As the October autumn wind passes, the temperature drops day by day. To the north of Fuji Fort, trees wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. The withered leaves pile up in the forest and rotten. Only bare trunks are left on both sides of the roads between the forests.

A carriage passed through the suburbs of Lowell. There were still a few crows in the woods, preparing food for winter. They were frightened by the sound of the carriage from afar, and a series of flapping wings fell among the lonely woodland.

Through the mountains of Dulun, towards the north, and the holy mountain Elderon towards the west. People often say that this is a land soaked by star wind, a place loved by the gods. Rivers melt glaciers, cross hills, and finally crisscross the fields, creating this endless emerald land. Fields, manors, and windmills are dotted among them. This is the fertile land of the kingdom. From the Fort To the east of Is, all the sights of the countryside are the peaceful scenery of the country, the paradise of the world, the peddlers, farmers and artists, adventurers from the north can be seen everywhere on country trails.

But this was not the case a few decades ago, and the best land was often the worst. Once the turmoil was about to arise, the high-headed and large-scale knights, the strict guards, and the noble generals who were radiating from south to north, east to west, flowed endlessly.

But fortunately, there was a slight turmoil in the south, but Duke Phoenix gave people full confidence that the rebellion in Baicheng was nothing more than a disease of scabies. Look, the young King had just ascended to the great treasure and everything was in full swing, but there was still the prime minister who was "responsible". Although the kingdom had a minor illness, it was absolutely fine. From Fuji Fort to the north, almost everyone thought so.

The little Duke of Phoenix is ​​heading to Godand for his title, which is not a statement.

Lowell is located in the middle of this fertile land. It was famous for its wine in its early years. Wineries of all sizes in the countryside were mostly witnesses of that glorious era. The light in the courtyard was dim, and the thin sunlight passed through the patio and landed on the deserted walkways - without crystal lighting, and no burning permanent torches.

Many nobles in the countryside do not trust magic techniques - such as being alert to those who always covet their wealth and wealth hidden in the cellar. It seems that alchemists will always turn into ghosts and steal their wealth and lives. Those people are mysterious and mysterious like wizards, and they have many means. As long as they open their mouths, they will be cursed and will not take long to die.

But the owner's whisper seemed to be for the alchemists to notice. Even if he was careful, he had an acute illness and passed away a few years ago, leaving behind an orphan and widowed mother. The widow was worried that the curse would extend to others, so she sold the farm. The person who took over did not intend to build another building on its original basis, so the original design was preserved.

As Roya walked through the dim courtyard, he glanced at the bare oak tree. His cold eyes made several summoners stand up from the railings a little confused. Others had already heard of the CEO's rumors, cold, inhumane, but efficient and rigorous, so they were valued by the 'people above'.

But Luo Ya didn't even look at these people. The ancient trunks standing in the frost seemed to evoke some memories of his past, until the elderly housekeeper came to him tremblingly and reminded him:

"The carriage was parked outside the yard, sir."

He nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze.

However, when passing by the courtyard, Roya still heard a whispering sound coming from the vicinity. The summoners looked at him from afar, whispering in a low voice, as if they thought they were not noticed:

"This guy also hired an Aboriginal as a housekeeper. Do you see him like that? It's really disgusting to be hypocritical."

"He really thinks he is a nobleman and admires foreigners."

He didn't look back and just sneered coldly.

How many elites don’t enjoy this kind of human feeling? Only mediocre people pursue equality. How can people talk about equality between people? Just as equality as those idiots is itself the greatest injustice to those who work hard.

He also struggled from the bottom to get his current position, and tried his best to seize every opportunity.

As for the Star Gate Declaration, hehe, the Star Gate Declaration.

Another world is also a society of level ranks. The relationship between people is clearly marked. In contrast, the relationship between master and servant here is somewhat warm.

But staying here compared to these fools is a waste of his time.

As for his pursuit, Luo Ya looked forward with her thin lips-

The guard was pushing open the door for him, and the swaying firelight in the living room reflected on his thin and gloomy face as the years were. He had enjoyed adventure in his early years, but everything in the past had long gone away with him with the disappearing starlight.

Xinghui is like a young goddess who is bored with the new and tired of the old. She always loves those young people in the same age, and abandons them in a blink of an eye.

"I've brought you some unexpected news."

Luo Ya walked to the center of the living room, threw a stack of information in her hand onto the coffee table, and spoke.

The sofa was like a group of ancient stone statues, no one spoke. There was only one fat middle-aged man shaking the cigar on his hand and replied:

"If it's about the air battle between Kelanon, then we already know."

Luo Ya looked around from the fourteen people sitting here. People knew those glamorous names, but often ignored the essence.

Because people are often confused by the eyes and are addicted to superficial information.

"Is that right, but I have a witness report here." He said lightly.

"Oh, what is it said?" The middle-aged man sat down a little, like a pool of meat flowing on the sofa.

"This is an investigation report about that battle."

The fat man interrupted him without hesitation, "I heard that the attacks on them were constructs, and there were many?"

But Luo Ya was not upset and replied in a stern manner:

"It was sixty-three. When the first attack wave arrived at the Onoi people, there were seven attack formations, each formation with seven components. Later, at least two formations were added, and a consensus conclusion could be drawn from the descriptions of witnesses from multiple parties on the battlefield."

"Sixty-three, this is not something that the kid can do, what does this mean?" asked the fat middle-aged man, "Is it the other person on that boat? Silver? Virus? Or He Wen?"

“Virus is Elite’s guy.”

"Okay, I remember it wrong," the middle-aged man slapped his forehead, "But that girl is quite right, I remember her."

At this time, a calm voice asked, "Can it be that woman?"

Luo Ya looked in that direction, and the middle-aged man who spoke was as cold as a stone statue. He shook his head, "Loofah did not return in the second world."

"So is it-?"

Luo Ya replied: "The origin of those components remains to be investigated, but some witnesses pointed out that their appearance is somewhat similar to the Shield Guardian. I have asked them to look in this direction, but the specific details may not be concluded for the time being."

Only then did the whispering discussion sound below.

Someone said: "...No matter who is on that boat, this tactic is actually not creative. It's just that no one could have the component crossing a control distance of more than ten kilometers... If it is fighting within the sight range, then this tactic will lose its meaning..."

"Will the control range of more than ten kilometers be a signal amplifier?"

"The signal amplifier cannot be used, and the best one can only amplify the control range by 10%.

"That is to say, the other party has mastered the technology we don't know?"

"That's...?"

"In fact, the battle lasted for an hour, and the whole process sank two sailboats and injured three, while the local guild didn't even touch the opponent's side."

The hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other, and almost everyone thought of that possibility:

"Is that thing?"

“It must be it—”

"But that sea witch..."

"She wasn't sure enough."

“But can it be sure?”

People were talking, and an old man with dark spots coughed gently, raised his eyelids and looked at Luo Ya in front of him: "Is this why you called us here?"

Roya nodded.

"So is there any way to be sure? You should be clear that the plan is at a critical moment, and we don't have that much energy to spread to other aspects."

"I'm afraid there is no way, but I have to remind you that this is not just the power of the origin. You should also be clear that he is also the only person who has seen that thing." Luo Ya looked around everyone calmly and spoke slowly.

This sentence seemed to have an effect, and everyone sitting still became quiet.

The fat man turned around, "But we have lost one chance. Is there still a chance?"

The old man turned his eyes to Luo Ya, "Since it's your idea, let's talk."

Luo Ya was confident, "The sudden military exercise was very suspicious. I guess someone helped them behind their backs, but unfortunately I couldn't catch the other party's handle. But I could help for a while, but I had already obtained some information and roughly guessed where they were going next."

"Which place is?"

Luo Ya spoke up and said a place name.

The atmosphere seemed to be a little strangely quiet, leaving only the sound of bonfire peeling.

The old man pondered for a moment and asked again: "Is the information reliable?"

"There has never been anything completely reliable in this world," Loya replied coldly: "But this is the information provided by those people-"

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Those people...?"

Roya nodded.

The fourteen people on the sofa looked at each other, but did not agree.

Only the fat man showed a reluctant look on his face, "...but he is going to fight against the military again? Have you forgotten how he almost exposed the last time that the Dragon Fire Guild was still alive."

The fat man was chattering, but a sound like a layer of ice suddenly interrupted him, "People who want to quit can quit."

Luo Ya looked at everyone with a cold look, "Just think about the consequences and think about the consequences of those betrayers."

The fat man shivered and his face turned pale: "...I didn't say that, but you haven't done anything good recently, right? You only know what you did in Xingmen Port."

Luo Ya stood quietly, looking at the fat man, and forced the other party back little by little with a terrible calm gaze.

Finally, he spoke lightly:

"That has nothing to do with you."

"you--!"

"Okay," the middle-aged man who had not spoken, like a stone statue, said again: "Don't talk about these useless things. Everyone is very precious. Let's just talk about it. What should I do?"

Luo Ya then withdrew her gaze and replied directly: "It's very simple, I need to mobilize Huiying."

"Gray Shadow?" The fat man took a breath of air: "What should I do if you mobilize that thing to do in the direction of Rainbow Bay? What's more, mobilizing the joint fleet... requires the approval of the alliance..."

"I've got the approval," Roya bent down and pulled out a page from the stack of information on the short table. "It's very simple. The other party is a person on the gray list. We just need to go through the open channel."

He put the page on the short table and replied lightly: "Everyone, what I want to say is to use the cattle knife to kill chickens, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Everyone was silent.
To be continued...