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"There will be so many teams coming here, we must be able to see something." The owl tried to walk a few steps on the spot and looked at Hai, "Mr. Hai, thank you for telling us so much missing information. No one can When expressing gratitude, there is only regret that this team does not have the absent person mentioned by Mr. Hai."

Hai responded politely: "Don't worry, dear sir. I just want to know some recent information about Mr. Cassia from you. I never thought that I could get the answer I want to know from you. There is a lot of information, so be careful. Observation and thinking can easily restore the facts in my mind to similar facts. It is expected that you will not respond."

Hai stood up at this time, and Lyle followed him: "I have known Mr. Cassia for a long time, for several years. I can't say that I know him well. Some people can know his personality and general way of doing things as long as they have contact with him, and there is no such thing as Great changes caused by environmental pressure will always continue in this way, and the deviation will not be too large. I respect Mr. Cassia very much. From my childhood to now, people who can still retain something in such an environment seem to be the same. There is only Mr. Cassia. So I trust Mr. Cassia on many things."

Owl and Isa felt Hei's unabashed gaze, like being stared at by a poisonous snake, cold and narcotic. There was only a moment, and after that they could no longer capture that gaze. The smile on Hao's face was full of comfort and unconscious trust, and it seemed that there was no intersection with this gaze at all.

Hao's warning made Isa and the others feel a lot of vigilance, just like the illusion given by that face. And this is indeed the case. During the not-so-long conversation, Owl and the others dropped their guard several times, wanting to follow Hei's guidance and the topic he gave, and said "Soria" Picture" is the name.

"I envy you so much that you can stay with Mr. Cassia during a long journey." There were still a few minutes left until two o'clock in the morning, and Hai and Lyle walked towards the exit of the curtain here, "There will be more to come. There is a long journey. If you have anything you need to ask, signal intelligence is available. Just find me or the person next to me. His name is Lyle, and he and I will answer the questions for you. There is no exchange of conditions. , I simply think that people like Mr. Cassia should not gradually disappear into people’s heads, nor should they be transformed into another person by the information in the hands of various mixed black marketeers. He deserves my respect, and He deserves respect from more people, that’s all.”

After Hai left, more than a dozen people who were resting against the trees got up and left one after another, leaving Owl and the others enough space to move around.

The three of them did not speak, and the message existed between sign language and eyes. The tacit understanding is not very good, but the basic interaction is no problem. Looking for an opportunity to escape was not an option for the three of them from the beginning. At this moment, each of them recalled the short period of time before coma. Only the owl had the memory of being aware of it. Awareness was only the first step. Owl knew that he only sensed an abnormality around him at that time. As for what the abnormality was, he had no idea.

In his hand was a small glass bottle bullet with a needle tip that the other party had just hit with the antidote and stimulant. Its structure determined that the effective distance of such things would not exceed fifty meters. The shot is guaranteed to hit in a forest environment, and the distance is probably within 20 meters.

Owl and Isa knew very well that when they had allocated part of their perception to observe their surroundings, the enemy could still invade unnoticed threats within twenty meters of themselves. Deadly and without the slightest precaution. If this small glass bottle turns into a bullet of any caliber and is aimed at your head, the final result will be...

The matter about Cassia was tacitly acknowledged by the three of them and was never mentioned. They each have their own answers in their hearts, but there are also doubts. Between true and false, the boundaries of evaluation and judgment are lost. Regardless of whether they are Soriato or Cassia, in the hearts of the three of them, they are all people who help them. The only difference is the change in their names. If there is still a chance to meet, it becomes contradictory as to what mood and expression should be used when meeting next time.

Soon after, Owl and the three of them heard the noise around them, and the camping tent-like curtains and artificial fluorite were put away. Hai smiled at them from a distance, and his gentle eyes made Nighthawk Isa and the others feel the danger everywhere in the air. There was nothing bad in that look, just politeness and the kindness of an adult looking at a child. But Isa and the others always had the feeling that they couldn't hide it no matter what, and the feeling of having their thoughts completely seen through always existed.

The direction of advancement and the direction of evacuation formed a right angle. Nighthawk and the others did not know where they would follow them next. They only knew that they were following Haikou deeper into the belt-like mountains.

In the early morning, Isa and the others were resting and were glad that they and others had not thought of escaping. The quality displayed by this team of a hundred people from early morning to this moment made them intuitively understand the gap between themselves and them. There are many similar teams in the belt mountain range, and any one of them will be a fatal disaster for most of the organization's teams, and it is inevitable. Considering that there will be extremely powerful surgeons in this kind of team, Owl and the others also intuitively feel the pressure.

The environment between small countries and the three giant countries is indeed different. It is no longer an idea, but an established conclusion. Among the three, only Isha understood it the most. Except for herself and Cassia, this was the feeling brought to her by the death of all team members. Sometimes, Isa often thinks about how Mr. Soriato, who regards this kind of team as his enemy, can help him with his own strength and ability.

It seems not. Not becoming a burden to him is the best help. The result of thinking made Isa feel a sense of loss, and she had to accept this loss.

Marching into the afternoon, the height and size of the surrounding trees spoke of their depth. On the way, Hai and Lyle would come to them from time to time and give some explanations about the mountains, many of which included detailed information about various areas in the belted mountains.

"Mr. Hai, I wonder what you mean by needing Cassia's help?" During the break, Isha suddenly asked Hai.

There was no surprise at all, but the uncontrollable smile on his face made Nighthawk Isa and the others realize the true appearance of the polite and gentle man in front of them. That sense of distortion carries its own dangers.

"It's a simple matter. The main people in charge of one or two belt mountain areas need Mr. Cassia's help in cleaning up. They are Mr. Cassia's enemies, so they are not counted as Mr. Cassia's help, but I provide a It’s a good opportunity for the two to meet, that’s about it.”

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Mavis used the excuse of going on patrol to avoid Ovelia and others, and successfully discussed with six other people on a small airship until evening. Information is stacked on the table, especially the records of knight squire assessments.

At the same time, at an unknown location in the ribbon mountains, as the signal receiver in his hand vibrated, Lieutenant Colonel Will and the thirty or so soldiers behind him immediately locked onto which side was the enemy. To the unaware prey in pursuit.