"All the bone jade stored in Alban was made into bone jade bombs?" An almost dropped the half-eaten bread on the ground.
Nemo put down the cloth bag and nodded heavily: "Every one has a weight monitoring circle. I peeled it off while adjusting, and finally scraped out these—according to Mr. Medes' request, these should be enough."
The mouth of the bag was open, revealing tiny snow-white crumbs that 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 off the crumbs between her fingers and wiped the fabric exposed behind the leather armor before taking it over. . Although she knew that Nemo had done enough protection, she couldn't help but put another silk bag on the outside.
Nemo 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 let out a long sigh, took out the task scroll, and signed it neatly.
"I can give you my personal 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 also a member of Tumbleweed, Ann. You've always been with us, and you deserve it. The rest of the old rule, half to team money, half to keep ." 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 Blight Castle, but... well, it didn't explode successfully," Nemo explained in a low voice.
In fact it fried quite normally. 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 caused Nemo himself to have no concept of the power of bone jade, and 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 the southern border of Alban. 'The solution'. The former is for total war, the latter—"
"He's going to use this thing against Gallagher Salter." The former knight commander pointed out clearly, "Mr. Wright, do you remember the model of the bomb?"
"Model?" Nemo was taken aback, "According to the information from the Church of the Abyss, there is only one type of bone bomb."
"'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 Judge Knight Commander - Alban had borrowed a lot of manpower from the gatekeepers. , to promote the research of new bone 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 Wither Castle." Nemo explained immediately, "Thoroughly stimulate the power of Bone Jade, erasing everything with an instant burst of power. Bone Jade's... uh, the origin of abyss magic The force will have a lasting effect. For decades to come, the explosion will only continue to produce demons, and surface life will not survive."
The bone jade must be related to the Demon King, 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's determined to get to the bottom of it with Oliver, Nemo isn't in a hurry to worry about this question at the moment: "If there's a new genre... I did find a word I couldn't understand."
"Please speak." Adrian's expression was serious.
"The 'philanthropist' was mentioned in the plan to hit Alban. I wasn't quite sure what it meant at the time, but now I think it's the closest thing to a '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. 'Philanthropist' only works on animals - it will keep houses and cities, but all life with flesh and blood will turn to dust. Although it costs more bones, its impact Better to deal with than a devastating 'cleaner'," Adrian explained, almost pinching the bridge of his nose red.
"Don't be sad, darling. You know, humans are always very positive and talented at this." Jesse sticks to it after all.
The knight commander sighed, too lazy to dodge his hand.
"Damn, Prince, he will move very quickly." Ann's voice was hesitant.
"How do you say?" Oliver noticed the unease of the female warrior.
"Let's put it this way, as I understand it. The smartest way for our wild dog marshal now is to fake a successor and rely on the emperor's will to fight the prince." Ann spoke quickly, "but he can't be casual Pulling 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."
"From what I know about Etram, he probably gave Field Dog Field Marshal a fake royal insignia - Gallagher must find a suitable person and branded this fake insignia. Not counting the time to find someone , it takes about a week to cast the spell alone. 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 will not be good, is it?" Nemo asked cautiously.
"Yeah, after all that wild dog was watching. He couldn't get down at a distance and make an excuse to fool him... like he did with the Emperor and Annabelle."
Ann let out a sneer: "But now it seems that he has chosen a more extreme way - to be strong before the marshal's face is completely torn, and let the civilians of the border city and the marshal be buried together. Although he will have a violent name, But it is a border area after all, as long as the excuses are beautiful, there is still room for manoeuvre in this matter.”
"The marshal has been out for a long time, and he should also not know about the 'philanthropist'." The knight commander added, "No one will use the 'cleaner' in their own country, and Marshal Gallagher must not have considered this 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 to cure Delia, and then they just need to give Delia regularly and pick it up when she recovers. Now that the little princess and Catbeard are inseparable, Nemo can easily find her.
The tumbleweed's mission can even be said to be over, and Ann even gave them the reward in advance, but...
"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 icy and calm, despite a repressed tremor. "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.
"I have a cat's beard now, 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, but there was still something in her tender voice. struggle. "I... I can get information easily."
Ann stood there blankly.
"Even if the marshal takes me away, I have no legal right to inherit as a minor. This cannot be a reason to hinder my uncle from coming down." The little princess still mistook them for the black badges hired by the marshal Gallaher.
"Tell Marshal Gallagher that, over the years, I have come to understand my uncle's character. He is not a smart villain, and even in my opinion, he is naive and ignorant now - he will not be a good king, if He really got to that position, and a lot of people would 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 little princess' voice.
"Marshal Gallagher can't lose. In every way, he can't lose. Even if we don't choose, 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 go to Salter immediately', not 'I'll flee the palace with you' - I It's the Alastair family, and although I've never loved this family, I'm shedding the blood of this lunatic family."
She raised her voice, and suddenly there was a bit of distorted persistence in her tone.
"In a sense, I also have this country on my shoulders. I'm going to prove it, I have to prove it... I'm going to 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 brightening amazingly. "When I successfully deliver the medicine to Delia, I may need to leave the team temporarily, Oliver."
"You're going to be involved in a war."
"Yes, but this is Alastair's business."
"…very dangerous war."
"The relationship between us has long since been cleared up." Seemingly aware of the other party's subtext, the female warrior narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, I know." Oliver's voice added a soft smile, "So I want to be paid."
"Little bastard, I've run 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."
"uh-huh?"
"I want Tumbleweed's pardon. I hope the new king will grant everyone civilian status. How about this deal?"
An silently looked at Oliver's green eyes, 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 'sold' her to us directly. "
The brown-haired woman on the ground let out a terrified sob.
"Do you think there are not enough flaws?"
Marshal Gallagher almost laughed at his subordinates: "So... how do you want me to disguise, eh? Not to mention etiquette education, it will take half a week just to make her not tremble. I understand your suffering, Women are indeed fragile animals, but at least 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 accentuated the "real" pronunciation.
"But… "
"If a refugee can't do it, then it's a criminal. Criminals should at least be more courageous. If they can't, they can hire Heizhang. There are also many female Heizhangs who have relatives to support. I don't believe that I can't find anyone to exchange their lives for their relatives' food and clothing. "
"Yes, Master Marshal."
Gallagher snorted, poured himself a glass of mulled wine, and sat back in the limp 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 turned back.
"what happened again?"
"found it."
"… are you kidding me?"
"No, it's delivered. They seem to have guessed what we want, there's a woman in the team, and the basic characteristics match, which is, uh—"
"What is it?"
"It doesn't seem like she's being obedient, she's a little crazy. We asked her about compensation, she, she..."
"Just a young woman." Gallagher put down his glass impatiently, straightening 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 guys really want to talk about pay, I want the whole of Alban.'"