Re, Gu Aotian Slaughtered Me

　　 It turned out that the person who communicated with Kraunpith was a mimic of a certain painter who is still in the dwarf country posing as the appearance of the seal beast.

　　 After listening to the self-report of "I am the pantyhose that Pisi took off with a look of reluctance", Kraun Pisi almost sprayed on the spot—

　　 "...The pantyhose that plays Xiao Nai...Sang, I remember you don't know how to do this magic, right?"

　　 "Yes, this is the communication magic item of the Earth Temple of the Dwarf Kingdom, Piss, I can't stand it! Help~me~"

　　 "Do you have to come for help now? I'm busy here, what's going on?" Kraun Pith said impatiently.

　　 "I can't delay the construction period for painting," said the mimic.

　　 "Isn't there a long-term tank research transaction? Use that as an excuse to hold on, and I will be able to go back in a hundred days. It may take so long to plan the country this time." Kraun Pith said helplessly.

"Well, I don’t know why the Dwarf Nation is becoming more and more interested in that kind of chariot. In addition to the sketches you wrote and painted, and the corpse of the elder-level dragon was recently discovered outside, there are many magical material issues. It is easy to solve it, and now there are several experimental cars waiting to be tested." Mimic said again.

　　 "..." Kraun Pith was speechless, and there was no way. The corpse of the dragon that Star killed was so big that it was impossible to pack it into the infinite backpack. It could only be thrown on the mountain.

　　 "What are you and Sunny doing? Is it difficult to swear an oath to the dragon corpse?"

　　 "Huh? But Pisi didn't say that the dragon corpse can't be used. Besides, if you just leave it alone, it will rot sooner or later, right?" The mimicry's tone revealed surprise.

　　 "...Well, this is indeed my mistake, I apologize, please just make some accidental delays, okay? Please."

　　 "...Okay. I'll try." The mimicry's tone seemed a little reluctant.

　　 "Sorry, goodbye."

　　 "Well, see you in a hundred days, I will definitely be back."

　　 The communication was interrupted, and Kraun Pith temporarily left the matter behind and continued to think about how to deal with the elf and the state at the same time.

　　 After some more time, Star who was sitting on her knees seemed to have a rather sinister expression, muttering something, and then Luna on one side was shocked.

　　 "Oh, is it Star again, you are really capable, you." Kraun Pice grinned.

　　 "No, no, it's okay, thanks to Pith for taking care of me initially." Star said with a smile.

　　 Kraunpisi’s "initial care" only helped Star's corresponding plant ontology into the dryad, but because of the earliest, it occupied the highest proportion of human memory from previous lives. After that, as the new memory fills in and differentiates, the proportion becomes more and more negligible.

　　 That is to say, Star's utilization rate of that knowledge is higher than that of Kraunpith. How can it be possible? Could it be that as the starter, there is still human residue at work?

　　 It’s irritating that children are better than their parents when they are young, but fortunately, Crowenpies doesn’t regard himself as a parent.

　　 "Then, what horrible idea came to mind, tell me secretly first." Kraunpis climbed to the side of Star.

　　 Star muttered a few words in Kraun Pith's ear.

"This... actually used the setting to this extent." Kraunpisi's face became a little ugly for a moment, and she stood up excitedly, clenching her powder fist, "This is like a demon-like approach to hell. The enemy shouldn’t be too great. It’s great that the human race can turn against each other with a prank level of combat! Let the **** that was originally destined to come ahead of time!"

　　Although the theory is like this, it may be somewhat difficult to implement. It should not be based on the simple mind of the enemy. How can we fool the human race?

　　 "Big goblin, hurry up and heal these two'human sticks' completely; Star, make them two decent costumes with magic; then..."

　　Crown Pith was busy giving orders to the goblins, and then a little bit busy, if it can go smoothly. I have to rush back to paint and inspect the new tank.

　　…………………………

　　 Three days later, Slian Church, the western border town—

　　 Lost the magic caster who could use teleportation magic, and had to carry a few corpses back to the most remote town in the country, and rushed back to the country in three days.

　　 Carrying the corpse will make people passing by look a little stunned, but here is the border of the hills where the demihumans inhabit, even if such things happen, it is not very strange.

　　 A group of people went to the church and entered the inner hall to show the crest of identity to the monks and soldiers standing guard. Then the monks and soldiers nodded and bowed as if they saw the uncle, went to inform the local bishop, and asked other people to arrange the corpse so that they can be resurrected at any time, as well as the rest, meals and lodging of the members of the dark scripture.

　　 The Dark Sacred Code is the trump card unit directly under the religious country, and in a sense, it is the highest civil servant of the religious country, so naturally he has this treatment.

　　 The next step is to ask the priest who will use [Message] to help contact the country. [Message] is not reliable in the hands of the natives, but before starting the call, you can use it with a password or something.

　　 Among the magic casters in this world, there are not many people who will deliberately learn [Message] from UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but with the public power of the church, they can easily integrate the planning.

　　 "Jefferson, please do the next thing."

"NS."

　　 Jefferson, who was entrusted by other dark sacred companions-the mage uncle in the eyes of Crow Enpees, followed the priest who led the way to the liaison room inside the church.

　　 Magic can be performed anywhere, but the church is not a closed place. There is a place where you can use contact magic without worrying about being eavesdropped. As for anti-detection magic-border towns are not treated as well.

　　 The priest sits at the desk he usually uses and activates magic: "[Message]]."

The invisible contact line begins to extend from this church, and then try to get the line to the capital. The [Message] used by the indigenous people is so troublesome and there is a risk of cross-line, but if it is a habitual contact person, this The process and safety will become more reliable.

　　 is connected.

　　 But the priest has not yet started to prepare for the secret signal as always, but the opposite uttered a strange voice—

　　 "Connected? Hey hey, pineapple buns, barbecued pork buns, leek buns, auditions, um, they should be connected. Are they the troop of the religious nation? If not, I will hang up."

After the recovery of Klauen Pith’s MP, I have tried to contact the Dark Sacred Scriptures these days. After all, I have fought at that time and I have an impression. Then try to activate [Message] against this impression, but not How smoothly.

　　 As a result, this time, I was also starting to launch [Message] to the outside world, and it turned out to be called "Cross Line" and actually found the right person.

(to be continued)