Mystery Makes Me Strong

There is a gap between professionals and knights.

The morale of the knights is falling.

The big mouse discovered this and mobilized the mice to violently attack the emperor's direct knights!

The knights are indeed the elite of the feudal era, professional soldiers, complaining is nothing but instincts that have been trained over the years, and under the supervision of the supervising knights, they follow the professionals.

But the combat effectiveness is inevitably reduced.

When the knights dropped sharply to only 30% left, a full 70% battle loss rate finally collapsed.

At this time, the Great Emperor Lancelot finally ran to the place pointed by the direction sign:

A half-mountain palace.

The arrow of the fountain of youth is pointing to a little milk dog who is basking in the sun on the slate and sleeping soundly.

It's fine if it's a bitch, and milk can be said to be the fountain of youth.

The problem is it's a male dog...

Lancelot leaned over and grabbed it, and a terrified voice came from his ear:

"Put it down!"

It was a woman's voice.

The other party was only in his twenties, and his skin was too pale. Some people would believe that he was sixteen or seventeen.

"The emperor is wise, this is the big mouse's younger sister!" The intelligence officer immediately recognized her.

The two professionals entangled with a vine and caught Weil.

This still depends on the fact that the other party is a woman, otherwise it would be a jungle of thorns, a prison of bones, a cave of death... and other terrible torture prisons.

The Great Emperor nodded, and led the soldiers into the Banshan Palace.

The mountain has been besieged by rats.

But the Great Emperor Lancelot was not panicked at all.

The logistics officer activates the warehouse skills and takes out a large amount of water, bread, salt, vegetables, meat, eggs... various supplies.

Then start, feed the horses.

Yes, feed the horses, not the people.

The knights, even the professionals, took care of their horses ten times more than their own father.

After all, your father is not good at serving you, and he is reluctant to scold you. The horses are not good at taking care of you, so you will die.

Thirty percent of the knights who can survive now have the best horses.

Concentrated feed mixed with raw eggs, scrubbing and massaging, changing horseshoes, patiently appease emotions...

At the same time, the attendants urgently arranged defense facilities.

Lancelot hugged the sleeping puppy, gave it to a female professional, took good care of it, and then began to check the surrounding terrain.

The scout quickly shared his vision with His Majesty the Emperor through a mind link.

This is an unremarkable mountain, isolated on the plain, and there is only this one mountain.

There is only one way up and down the mountain, and it is not very steep.

That said, it's easy to get surrounded.

In fact they were already surrounded by rats.

It's just that the rats haven't attacked yet.

Halfway up the mountain is a palace, which should be used for summer vacation.

There are no servants in the palace, only a group of rats, which have just been killed or driven away by professionals, and have been cleaned up.

However, everyone still felt a little bit of danger, so they patiently checked every corner.

I'm afraid that there is some secret passage that will allow the enemy to sneak in and attack.

You must know that their opponents are mice.

In the middle of the night, if there was a sneak attack, it would be a disaster.

Professionals are also afraid of sneak attacks. After all, releasing skills requires attention and time.

Ready or unprepared, for players, there can be more than ten times the difference in combat effectiveness.

After Lancelot inspected the terrain, he returned to the palace and called the female professional.

The female professional, who was originally a nobleman's maid, was conscripted temporarily to make up for it.

Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise, and he became a card player. Since then, he has the strength that is no less than that of a man.

The gender of the player's character never affects combat effectiveness.

"This little dog is very bold and not afraid of us at all." The female professional told the emperor in surprise.

"Oh, it's a revelation after all." Lancelot thought for a while before thinking of a name to define him.

"Apocalypse?" The female professional didn't quite understand.

"Hey, puppy, you should understand our words. If you understand, this is for you to eat." Lancelot said, picking up a bunch of the freshest grapes from the Ruswan region.

As soon as it is picked, it is sent to the professional warehouse for storage.

Grape?

The little milk dog just wanted to eat it, but suddenly found that the dog couldn't stand the sour.

It shakes its head.

Dogs can eat delicious food, but it is not too sour, sweet or salty. After all, it is different from human taste.

"Okay, this Felters five-star ham?" Lancelot took out a high-quality ham made from the hind leg of a cow.

This kind of ham takes more than a year to smoke, and the intermediate steps are extremely complicated, and many expensive spices and seasonings are used.

It can be said that it is equal to silver of equal weight, but not gold, because gold is too expensive.

The little milk dog drools.

This is a natural reaction and has nothing to do with me.

Xiao Huan comforted himself.

"Very well, it seems that you want this very much. As long as you tell me where the fountain of youth is, I will give it to you." Lancelot asked directly without shy away from female professionals.

This is a secret that everyone knows, and the emperor is looking for a way to prolong his life.

The little milk dog silently scratched out the word "spring water" with its paws on the slate, and then pointed to itself.

"Your name is spring?" The emperor was shocked.

The little milk dog nodded.

This is Weil occasionally calling its name, and the other party has a strange obsession with clean water.

Probably from the previous emphasis of the big rats, and the rat farms, there is too little clean water.

Spring water is one of the cleanest sources of water you can get your hands on.

Even in modern times, mountain springs are regarded as synonymous with cleanliness.

"You won't grow old?" the emperor asked again.

Xiao Fanan imagined that tens of thousands of years had passed, and he was still a child.

Well, it's nice to be a kid.

Even better if you don't have to go to school.

It nods.

"Damn it, I really guessed it right, let me find a person who will not grow old, called spring water, no, it's a dog." The emperor couldn't laugh or cry.

He originally thought that he ran to the mountain to find a fountain of youth, and drinking the spring water inside would make him immortal.

It turned out that the first reaction's guess was correct.

"Can you give me this ability?" the emperor finally asked.

Even if the answer is no, he will give the ham to the dog.

After all, judging from the wisdom displayed now, the opponent's background is very scary.

It may have the same status as an envoy, a watchdog of the Kingdom of God, or something like that.

I imagined it for a while, and it was a bit embarrassing.

She wanted to lie, but she couldn't.

She can make the other party not old, but the premise is that Lao Wen cheats on her.

So the little milk dog shook his head first, then nodded.

The emperor was confused, the female professionals were confused, and the surrounding logistics officers, intelligence officers, and guards were all confused.

What does this dog mean?

They were puzzled.

"I can't understand what you're talking about, you should write." The emperor asked for a quill and ink.

The little milk dog looked at the pen, looked at his paws, then silently dyed his paws, and then wrote on the slate.

"I can make you immortal, but only if I restore my strength."