When she woke up the next day, Ovela found that Linger had been looking at her with strange eyes. She was worried and suspected that she had said something strange when she was sleeping last night. She stumbled on her indirectly and wanted to find out. Unfortunately, Linger was very vigilant and casually passed on the topic, without revealing any useful information.
Then when he went downstairs to have dinner, Ovela discovered that Saint Charia and Gloria (actually Bai Ye) were also looking at her with strange eyes, and she felt even more uneasy. It’s okay for Gloria, but even Sister Xiaoxia reacted like this. Couldn’t she...discover anything!?
For example, Linge actually slept in her room last night. Although Princess Bemang felt that she had a legitimate reason, friends, including Saint Charlie, probably wouldn't believe it. In order to prevent this situation, she asked Linge to go downstairs first. She waited in the room for more than ten minutes before pretending to be unable to afford to rest in bed, and came late. Could it be that Sister Xiaoxia's intuition has reached this level, and she even saw through the disguise I carefully arranged?
not necessarily.
My plan is seamless. If there is any flaw, it will not appear on me. Yes, it must be Linger's fault!
Regardless of the facts, once the subject of responsibility was identified, Ovela could not only pass the mistake to Linge with peace of mind, but also glared at the young man with a ruthless attitude, calling him a little confused, wondering where he offended the princess again.
Well, although she kept laughing "hehehe" when she went to bed last night, which made Linger feel a little insomnia, so she looked at her more when she woke up, but this was not a big deal. Not to mention that she deliberately changed the topic because she was concerned about her image. I am so considerate, so I can't be complained, right? That's really more unfair than what Alice said about snow in June.
Speaking of Alice, she still appeared on the dining table today, and was not forced to be pulled down by St. Charlie, but took the initiative to walk out of the room and even stayed in bed. Judging from her mental state, it seemed that it was much better than yesterday, at least it was no longer the depressed and autistic appearance. The person sitting next to her should have been St. Charlie, but after Mettyn and her sister Xiaoxia whispered a few words, the two exchanged positions. The pink-haired girl enthusiastically asked Alice for game skills, preparing to surprise those friends she had just met in today's mission.
Perhaps it was Metien's sincere consultation that touched the hearts of genius players; or perhaps it was because this involved her own professional field, she was the only one who could help Metien on the entire Yunjing Kong Island. In short, Alice's reaction was not as taciturn as yesterday. She whispered to Metien's question, occasionally put down the food in her hand and taught her how to operate it step by step. Although there was no game console in front of her and she could only conduct imaginary training, Metien learned very seriously, allowing Alice to join in.
It seems that she is stepping out of that autistic state bit by bit and no longer indulging in sadness and self-blame. But Linger knew that the most essential problem had not been solved. As long as Alice did not give up on her obsession with repairing the game console for a day, she was still the lonely patient who was unwilling to face reality. The departure of the Heavenly Termis took away the most proud and persistent side of her life, and the rest were nothing but residue.
If she cannot face the reality, she will never be able to become the proud and confident genius player she used to be.
This will be a long process, but no matter what, being willing to change is a good beginning, and hope can lead to a good ending.
Linger lowered her head and handed a spoonful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. She didn't notice that someone was looking at him with meaningful eyes in a corner of the dining table.
Alice is not the only one who needs to get out of loneliness and face reality.
Bai Ye remembered the experience in her dream last night, the communication with Ovela, and the words she comforted herself.
Do everyone like Bai Ye very much...?
Maybe it's true. After all, this island lacks everything, but it's not short of good people and fools. Even if it's just a personality born from a curse, they hope that she can get happiness and are willing to help her get happiness.
But if they knew that the girl named Bai Ye was just a coward who escaped reality in the name of Li's personality and did not even dare to face her true identity? In contrast, although she was stupid, Gloria, who was always troubled by so many identities and memories, might be more suitable to become a queen than herself.
So what Ovela said is actually not wrong. People who should not exist should not be happy either.
Bai Ye is the person who shouldn't exist.
"Hey." She suddenly called in her heart: "Little fool Gloria, it's time to get up and have a meal."
"Well, ah, okay, I... ha, I'll come now..." A slow reply came from the space of consciousness. She was always like this and was not anxious about anything, even if that matter was closely related to herself. This would not work, little idiot Gloria, how should you take on the responsibility of being a queen like this? You can't rely on the people around you for everything, relying on the young man who always can't learn to be cruel, right? He occasionally feels tired.
However, it is OK to rely on me.
Because we are two sides of one body. At least, I will never disappear before helping you get happiness...
"Ah, Bai Ye." Her consciousness sank, Gloria's consciousness rose. When they passed by in a warm sea of light, Gloria suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "I had a very strange dream last night. Do you want to listen? Are you very interested in dreams? Don't you want to know what dreams I have?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "No interest." Bai Ye replied coldly.
"Oh." Gloria was a little disappointed and did not mention this matter until the end of breakfast.
But does she know?
The personality of hers can't dream, so she never dreams.
Those things she thought were dreams were actually... curses.
The faint sigh echoed in a lonely sea, but gradually sank without a trace.
...
In the next few days, Ringer did not leave the hotel, but stayed in Ovela's room and worked with her to summarize and organize the information. As it turned out, even with his assistance, this work was still not so easy to complete. The three days given by Ovela was just a joke, and of course, it didn't take three months, one week was enough.
When the young man summarized these carefully sorted information into a book and handed it to Carson Borg, as he expected, the leader of the rebel army was first shocked and incredible, shocked by the detailed information recorded above as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and then a burst of ecstasy. He thought of his plan. If these information were true, the actions of the ashes guerrillas would no longer be just a tricky adventure. They could firmly grasp the chance of victory in their own hands, and the increasingly decayed situation in the Anthers region would inevitably usher in a new turning point.
The premise is...
He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a complex look of joy, surprise and anxiety. He certainly trusted Liner's character and the basis of cooperation between the two sides. But after all, it is important, involving the liberation cause in Anthers and the lives of hundreds of soldiers. He cannot affect his judgment because of his personal feelings. Therefore, verification and inquiries are necessary, and he needs a clear answer: "Mr. Linger, are these information all--"
"I am not willing to say much about the source of the information, but they are indeed true. Even the information held by the 17th Legion itself cannot be more detailed and more realistic than the information in your hands."
Linger did not exaggerate the words. The 17th Legion is a huge whole, but it is also subdivided into many different factions and departments, which is an inevitable common problem for every large organization. All intelligence may not be shared between factions and departments. Usually, this will not cause any problem. However, in Ovela's library, intelligence is a one-way transparent state. Therefore, this information difference based on the organizational structure will also become a crucial factor affecting the battlefield.
"If you don't believe it, you can verify it, Mr. Carson."
Linger said: "Some of the information cannot be disguised, such as the location of enemy strongholds, the distribution of troops and logistics channels. As far as I know, you have been calling out those guerrillas who have been missing from all over the country recently and actively contacting other resistance organizations in the Anthers area? Maybe you are ready to launch your next action, but before that, you might as well consider my suggestion. If you can use this information on the battlefield, maybe your actions will achieve unexpected results, which is what I am looking forward to."
Although the actions of the Ashes guerrillas were secret, they could not hide it from Linger's eyes. Whether it was Metien who treated their members' injuries or when the boss's wife sent support supplies on behalf of Yunjing Kong Island, some obvious changes could be observed and then returned to Linger. Metien told his brother that more injured people needed treatment had increased, and they were obviously not the same group as those injured before, and the injuries they suffered should have been caused recently. The boss's wife told Linger that Regina, who was responsible for contacting Yunjing Kong Island on behalf of the Ashes guerrillas, has frequently made material support requests recently, and both the number and types required are increasing. They are expanding their camps to accommodate more members, and have even established temporary command posts and training grounds on the spot.
In addition, the Countess who occasionally left Yunjingkong Island and patroled near the forest - of course, she herself called this behavior a walk after dinner, but in fact, the Countess could not fully trust these new allies, so she used this name to observe their movements - and when she observed some strange faces entering the camp of the Ashes Guerrillas. Most of them were dusty, serious and tired, and seemed to have been a long journey to get here. But the Countess was sure that these people were by no means members of the Ashes Guerrillas, because "the smell was different." She said, "The same warriors, some were brave and fearless, and proud of fighting; some were meticulous and planned. Similar people gathered together to be the so-called companions. And the smell of those guys, although on the same road as the Ashes Guerrillas, is definitely not the same person."
Since they are on the same road, but not the same kind of people, their identities are self-evident.
According to the young people's estimates, in this week, the ashes guerrillas have recalled more than 500 lost members from all over the world. Don't underestimate this number. You must know that this is not 500 ordinary people, but 500 soldiers, and they are the most determined soldiers who come to the battlefield without hesitation, and the power they can exert on the battlefield is definitely not comparable to ordinary troops.
For the Ashes Guerrillas who had just experienced a crushing defeat, these members may also be the final foundation. Putting them all into this operation represents the determination of the Gray Hill Eagle, but on the other hand, it is also a heavy responsibility. As a leader, he must be responsible for every companion, no matter how cautious he is. Therefore, it is normal to doubt the intelligence provided by Ringer, and does not mean that he does not trust his allies.
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After Carson Borg thought a little, he accepted the information. In fact, he had already faintly believed in its authenticity. First, there was no need for young people to tell such a lie that could be easily exposed; second, this information was too detailed, so that even if it was to be fabricated, it would be necessary to have a deeper understanding of the objects mentioned in it. And Linger and his group had just arrived in the Eastern Continent, and most of the information about this area was learned from Carson Borg. Could it be that they could fabricate such detailed false information without any understanding?
I'm afraid it's not that easy to write novels.
In contrast, Carson Borg is more willing to believe that they used some special methods to obtain these information, which sounds incredible, but similar examples are not without them. For example, the high-sequence powers of the priest path are said to have the power of prophecy and divination; in addition, holy relics such as wishing machines and magic mirrors can also achieve the same effect. However, these extraordinary abilities and holy relics are without exception, and have great side effects. The wishing opportunity distorts the wishes and transforms them into sane monsters after realizing the user's wishes; the mysterious magic mirror is said to erase an ancient kingdom overnight with its terrifying power.
Mr. Linger, can he achieve this level for the liberation of the guerrillas as a result of the ashes? It is clear that whether this land is free has nothing to do with him, a Western Continental man.
He is worthy of being a true believer praised by the father of magic Solomon, and a true strong man who dares to unite with the corps and win repeatedly.
Thinking of this, Carson Borg couldn't help but look at the young man deeply and admire him from the bottom of his heart.
At the same time, in the distant fairy sleeping hotel, His Royal Highness suddenly sneezes.
"What's going on? Did I catch a cold?" She rubbed her red nose and looked depressed. Because she was in the same room with a young man who was unconfused, she has been paying attention to her sleeping appearance in recent days. She shouldn't kick the quilt, so why did she catch a cold?
"I think it's not." The bartender behind the bar also said seriously: "Because idiots won't catch a cold."