The most violent storm in the Montita Grassland has just passed. This twenty-day storm destroyed countless tents and caused heavy losses to thousands of herders.
However, the Montita people have a unique way of claiming that they can withstand any blow and test.
They replaced regret and sorrow with celebration and joy.
In fact, this time the celebration was more grand and lively than any other time before.
Because before the "Devil Storm" arrived, many tribes moved to those empty fortresses.
With thick walls and five-meter-high foundations, these fortresses are naturally not comparable to those tents.
Therefore, compared with previous years, the losses suffered by the grassland people this time were almost negligible.
Not only did everyone survive this terrible storm that would have claimed thousands of lives in previous years, but those who were able to live safely in the fortress even compared these small fortresses to those in their minds. A city in the clouds like a "heaven".
There was no more hard work in the past, no more water filling the tents. When the rain stopped and the sky cleared, the people who came out of the fortress felt that they had never been as relaxed and comfortable as they are now.
Although there was still a vast ocean outside, and the fences and roofs that collapsed during the storm still caused heavy losses to their most precious assets, the cattle and sheep.
However, those who were dying due to injuries and serious illnesses in the past have disappeared. For the Montita people, this alone makes them feel very lucky.
And the way they express their luck is to celebrate heartily.
Celebrate this holiday that has no fixed day.
This festival, which was originally full of bitterness and helplessness, has become the most grand festival on the grassland, and the excitement far exceeds those three major celebrations.
The reason for this is that apart from the fact that the Montita people are best at turning pain and sorrow into the joy of life, another reason is the cattle and sheep that died in the storm.
The Montita people never waste anything, and cattle and sheep are their most precious wealth.
The reason why the Montita people chose this time as their festival is because they do not want to waste anything precious.
From the winding, narrow, but very densely populated alleys in the Cloud City and the Earth City, all kinds of people poured out.
Old men, babies in their hands, strong men, beautiful girls, and people of all ages and status flooded every street in Grant City.
Everyone moved in one direction, rushing toward Grant Lake like a tide.
Craftsmen, civilians, warriors who have just experienced the test of life and death on the battlefield, as well as respected and worshiped members of the Unicorn - the biggest heroes in the battle to defend the peace and tranquility of the Montita grassland, and those who work in groups Group after group of children were chasing and fighting, rushing forward in an endless stream.
Vibrant smiles appeared on their faces.
They chatted carefree, and even the women who were not allowed to talk to each other on weekdays gathered together at this time.
They were rushing to collect the food distributed in celebration of the festival.
The water on the ground still hasn't receded, and the river made of water and the long river made of people are flowing out of the city together.
The noisy and countless crowd filled Grant City with a chaotic and happy noise.
The noise was so loud that it seemed that the only way to compare it could be to release all the bees from hundreds of hives onto the street.
The residents of Grant City seemed extremely excited. Even the storm that had just passed and was still covered with a light gray weather did not make them feel unhappy at all.
The terrible storm that swept through the Montita grassland still left a trace of cold wind, constantly stinging people's faces.
However, the people of these grasslands did not seem to feel the cold at all. The men even opened their clothes, and even the women and children had their trousers lifted high.
There was also the naughty child who stepped hard on the stagnant water and kicked water splashes everywhere for fun.
The huge newly cast city gate opened to both sides, and the tidal flow of people poured out like a dam opening its gates.
On the distant horizon, you can see a few dim shadows, which are several new fortresses that have just been completed.
The people living there had obviously not arrived at Grant City yet, which made the people who crowded out of the city gate very happy.
The reason why the residents of Grant City are so excited is precisely the cattle and sheep hanging on the rows of shelves.
Today is not really a holiday, but it is always more lively before a holiday than on the day.
Because every grassland citizen can receive a piece of food on this day.
Whether they are elders living in the city in the clouds or orphans wandering in the city, they can all receive festival gifts on this day.
Everyone ran as fast as possible to the shelves where the cattle and sheep were hung, and everyone carefully selected their favorite cattle and sheep.
Under each shelf, there is a strong man holding a sharp cutting knife, and their task is to cut up the cattle and sheep.
Stubbs, too, mingled with the crowd, and behaved just like those around him.
He also stared closely at the tall wooden frame in front of him and at the cow hanging under the wooden frame.
He also moved slowly forward with the line, waiting for his turn to choose his portion of food.
He was in no hurry to find the person who contacted him.
Because he knew very well that no matter how sharp his eyes were, he would not be able to find a specific person among the endless crowd of people.
As the team moved forward slowly, when it was his turn, the sun had already emerged from the clouds, and the accumulated water was rapidly evaporating under the sunlight, but the evaporating mist could not reduce people's excitement at all.
But for Stubb, all this felt strange and familiar at the same time.
The reason why he said it was strange was that he had never experienced any of this personally. After all, he had lived in the brightest and most glorious years at the top of the Cloud City, and he had never stepped down from that high building at this time. City in the clouds.
As one of the oldest tribes in the Cloud City and the eldest son of the once most powerful family in Montita, it was naturally impossible to compare with the residents below.
Neither he nor those around him were short of food, so they paid no attention to the cattle and sheep that died in the storm.
Even if the cattle and sheep are not rotten, they have already lost their original taste after being soaked in water for a long time. The only people who will be happy and excited about this are the common people who do not have much wealth.
This may indeed be arrogance or arrogance, but in the past, Stubbs always took it for granted.
In fact, the pride that he thinks belongs to him is not excessive. After all, he is the most powerful person in the Montita Kingdom. He is the first captain of the Unicorn and the most powerful candidate to inherit the throne. .
It's a pity that all of this no longer exists. Not only him, but also his family and his relatives have long been turned into dust and bones on the grassland.
The glory of the past no longer exists, but what still exists is the vow of revenge.
Like everyone else, Sdebu picked the best-looking piece of lamb, which was a nearly six kilogram leg of lamb. The faint fishy smell proved that the leg of lamb was still fresh.
Carrying the leg of lamb and the package of spices for marinating the lamb that was handed over at the same time, Sdebu walked slowly towards the distance.
There were red flags planted in the distance, and those flags formed a huge irregular ring.
The people, carrying the allocated cattle and sheep in their hands, ran to the foot of the flag with joy and at the same time cautiously.
The place surrounded by red flags is Grant Lake, but at this moment, there is no trace of the lake at all.
At a glance, under the sky, apart from the lonely Grant City, there are a few shadows in the distance, and beyond that there is a field of cattle and sheep.
Stubb walked slowly around Grant Lake for most of the circle.
There is no trace of anyone here.
Throwing the leg of lamb in his hand to the ground, he looked around. The person joining him had not appeared yet, and there was no sign of anyone walking towards him.
Stubb sat down on the wooden pile next to him. He looked down at his figure reflected in the water under his feet, and then gently touched his beard-covered cheek.
I wonder if those old acquaintances can still recognize him, the once all-powerful figure when they face him.
The first captain of the Unicorns.
Montita's first warrior.
His favorite mount is "Black Cloud".
The sword he possesses "splits the heaven and the earth".
All of this was once a legend that everyone on the grassland rushed to tell.
But now, he is already a reviled evil man, a man who once brought the city in the clouds to its downfall.
Those who defeated him and replaced him as a new legend described him as a heinous man.
Sdebu wondered whether his enemies knew that he had defected to the most hated enemy of the Montita people for generations - the Kingdom of Kaoqi.
He wondered whether his enemy had ever thought that one day he would return to this grassland to seek justice for himself and avenge his dead relatives and children.
As soon as he thought of these, he felt the blood in his body boiling, but he also knew very well that to realize his wish, he must endure.
Thinking of this, he bent down to pick up the leg of lamb, and then pulled out a cutting knife from his waist.
With the strength of a paladin, he can easily deal with this little leg of lamb.
The strong and tight leg of lamb soon turned into a pile of squarely cut pieces of meat, and the bones had already been removed cleanly.
While holding the piece of meat and rinsing it in the lake water, Sdebu carefully looked around.
The lake water after the storm was bitingly cold. I dipped my arms in the lake water and felt the unique cold feeling. This brave man who used to be on the grassland felt a little lonely and desolate.
As the water rippled, the middle-aged warrior felt that someone was slowly walking towards here.
Clenching the cutting knife in his hand, Sdebu focused his attention on the approaching person.
The one approaching had unusually steady steps, and his movements were so nimble. A person with such strength was definitely not a simple person.
But when he saw the person approaching clearly, he gasped in surprise.
"I didn't expect that I would appear here." The person who contacted him said with a smile.
The strong wind on the grassland ruffled the man's flaxen hair.
But Stubb knew that the person in front of him must not like this color, because that person originally had blond hair that was as bright as the sun.
"I didn't expect it to be you." Sdebu said slowly, still lowering his head and washing the mutton in his hands.
"I can't trust anyone else for such a big thing." The man said lightly.
"Aren't you worried that once your identity is exposed, you will be hunted by countless people?" Sdebu said calmly.
"Unless the Montitas want to provoke a war, no one will dare to touch me even if I disclose my identity." The man said coldly.
"As far as I know, the woman sitting at the top of the Cloud City is a ruthless and extremely vicious guy," Sdebe said.
"I'm glad to see you hate Cecelia so much. Your hatred is exactly what I need most." The man smiled and said, "Are the things I taught you useful?"
"I don't know. Unless we compete, there is no way to know whether those things are useful." Sdebu said calmly.
"I really hope to compete with you again. You are one of the few people in this world who can be my opponent." The man nodded and said.
"It's a pity that there will soon be one less person who can compete with you." Sdebu said slowly.
"You can choose to give up." The man said disapprovingly.
"You can't possibly be here to persuade me to give up this mission, right? Isn't it you who set up this murderous plot? Dear Duke," Sdebu said.
"Have you already made a plan?" This time, Hagridlo was no longer joking, he said solemnly.
"If there is nothing wrong with what you and Somyret predicted, the day after tomorrow will be the end of your enemy, and it will also be the day of my revenge." Sdebu said, although he was talking about revenge, but he saw It was very peaceful up there, and the mutton was still being cleaned there.
"There shouldn't be much error in Somilet's analysis. For the Montita people, isn't tomorrow's festival also the day when Montita children become adults?"
"This must have a special meaning for that little apprentice, and with that little apprentice here, the only person left who is qualified to host the coming-of-age ceremony is Cecelia."
"However, accidents always happen suddenly under circumstances that others think are foolproof. Therefore, the final decision-making power of this operation still lies in the hands of you, who is responsible for this operation." Haguero said.
Sdebu glanced at the supreme commander of the Kaoqi Kingdom, and he somewhat believed in this man's confidence.
He couldn't help but admire Mr. Sommeret's ability to analyze and predict, or the way the man in front of him arranged and arranged things.
In his opinion, these two people are simply synonymous with conspiracy and conspiracy.
"If those two people really leave the Cloud City, I can guarantee that their death will come." Sdebu said coldly.
"I must remind you one thing. Regarding your most hated enemy, I don't care at all which method you want to use to kill her. But for that little apprentice Sophie, you must promise to use the weapon I gave you. The dagger was thrust into his chest."
"Before this, I had arranged a sniper kill. The sniper kill was very successful, but in the end it ended in failure. My enemy was a guy who couldn't be dealt with with poison, and he could absorb the evil spirits refined by Trode. .”
"In a sense, my enemy is a very difficult person to kill. Because of this, I tried every possible means to find the 'Soul Dagger'!"
"Perhaps only this artifact that can kill dragons can truly deliver a fatal blow to my enemies. Because of this, I must warn you not to waste the opportunity in hatred and revenge."
"No matter how much pain your opponent has given you, no matter how much hatred you have in your heart, death is enough to make up for it all."
"Don't worry, I know how to do it." Stubb said: "But I don't know why you are here. You will not risk your life just to contact me and tell me these things." Let’s dive into the depths of the grassland to avoid the danger.”
Haguero did not answer Studeb's question. He glanced around and said lightly: "I just want to see with my own eyes the beauty of this city in the clouds and the vast expanse of it." Grassland, maybe this will play a decisive role in my coming again."
Stubb glanced at the person in front of him, and he more or less guessed some of his purpose.
"Anything gained?" he asked.
"I gained a lot. I saw a lot of very interesting things." Hegeiro said with a frown. As he spoke, the young commander turned his head and looked into the distance.
At the top of the white city surrounded by a light mist, you could vaguely see a few flat things like bark boats, floating in the air.
That was what he was most worried about. In fact, both he and Milinda were secretly conducting the same research.
It seemed that Sophie's little magic apprentice had the same idea.
What makes Hagrid feel uneasy is that compared to that little apprentice, whether it is him and Milinda, or Drex and Kobe Leo, they are all more like a little apprentice.
"By the way, I've always wanted to know what kind of power you chose?" Hagriro suddenly turned his head and asked.
"Why don't you tell me your choice?" Studeb said coldly.
"Don't you want to leave something behind? Just like your ancestor Shegre." Hagrid said slowly.
"Maybe you just want to hear the experience of another warrior who practices magic martial arts like you, isn't that so?" Studeb said calmly.
"You can definitely think so, or you can say that I am very concerned about your choice, because you are completely different from the other warriors with magic martial arts."
"Both the magic knight Kate and Milinda regard magic as a supplement to the same power as martial arts."
"Because of this, Milinda's choice is almost exactly the same as that of the magic knight Kate, and the magic that makes the body phantom is indeed very suitable for Milinda. This magic is almost tailor-made for her. generally."
"But this will definitely be of no use to you. The martial arts passed down by your family are originally perfect magical martial arts. They are a combination of the magical civilization owned by the Magic Empire and the essence of thousands of martial arts. So The strongest skill that has been tempered."
"Presumably, you have recovered the long-lost magical power of your family from me, and you must have a unique and in-depth view of magical martial arts."
"I really want to know your choice, maybe that will open another door for me." Haguero said.
Stubb stopped, threw aside the piece of mutton in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly raised the cutting knife in his hand to his eyes.
The palms of his palms were slightly shiny, and Haguero felt that Sdebu was continuously gathering "qi" in the palms of his hands, and the gathered "qi" was continuously transformed into the wind. strength.
Hagero is no stranger to all this, because this is exactly the power of "floating" and "wind wings" that he and Milinda have been studying.
However, he really didn't expect that these two simplest wind magics could have such strange and incomparable uses.
Hagero understood Sdebu's thoughts almost instantly.
At this moment, the warrior who had been on the Montita grassland slowly opened his palm, and the cutting knife floated in the air, as if suspended by an invisible thread.
Suddenly, he waved his hand violently, and with the sharp sound of metal breaking through the wind, tiny ripples appeared on the water beneath his feet.
Although Hagero could deflect the flying arrows and catch the sharp sword that was stabbing him, under normal circumstances he would only choose to dodge such a small hidden weapon.
Because it is much more difficult to catch a hidden weapon thrown by a real master than to deflect arrows all over the sky.
But this time, Hagrid neither dodged at will, nor did he move to deflect the incoming cutting knife.
Because he knew very well that Sdebu would not hurt him at all, and he was also completely sure that even if he took action, it would not have any effect on the flying knife.
Just as Hagero expected, when the knife was about to hit his throat, the knife suddenly changed direction and flew past his neck in an extremely dangerous manner.
After the flying knife slid half a circle, it flew back to Sdebu's hand.
"Perfect idea, perfect technique, in my opinion, this is even more powerful than Milinda's phantom attack." Haguero said.
Although his praise was somewhat insincere, he did sincerely appreciate the unique magical martial arts created by Stubb.
Haguero even speculated that Sdebu had never revealed his true achievements.
However, Haguero could roughly guess what the secret card that had not been revealed was.
Hagero didn't know anything about hidden weapons. In fact, he could definitely be called an expert in this field.
Although compared with strong bows and hard crossbows, hidden weapons have no advantages in speed and power. However, there is one powerful thing about hidden weapons that other crossbows cannot match. That is, when the warrior who launches the hidden weapon throws a large number of hidden weapons, no matter how powerful the warrior is, he will feel at a loss.
A manipulated flying knife can never defeat the wind knife cast by a real magician.
With Deb's intelligence, it is absolutely impossible for him to practice such waste, so his hidden trump card must be the skill of volley shooting with concealed weapons.
This ability reminded Hagrid of the great mage who forged the sword for him - Kalit of the Kingdom of Leiding.
Among the countless works of Kalit, there happens to be one identical work.
That set of hidden weapons called "Chenxing" is world-famous for its quantity and weird and inexplicable attack methods.
"It's always a bad idea to come and not go. Can you tell me your choice?" Sdebu said slowly.
"I don't have a choice. My martial arts skills are completely different from those of Milinda and you. I don't pursue offense like you do, but use them more for defense."
"When the explosive bombs were made by Milinda, I had already given up on using magic to further enhance my martial arts. The power I chose was not to be used for hand-to-hand combat." Haguero said with a smile.
"However, the ability I chose is quite useful, and it is precisely because of it that I dare to sneak into the city in the clouds."
Stubb looked at the supreme commander in confusion: "You want to enter the city in the clouds, do you plan to do it yourself?"
"Perhaps, I will help you if you fail, but I believe that with your ability, this possibility is almost impossible." Haguero said.
Sdebu glanced at the Duke, then turned his head and looked at the City in the Clouds in the distance.
Looking at the few shadows floating in the air, Sdebu nodded thoughtfully.
"If you plan to enter the City in the Clouds, I can arrange someone to help you. Anyway, I don't need his help anymore." Sdebu said calmly.
"That couldn't be better. Although I also have people to support me, those people are among the defectors in Stryer County, so it's somewhat inconvenient to move around." Haguero said with a smile.
"Where do you live? I'll ask the contact person to contact you at night." Sdebu said.
"If it's convenient, I plan to stay at your place." Hegeello replied.
Regarding this proposal, Stubb thought for a long time before slowly nodding.
After gathering the mutton on the ground and throwing it into the bag wrapped with spices, Sdebu stood up and headed towards Grant City.
"Tonight, I invite you to taste the unique flavor of Montita's barbecue." Sdebu Yang said as he lifted the spice bag filled with mutton in Yang's hand. He looked so relaxed and at ease.
"Okay, I heard that your craftsmanship is no worse than Gorslow." Haguero said equally relaxedly, as if he was not going to the capital of an enemy country like a dragon and a tiger's den, but the hometown he was most familiar with.
The two people walked towards the distance one after another. The city gate was still crowded with an endless stream of people.
Compared with the empty and deserted lower level, the upper level of the City in the Clouds is quite lively, and a few pedestrians can still be seen in the closed passage.
Because the storm had just passed and the streets outside were still covered with water, people still chose this much drier inner passage.
At this time, the city in the clouds should be more appropriately called the city of waterfalls. Countless small waterfalls were seen pouring down.
The midsummer sun in the sky turned the flying water droplets and steaming water vapor into an increasingly thick fog, tightly surrounding the city in the clouds.
The old wise man, the old man who once served as the king of Montita Kingdom, and the poor father who was overshadowed by his daughter's reputation, were walking slowly on the relatively empty passage.
The series of wet footprints behind him proved that he had just come from below.
The grand occasion underneath and the joy on the faces of the people made the old man feel extremely happy.
Having just experienced a war, the Montita Grassland at this moment really needs a festival that makes people forget their sorrow.
It is for this reason that he and his conscientious son-in-law decided to squeeze some money out of the already difficult treasury so that the common people in Grant City and the surrounding areas could live in joy and satisfaction. Spend three days in it.
Not all of the cattle and sheep were victims of the storm, many were purchased from wealthy tribes.
Just after the storm subsided last night, those wooden frames were already erected on the open space beside Grant Lake outside the city gate.
And after working all night, he didn't sleep at all.
However, when he saw Grant's civilians gathering in a long stream of people rushing to the lake, he saw their faces full of happy smiles, and saw that everyone, even the children's eyes were full of expectation. Looking at it, he felt extremely relieved and satisfied.
This virtuous old man is almost certain that although there is no extremely exquisite food or the most mellow wine to entertain the people of the grassland, this festival celebrating the passing of the "Devil Storm" will definitely become the happiest day for everyone. time, and will be forever engraved in their hearts.
With a feeling of satisfaction, the old man walked slowly towards his home.
As he walked across the empty square, he suddenly saw a shadow slide quickly across.
The old man raised his head. He was indeed very interested in the small boat that slid silently across the sky like a slender shuttle.
In his opinion, it was indeed a great creation, but he would never try to fly in the sky again.
The old man who once served as King of Montita is convinced that if the gods originally intended to allow humans to fly in the sky, they must have given wings to humans long ago.
And that feeling of fear also made him miss the earth even more.
Perhaps the Montitas do prefer to be close to the land that raised them.
However, the old man also knew very well why his daughter was so sleepless and devoted all her energy to these small boats flying high in the sky.
And having experienced that battle personally, he also knew clearly that the days of relying on bravery and superb martial arts, riding fast horses and carrying sharp scimitars to kill enemies were gone forever.
The heroic warriors and the cavalry once thought to be invincible will no longer be able to dominate this battlefield.
Only those magicians who spit out long tongues of fire and turned large swaths of grassland into blazing fires, as well as those soldiers holding thunder bombs, could show off their power on this unfamiliar battlefield to him.
For a moment, the old man felt exhausted. After all, he was once a praised unicorn captain, and he was also famous on the grassland for his bravery.
But now, it was obvious that his martial arts skills were useless, which made him feel deeply disappointed.
But when he thought about it, he felt very excited again, because even an old and frail old man like him could still kill the enemy on the battlefield as long as he held two explosive mines.
With that deadly weapon in his possession, there is probably no difference in strength between the old man and his grandson Dak, who is currently the strongest warrior in the grassland.
This thought made him feel energetic, and even his steps seemed much lighter.
Following the small boat, the old man walked forward through several corridors.
On the square in the distance, there are six such boats parked. The magician on the side is picking up the magic array and carefully filling the boats with magic energy.
On the other side, his daughter Cecilia was standing alone looking at the sky.
The old man walked slowly towards his daughter. He had something to discuss with her.
But when he walked to his daughter's side, the old man hesitated again.
He observed carefully, fearing that he might misjudge the illusory image and mistake it for his daughter.
Although his daughter told him that the illusory image was no different from herself, in the eyes of this stubborn old man, the illusory image could never be regarded as the person she was.
"Dear father, what do you want?"
Suddenly, his daughter's voice came from behind, startling the old man. He turned around in a hurry and looked at the other daughter standing behind him.
This unexpected fright made the old man hate these illusions even more. He didn't like this kind of pretentious stuff, although these things were indeed very useful.
However, what made him feel deeply helpless was that he found that magic that he didn't like appeared more and more around him.
"Where is the real you? I don't want to talk to a bunch of phantoms." The old man said angrily.
The two Cecilia smiled faintly, obviously she was very amused by her father's stubbornness.
"I am at your granddaughter's home. You are welcome to come over if you are willing." Cecilia said with a smile.
But there was still a hint of ridicule hidden in that smile, because Cecilia knew very well that her father would definitely be willing to see Chris next time.
Just as Cecelia expected, the old man immediately rejected her proposal after hearing this. In his opinion, there is really no worse person in the world than the eldest princess, but this terrible person The characters happen to possess incomparable strength.
And this is undoubtedly the worst thing.
After sending her father away, Cecilia's clone continued her work.
"Is it fun to tease your own father?" Chris next to her said coldly.
"He is in pretty good spirits. His hair has not turned gray because of me, and he has no signs of wanting to vomit blood. He is not being held hostage by the elves because he helped me deal with the aftermath."
"But think about it, there is no way that Master Naga could come here from thousands of miles away to negotiate with the elves to release the king who was held hostage." Cecilia said tit for tat.
"Hahaha, I don't know who ran away from home with a big belly. Such a guy keeps saying that he is a good girl. It's really ridiculous." Chris also opened up Cecelia's scar.
"It's a pity that I haven't been pregnant for a long time, Chris. To be honest, I am very envious of you now." Cecilia deliberately stared at Chris's belly.
The latter was obviously on the verge of going berserk.
"I'm tired, Chris, are you going to use a mirror? This thing is not very useful to me who only have one brain, but it is very suitable for a monster like you."
"It's just that I'm worried that if you split your mental power into so many parts, it will make you even crazier." Cecelia ended a war in time before Chris went crazy, but she and Chris were natural enemies. She immediately started another war.
Fortunately, Chris doesn't mind being called a monster at all.
Obviously, paying attention to her belly can arouse her anger more than paying attention to her spirit.
Watching Cecilia leave, Chris sat on the mirror angrily.
"Come here, hang up the mirror for me." The angry Princess vented her anger on Enleco, but Enleco was already used to it, and he was getting better and better at it. freely.
Just as Cecelia had expected, the transformed artifact had mirrors in all directions.
Those mirrors appear more transparent and brighter than the original lenses made of dragon scales, and the figures reflected in the mirrors also appear clearer.
A scream rang out, and eight identical Kriss appeared in the room immediately in baskets.
Even Enleco couldn't figure out how Chris divided her brain into so many parts.
Two of them, Chris, grabbed Enleco's arms and dragged them desperately into the laboratory, constantly scolding: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't be lazy, go modify that device. If you don’t get the fetus out quickly, the annoying Cecelia will always find a target for ridicule.”
Seeing Chris losing her temper like a child, Cecelia gently held her daughter in her arms. She pointed at Chris quietly and made a child's gesture.
Angeli next to her nodded slightly, with a sweet smile on her face.