Congratulations, You've Become an NPC

The strong man's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, as long as Arno could shut up, he would answer no matter what he was asked.

This is Arno's purpose,

He is a pacifist and will not do anything meaningless.

As for what to do if the strong man's spirit completely collapses later on, that's not Arno's problem.

The human mind has the function of self-regulation.

Whether you can adjust it well or not depends on the strong man himself.

"answer my question."

Arno crouched down and looked calmly into the strong man's chaotic eyes.

"Tell me, what is your third group doing here? What is your mission? Where is the end point of that transport plane?"

This question completely exposed the fact that Arno was not a member of the third group.

But by this time, it no longer mattered.

The strong man didn't care who Arno was. He was satisfied as long as Arno shut up and no longer forced him to see the corpse of his companion.

"The mission of the third group is not important..."

The strong man licked his dry lips and said with difficulty.

"It is our responsibility to ensure that the transport plane reaches the end point and transports the food down there."

"That's all."

Arno nodded thoughtfully.

I see. Is that why I said before that the third group has no value in invading?

As far as food security is concerned, it is certainly very important in terms of importance.

However, in terms of the available information, it was useless.

You can't expect the logistics to know what's happening on the front line.

"Where is the end point of the transport plane, below that hole?"

Arno asked again.

This question is the end.

However, regarding this question, the strong man shook his head.

"Each group is responsible for different parts, and they are not the same as each other, and the information is not shared with each other."

"Only the people at the top know the full details."

"They are also the ones responsible for dispatching."

"Each of our groups are just parts for each part."

"So, I can't answer your question."

Nothing could be heard in the strong man's words.

Now he can no longer express any thoughts about his work.

Arno, on the other hand, generally understands why the top management delineates this mysterious matter.

It's nothing more than trying to shroud the whole thing in fog.

In addition, this division can also minimize the loss of a group being paralyzed.

If a certain team is unable to carry out the task, personnel can be transferred from other places to make up for it at any time.

"It's like an assembly line."

Arno sarcastically said in his heart.

This approach is very efficient and confidential.

But, not very humane.

This approach, even in a place like the Empire, is not recognized on the surface.

Of course, that's just on the surface.

Secretly, there are quite a few such things.

However, the initiator is a department directly under the empire, so this situation is rare.

“How do I get to the top of the department?”

After thinking for a while, Arno asked.

Since we can't get more information from the third group, we can only take action against the high-level officials mentioned by the strong man.

Arno guessed that those magic students who were transferred must have something to do with this matter.

As long as we find the higher-ups and figure out the ins and outs of this matter, their whereabouts should be revealed.

Fortunately, thanks to the special status of the Royal Academy of Magic, they will not be used as screws.

"High-level..."

"If you want to find them, then go to the third floor."

"Most high-rise offices are on the third floor."

"It's just that the place is heavily guarded, and passwords and identity verification are required for entry and exit, even for familiar faces."

The strong man looked at the familiar face of Arno, with no luster in his eyes.

He wasn't mocking or sarcastic, he was just expressing his thoughts.

"I see."

In this way, my current face-changing style of play cannot be used for the time being.

However, it is not impossible.

It's just a little bit of trouble.

"There is another way..."

Suddenly, the strong man said this.

"oh?"

Arno looked at him curiously.

Now, the strong man, who was so heartbroken, was willing to say anything to himself.

This is a great convenience for Arnold.

"Occasionally, there will be people wearing white robes on the first and second floors."

“They are both senior executives and researchers.”

"You should be able to ask them what you want to know."

After the strong man finished speaking, he looked at Yanmo with his cloudy and chaotic eyes.

"I have answered all your questions."

Arno nodded.

Indeed, he had nothing more to ask.

After all, as an unknown person in the third group, the information the strong man could provide him was still too little.

Although this trip was fruitful, it was not huge.

"Um?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Arno's mind.

He stood up, looked at the strong man, and asked.

"Can that transport plane carry people directly down?"

If you can, you can save yourself a lot of trouble.

Wouldn’t it be nice to speed pass directly?

"impossible."

However, the strong man shook his head at such a good idea.

"Although the transport plane can deliver food, it cannot carry people down."

"In the middle of the hole, there are more than 360 magic arrays and thousands of verified radars."

"As soon as it is detected that you are not food, you will turn into blood in an instant."

This level of defensive strength has never been seen before in Arnold.

Even the palace may not have such tight defenses.

What kind of secret is hidden underneath this?

Arno was becoming more and more curious.

"Thank you for your answer."

"Then you're free."

After saying this, Arnold opened the door.

The blood was released and immediately flowed out from the gap.

"You won't kill me?"

The strong man asked blankly.

"Why should I kill you?"

"You have answered my question."

Arno said calmly, and immediately walked out of the door, taking it with him.

However, he did not leave directly. Instead, he leaned against the door and listened to what was going on inside.

"I...don't have to die?"

The strong man looked at the blood on the ground and murmured.

A glimmer of courage appeared in his heart from nowhere, allowing him to dare to look at the corpses after Arno left.

"Ten minutes ago, we were chatting and laughing."

Whispering softly to himself, the strong man smiled bitterly.

He walked slowly to the control console.

Looking at the sophisticated instrument panels and the alarms that Arnold had previously controlled, he shook his head.

He doesn't need any of this.

"That's it for now."

He took out a gun from a crack under the console, and the strong man put it against his chin.

boom,

There was a gunshot.

The blood spilled onto the ground and merged with the dark blood.

Outside,

Arno listened to the gunshot, shook his head, turned and left.