With this driving skill, the corner of Ren's mouth twitched slightly. The female gangster was really pervasive and seamless.
There was going to be a war, of course he knew about it, but...
Lane adjusted his cowboy hat: "To be honest, the scale of this war exceeded my expectations.
What surprises me the most is that the association is actually preparing to intervene in this war, why?"
The Witcher Association, like the Natural School, belongs to the neutral order camp and generally does not intervene in wars on a large scale.
Shirley rolled her eyes at him: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't know much, but you have to understand that this is different from the war between human kingdoms.
Demons are a threat to everyone. The latest news is that just last night, the president, who has not been heard from for a long time, appeared and launched the beacon order!"
Renn took a breath. This was the first time he heard news about the president of the Demon Hunter Association.
The president of the Demon Hunter Association, a fifth-level [titled demon hunter], unknown name, unknown age, and no photo or portrait, officially titled - "Zero".
This was what he knew about the president. He once asked Lao Goat, who was still in the third level at that time and didn't know the name of the president.
However, according to Old Goat, the president should be no more than three hundred years old. His known record is that he once killed a dark prince.
"What is the Beacon Order?" Renn has only been in this world for more than four months, and has only been in the association for half a month. There are many blind spots in knowledge.
Shirley's eyes were flowing and her voice was like a clear spring: "I'm just a white hunter, don't be like a curious baby.
There is another prisoner here, you can ask the old goat tomorrow, he knows more."
"He has been injected with a drowsy drug, and his eyes have been blindfolded, and his ears have been blocked so that he cannot hear."
Ren muttered and glanced back at Ugo, who was dragging his arm. He was already unconscious.
Shirley smiled slightly, licked her red lips, and breathed into Ren's ear: "Yeah, he can't hear it, how about we do some loving exercises here?
The environment is dark and quite atmospheric, don’t worry, I will pay for it.”
Damn, do you think I’m a duck?
Ren stretched out his hand to push her face away from her. Shirley was very beautiful and had a great figure.
But even if he is not in love with Kesha, Ren doesn't want to have sex with her once. She has had countless men with her, so he always feels like he is at a loss.
Knowing that the other party was a little impatient and couldn't ask for more information, he stopped talking.
Seeing his silent response, Shirley couldn't help but stamp her feet angrily, feeling very unhappy that there were few men she couldn't seduce.
The two of them stopped talking. Under her leadership, they walked through the dark corridor and locked Ugo in a cell.
This is a specially made Baixuan iron cell, which is enough to hold ordinary third-level extraordinary beings. What's more, Ugo has been seriously injured and will not be able to recover in a few days.
Afterwards, Renn went to sleep. At eight o'clock the next morning, after breakfast, he was waiting for the old goat in an office on the second floor of the hospital.
"Creak~"
There was a sound at the door, and the old goat who had just stayed out all night at the Rose Bar walked in with a refreshed look on his face.
He is wearing a very handsome outfit at the moment, a white shirt embroidered with gold edges, paired with a black leather vest and black pants.
His hair was shiny and combed back straight, he wore pince-nez with gold frames on his high nose, and he held a black cane with a silver tip.
"Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've made yourself look like a bitch.
If your obscene aura hadn't been as conspicuous as a street lamp in the dark, I would have almost not recognized you."
Ren sat on a sofa, crossed his legs and teased.
The old goat looked proud and waved the walnut cane in his hand. The sound of the wind was very heavy and had a texture in the air.
"Boy, is this how you talk to the future Saint of Heavenly Maps, the great Master Nicholas?"
He stared at Ren with his nostrils turned upward, shaking the black cane in his hand: "Did you see the big stick in my hand?
Believe it or not, I will blow your head off with one blow!"
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Ren chuckled and said, "Stop bragging. Didn't you make a fool of yourself in front of me, the future titled demon hunter, and say some lofty words?
You said you came here to show off your skills. What stage was created for you? Faloran shines because of you. What’s the result?
Apart from whoring until you lose contact, you don’t seem to have done much, right?”
The old goat rolled his eyes when he heard this, took out two bottles of champagne from the cabinet, and handed one to Renn.
He bit open the cap of the champagne bottle in his hand, took a sip, and exhaled: "Who said I didn't do anything? I did it for three hours last night before I stopped. The girls were so happy."
Seeing Ren's look of disdain, the old goat snorted, with some dissatisfaction in his tone: "Do you think I don't want to operate on a few demon cubs? It's just that the conditions don't allow it.
A few days ago, I talked with an inspector general of the 7th Bureau (who has a higher position than the director), and he told me not to act rashly and wait for the opportunity to avoid spoiling things."
Ren frowned and was very puzzled: "I've always found it strange, why didn't you suppress the ghouls in the 7th game?"
The old goat sighed and explained: "That's it, this time the ghoul Duke Marcus..."
He told Ren this information about the Yan of Gluttony, and Prince Milo and the werewolf Archduke Luke also got involved.
Ren pondered for a while, touched his chin and said, "Then shouldn't we cut through the mess quickly? Now the demons keep sending strong men here, and the longer we delay, the scale and complexity of the war will increase.
Once the situation deteriorates, wouldn't it be more difficult to deal with?"
The old goat shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know that. I don't know why. I feel like the people in the 7th game are delaying on purpose. It seems that the longer the time goes, the greater their chances of winning."
Ren closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then was suddenly startled and said uncertainly: "Could this be a game?"
"But this is unreasonable. Under normal circumstances, it does not take such a long time to mobilize strong people.
Moreover, what are the benefits of expanding the scale of the war?" the old goat said leisurely.
The wars in this world are mainly battles between extraordinary people. The number of people is smaller, and the mobility of extraordinary people is far superior to ordinary people, and logistics does not require too long preparation time.
"What's going on with the Beacon Fire Order?" Ren asked.
The old goat laughed: "In recent times, His Majesty Charles VI has been asking for help everywhere, saying that he can no longer hold on.
Although there is a suspicion of pretending to be pitiful, the major forces have more or less expressed that according to the latest information, the Silver Spear Raphael and the Justice Alfred have arrived in Falorland.
Moreover, although the major forces did not send out saints, they were preparing to send many outstanding young people to join the battle.
Not only Alfred and Raphael, but many geniuses who are inferior to them will also come.
The beacon order has been handed over to Hal, and he will ignite the smoke of the demon hunt this time."
"Is this going to be a training exercise?" Renn felt like a storm was coming.
It seems that the war-torn years have come again, the familiar sounds of horse hooves, clashing of weapons, and roars... seem to be connected together.
"I'm afraid it's not just that. As far as I know, the director of the 7th Bureau, Karl Mordred, has recently visited many powerful people who settled in Farolland.
This is not just a military training exercise, this is a sign that Faloran is going to mobilize the whole country to launch a national war and bet on the fate of the country!"
Renn was in a daze: "This is not like the style of Charles VI."
The old goat also frowned: "Indeed, he doesn't have such courage. I always feel that this is like the work of the great emperor back then."