Stray

    "All the bone jade stored in Alban was made into bone jade bombs?" An almost dropped the half gnawed bread on the ground.

    Nemo put down the cloth bag and nodded heavily: "Every one has a weight monitoring array, I peeled off while adjusting, and finally scraped out these - according to Mr. request, these should be enough."

    The mouth of the bag was open, revealing some fine snow-white fragments, which looked a bit like crushed pearls. Even if they were lumped together, they were barely the size of an apricot.

    "I'll give these to Medes, thank you, Nemo." Ann carefully patted the crumbs between her fingers, and wiped it carefully on the fabric exposed behind the leather armor, This is the double took it over. Although she knew that Nemo had done enough protection, she couldn't help but put another silk bag on the outside.

    Nimo tried to smile, and his eyes fell on the toes of his dirty boots.

    Ann's gratitude gave him a sharp residue of bitterness and guilt.

    An Chang took a long breath, took out the task scroll, and signed it neatly.

    "I can give you my private account directly." The female warrior smiled slightly, "Of course, I have deducted your debts from it."

    "You can keep another fifth of it. You're a member of the Tumbleweed, Ann. You've always been with us, and you deserve it. The rest of the old rules, Half of the funds will be turned over to the team, and half will be retained." Oliver responded calmly.

    "Thank you." Ann nodded gratefully and her voice became serious. "Now we need to move on to the bone bomb thing, Nemo, what's going on? Have you seen that thing before?"

    "Actually I saw one in Wither Castle, but...well, it didn't explode successfully," Nemo explained in a low voice.

    In fact it fried perfectly. But at that time, Nemo was all concerned with Oliver's safety, so he didn't spare any effort, and he simply suppressed it completely and only let out a soft sound.

    This directly leads to Nemo himself having no concept of the power of bone jade, and has only read the corresponding data in books.

    "In addition, I saw a document in the storage room." Nemo continued uncomfortably, "There are two, one is the attack plan on the important city of Willard, and the other is A 'solution' to Alban's southern border. The former was for total war, the latter—"

    "He's going to use this thing against Gallagher Salt." The former knight commander clearly pointed out, "Mr. Wright, do you remember the model of the bomb?"

    "Model?" Nemo was taken aback, "According to the information from the Abyss Church, there is only one type of bone bomb."

    "The 'Cleaner', I know. Garland and Alban have a friendly relationship, and I heard a little bit of wind when I was still in the position of the knight commander - Alban once A lot of money is borrowed from the gatekeeper's manpower to promote the research on new bone and jade weapons." Adrian said in a deep voice.

    "Cleaner?" Oliver asked humbly. In his previous life, he had heard that the most complicated magic bomb was an enchanted fire plate of ten gold coins. People usually use it to fry mines.

    "No accident, it should be the one I came into contact with in the withered castle." Nemo immediately explained, "Thoroughly stimulate the power of the bone jade, and wipe everything with an instant burst of power. The bone jade. Its...well, the source power of the abyss magic will exert a continuous influence. For the next few decades, the explosion will only continue to produce demons, and the surface creatures will not survive."

    The bone jade must be related to the devil, and Nemo can feel its familiar fluctuations. That's his power, yes, but there's a striking difference between the bone jade and Ulysses' skull fragment—

    The strength of bone jade is relatively gentle and soft, and the concentration is higher, as if it had been pre-treated.

    Like that is the power to give up voluntarily.

    But now that he has decided to explore with Oliver to the end, Nemo is not in a hurry to worry about this question: "If there is a new type... I did find a word that I can't understand ."

    "Please speak." Adrian's expression was serious.

    "The 'philanthropist' was mentioned in the plan to attack the territory of Alban. I wasn't quite sure what it meant at the time, but now that I think about it, its nature is closest to the 'cleaner'. "

    "Looks like they've done it." The Knight Commander pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

    "Have you heard of it?" Ann pulled Jesse aside, who was about to stick to the knight commander, and moved forward.

    "Well, I heard the teacher talk about it once. The 'philanthropist' only works on animals - it will keep houses and cities, but all flesh and blood will be reduced to dust. There are more bones and jade, and its impact is better handled than the devastating 'cleaner'." Adrian explained, almost pinching the bridge of his nose red.

    "Don't be sad, darling. You know, humans have always been very positive and talented at this." Jesse finally stuck.

    The knight commander sighed, too lazy to dodge his palm.

    "Damn, Prince, he will move very quickly." Ann's voice was hesitant.

    "How to say?" Oliver noticed the unease of the female warrior.

     Quick, "but he can't just pull someone from the street to pretend to be an heir - long-term training is unrealistic, and there are many dreams at night. But if you prepare in the short term, it will take at least a week."

                                                            Go on. Not counting the time to find someone, it takes about a week to cast the spell. It is estimated that he is already looking for someone."

    "So... once the wild, no, Marshal Gallagher introduces the legitimate heir of 'with royal blood', the prince's side is not good, is it?" Nemo asked carefully.

    "Yeah, the dingo was watching after all. He couldn't come down from a distance and make an excuse to fool him...like the Emperor and Annabelle."

    Ann let out a sneer: "But now it seems that he has chosen a more absolute way - to fight before the marshal's face is completely torn, and let the civilians in the border cities and the marshal be buried together. Although It will be called violent, but after all, it is a border area, as long as the excuse is beautiful, there is still room for manoeuvre in this matter."

    "The marshal has been out for a long time, and he should not know about the 'philanthropist'." The knight commander added, "No one will use 'cleaner' in their own country, Marshal Gallagher. It definitely didn't take into account the situation."

    "Time?" Oliver turned to Nemo and asked neatly.

    "It's not written in the plan. It is estimated that the prince has stored his schedule elsewhere."

    Then the whole tumbleweed suddenly fell silent.

    Their goal was originally only one - to rescue Delia.

    Now they have almost got a prescription that can cure Delia, and then they just need to give Delia a regular medicine and take it out when she recovers. Now that the little princess and Catbeard are inseparable, Nemo can easily find her.

    The task of Tumbleweed can even be said to be over, Ann even gave them the reward in advance, however…

    "I'll contact Delia," Nemo said suddenly.

    An raised his eyebrows at him.

    "Delia is a smart girl who has her own opinion on the overall situation. She is not a dead thing waiting for me to bring it out. I think it is a good thing to ask her opinion at this time."

    It turns out that Nemo was right.

    "Thank you for your respect, Mr. Wright." Delia's voice was cold and calm, despite a palpable shudder. "Thank you for your prescriptions too—since you're under the Black Seal of Gallagher, tell the marshal that I'm not going."

    "Why?" Ann exclaimed in disbelief.

    "Now I have a cat's beard, ma'am. My uncle is very wary of me. He thinks I'm so stupid that I don't even know what's wrong with me." Delia's breathing was a little short, immature There was still some struggle in his voice. "I...I can get information easily."

    Ann stood there a little blankly.

    "Even if the marshal takes me away, I have no legal inheritance rights as a minor. This cannot be a reason to hinder my uncle from coming down." The little princess still mistook them for the black badge hired by Marshal Gallagher .

    "Tell Marshal Gallagher that over the years I have come to understand my uncle's character. He is not a clever villain, even in my opinion he is naive and ignorant - he does not Will be a decent king, and if he does get to that position, a lot of people will pay for his idealism. Trust me, a lot of people...and he killed Mom."

    For the first time, there was a bit of creepy hatred and darkness in the voice of the little princess.

    "Marshal Gallagher can't lose. No matter what you look at, he can't lose. Even if we don't choose a stage, we have to win."

    "You don't want to leave, do you?" Ann murmured.

    "I never said I was leaving! If I remember correctly, the last time we met, I said 'I'll cast for Salter right away', not 'I I'll flee the palace with you'—I'm from the Alastair family, and although I've never loved this family, I'm shedding the blood of this lunatic family."

    She raised her voice, her tone suddenly more distorted and persistent.

    "In a sense, I also have this country on my shoulders. I have to prove it, I have to prove it...I will prove it."

    The little princess' revenge declaration came through the connection of the abyss magic, scattered in the air.

    Ann burst into a burst of laughter, sad and hoarse, but a little relieved.

    "Okay, don't go." After laughing, she said softly, "If you want Gallagher Salt to win, I'll let him win for you."

    Communication terminated.

    Everyone looked at Ann, who still had a little smile on his face.

    "Gallah Salter needs a rightful heir, very good, he has one now." The female warrior moved her wrists, her eyes lit up amazingly. "When I successfully deliver the medicine to Delia, I may need to leave the team temporarily, Oliver."

    "You are in a war."

    "Yes, but this is Alastair's business."

    “…very dangerous war.”

    "Yes, I know." Oliver's voice added a soft smile, "So I'm getting paid."

    "You bastard, I'm out of money."

    "If Marshal Gallagher wins this war, will you meet Delia?"

    "Of course she needs a relative."

    "I want a promise," Oliver said, "if...the Queen succeeds."

    "Huh?"

    "I want tumbleweed's pardon. I hope the new king can grant everyone civilian status. How about this deal?"

    An looked at Oliver's green eyes silently, and after a few seconds, she showed a big smile.

    "Very good, I like it," she said. "It's reassuring that you're already a leader, Oliver."

     Gallagher also had no idea of ​​the "disaster" he was about to face.

    "This woman can't do it." He glanced coldly at the young woman who was paralyzed on the ground, "Ha, I guess, other people in the family must have been tempted by the reward and directly put her 'Sell' it to us."

    The brown-haired woman on the ground let out a frightened sob.

    "Do you think there are not enough flaws?"

    Marshal Gallagher was almost laughing at his subordinates: "So... how do you want me to disguise, eh? Don't talk about etiquette education, it will take a week just to make her not tremble when she sees people. Half. I understand your suffering. Women are indeed fragile animals, but you can find someone who looks more like it. Even if I don't like women, I won't close my eyes and force them to die. Find someone who is truly willing to come. ."

    He emphasized the "real" pronunciation.

    "But..."

    "If the refugees are not good, they are criminals. The criminals should at least be more courageous. I don't believe that no one can be found."

    "Yes, Lord Marshal."

     Gallagher snorted, poured himself a glass of mulled wine, and sat back in the soft armchair. As he shook his glass, he carefully looked at the map on the table.

    "Master Marshal..." Unfortunately, Gallagher hadn't been quiet for half an hour before the subordinate who had just left came back.

    "What's the matter?"

    "Found."

    “…are you kidding me?”

    "No, it's delivered to the door. They seem to have guessed what we want, there is a woman in the team, and the basic characteristics are met, that is, uh-"

    "What is it?"

    "It doesn't look like she's obedient, she's a little crazy. We asked her about compensation, she, she..."

    "Just a young woman." Gallagher put down his glass impatiently and adjusted the angle of his collar. "Don't look like you haven't seen the world. What does she want? Just give it to her."

    “…she said… 'If you really want to talk about compensation, I want the whole of Alban.'”