Arad's crooked savior

"Oh, isn't that what the empire is like, recklessly exploring unknown powers without regard to consequences?"

Siatt stroked the ghost bead on the back of her hand. It always warned herself that it was an unforgettable hatred, the hatred of being forcibly "deathed".

"The Delos army in the Milan Plain is stationed in a town, and there are some scattered strongholds around it. Are you interested in joining him?"

Root clicked on a gray map hanging on the wall. That location was the well-explored garrison base, which might be guarded by powerful professionals.

"How long can it withstand the attack with the protective shield of the Saint's Call?"

Except for Ludmila, there was no one on the ship with long range. Facing the charging imperial army, it was obviously unreasonable to go directly to fight.

"Because I don't know if there are awakened magic gunners in the garrison, my mental time is 20 seconds. I can escape once I get rid of them and vent my anger."

Root himself knew in his heart that as long as they did not transform into dragons, they could only play some role in harassing them. It was still a bit wishful thinking to completely wipe out the garrison.

If any crazy awakened person rushes out and injures the Saint's Cry, it will be a loss outweighing the gain.

"Twenty seconds is enough. It can destroy almost half of the garrison."

Not looking at the shocked looks of Ludmila and the others, Ye Lin felt a little regretful now. It would have been better if he had touched Kelly's quantum bomb.

Calculate a standard parabola and explode a beautiful mushroom cloud.

"This is the lava bottle. I got it from a magician. Ludmila, you can use your arrows to hit the entire military camp. I also brought a hundred or so pursuit robots. Rebecca will throw them all away tomorrow." , as for you two..."

Siatt and Natalya, two fat beasts, were eager to try. It was impossible to keep them idle.

"One person has one mark, the skill of controlling the sword, and then run away after the fight."

Although Natalia has some flaws in her character, her talent is extremely good. It was probably due to her accumulated experience as a slave. Her use of the power of transfer was once able to surpass Siatt.

There are as many transfer phenomena in the Arad continent as there are stars. With the convenience of the Saint's Call, it is not difficult to find a space crack for her.

"Okay, let's get some rest early. Tomorrow we will celebrate Siatt's promotion as a lackey of the Delos Empire."

Siatt had lived on the Saint's Call for a while, and was familiar with the journey, so she went directly to Ludmila's room.

"I'm going to sleep with my sister tonight, and we're going to catch up on old times and chat."

Siatt leaned half out from behind the door and waved, with a strange smile on her lips.

"No, I'm also very interested in your topic. I'm somewhat involved in clothes, shoes, hair and makeup, so take me with you. Even if there's no empty bed, we can squeeze in, or I can make a bunk on the floor. …”

Ye Lin was naturally unwilling to give in. He reached out to grab the door that was not closed tightly. However, his clothes tightened and his whole body was grabbed hard and dragged backwards.

"Come here, let's have a good chat."

Captain Root's rough but strong fingers were like squeezing a chicken, holding him by the collar and throwing him into the room. He was worthy of being a dragon, and his strength was naturally top notch.

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I yawned sleepily at the bow of the Sage's Call, my head hurt a little, and the alcohol had not passed.

While chatting last night, Captain Root persuaded me to drink several glasses of wine, and I fell asleep in a daze. I didn't wake up until just now.

The "cup" that Root gave him was basically a large porcelain vat. After drinking a cup, no one knew what happened.

When it comes to drinking, as long as you don't go crazy and go to bed after drinking, it's okay if you drink too much, but it won't taste like that with the World Instrument.

He is not and does not like drunkards, but Sothea from the Moonlight Tavern is exactly the opposite of him, because drunkards can easily damage items and have to compensate her to buy new ones.

"Good morning, do you want breakfast? Good lamb and bread."

Natalia gestured to the breakfast on the table. The steaming mutton soup and the bread made by Ludmila were also delicious for breakfast.

Rebecca and Siatt had finished eating and were discussing today's activities. Ludmila was tying the lava bottle to the bow and arrow and setting the entire military camp on fire.

"You eat first, I'll wash your face and come back."

He formed a ball of water and was about to wash his face when his brows suddenly wrinkled. Something was wrong. It was weird.

It was Natalia who warmly invited her to breakfast, not Siatt?

Is this still the character defector who was about to kill himself if he disagreed with him last night?

And where did the mutton come from? Didn't Root say that the village didn't get enough meat?

“Natalia, where did this mutton come from?”

"If you don't let me kill that horse, I'll trade it with someone else for a sheep and kill it. How about it? Am I very clever?"

Natalia happily stuffed the pancake with minced meat and lettuce, chewing a mouthful of it.

"Haha, you are such a clever little guy..."

Ye Lin twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

The revolutionary army lived a relatively frugal life. Ludmila wanted to buy it at a more affordable price, but the price of selling the whole sheep did not meet her psychological expectations. It was higher, so it was better to buy fresh meat elsewhere.

Natalia directly exchanged it for a strong and beautiful bay red horse. This healthy and strong horse can be used for farm work and pulling carts. In exchange for four or five sheep, everyone can make money, and no one will refuse.

"Luxury, waste, why are there corrupt elements like you in the revolutionary army!"

He scolded Natalya severely and picked up a bowl of soup...it was delicious.

Natalia felt better after eating, and said: "You are the boss, the employees are having a hard time, and you are not allowed to help improve it."

"You are quite proud of an employee who is always ready to slash his boss with a sword?"

"It didn't work! Hiccup~"

The Sage's Call took off and headed towards the nearest Imperial squad.

"I used to think I was quite rich, but now I seem to be just that..."

Count on your fingers, support Remedia, Belmare, the Revolutionary Army, relocate Northmare,...

If it weren't for the prosperous business of the shop, Roger on the West Coast would have to share 10% of the profits in Sky City, as well as the trade of dark elves, which would really be too much for him.

"The trade in the Afalia camp has started. It should be easier. Then we will find a way to open the store to Vetalon. It seems that I need Isabella's help and put up the royal brand."

"Hey, you said..." Natalia patted him on the shoulder carelessly, looking very puzzled, and asked: "Why do you have so much time to get involved with the revolutionary army? Why do you want to be your leader in Hutton Mar?" Are rich people bad?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Root, Ludmila, and Rebecca all looked over curiously.

Naturally, they would also secretly inquire about this "mysterious" boss. His rapidly growing strength and increasingly stronger but increasingly vague "power" gave him a real sense of mystery.

As for why he supported the revolutionary army, several people tried to think of "Hiat".

"I have a sense of justice and like peace!"

Yelin's calm answer made Root nod silently. Although it seemed perfunctory, it was still reasonable.

Only Siatt secretly rolled her eyes. This kind of unscrupulous person has a sense of justice like a hammer. I'm afraid it's not just justice.

"Damn it, these Imperial troops!"

Rebecca's sudden curse brought Ye Lin back to his senses. The scene below the Saint's Call made everyone's eyes cold and their anger welling up.

Below is a field of grain wheat plants that are growing vigorously. The grain fields that were supposed to be lush and green, but the grain wheat seedlings that will be heading to maturity in two months, have been trampled by someone and collapsed in pieces.

Several Delos Empire war horses were leisurely in the wheat fields, chewing wheat seedlings in their mouths.

"These wheat seedlings will be enough food for another two months!"

Ludmila's face was full of regret, she drew her bow and arrows, and quickly added a large amount of meat reserves to the Saint's Call.