The Rockets of the Spirits Start

The autumn wind swept across the leaves, and it came to the end of October in a blink of an eye.

The headquarters of the Little Orange Island Alliance has cleared up the misunderstanding with Dawu, the chairman of the Fengyuan Alliance, by phone, and then Nobunaga who sits in the central government to monitor the implementation of the overall plan.

At this time, he was strolling leisurely in the forest path full of peach and fruit trees, silently surrounding the master ball where Lugia was imprisoned with his right fingertips, and at the same time there was a bit of silence in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"The undefended Sanshi Village is a hidden danger after all. It's better to send Hideyoshi back early and take everyone in the village to the islands."

"Well, in addition, the propaganda of the Islands Tour can't be left behind. It seems that Menyan and the others must hurry up and get out the Islands Daily that truly belongs to the alliance."

After deliberate and careful consideration in my mind, I made a plan to deal with several important matters, and raised my head to look at the still warm sun in October in the south.

For some reason, the roadside obviously lost its vitality, and the golden yellow dead leaves falling on the ground, combined with the first sun that had just risen in the morning, suddenly and inexplicably made Nobunaga's heart feel anxious and irritated.

"The daily life of a trainer is nothing more than the careful cultivation of elves, coupled with appropriate and rich battles."

"Now that I can only stay in the headquarters, eating and dying with the elves, it is too difficult for me, a low-level civilian trainer."

After slightly bending over and sighing, he remembered Nobunaga's internal document of today, which was still placed on his desk, waiting for urgent processing.

Forcibly vomited out the boredom in his heart, and imprisoned the mythical beast Rogia in his hand, which was enough to be called a master ball as a strategic weapon.

Putting back the ordinary cowhide backpack at his waist, he walked quickly to the landmark building of the Orange Alliance, the 33-story government affairs building.

But precisely because it was early in the morning, the alliance officials who came to work energetically overlapped with Nobunaga's way back to the room...

"Master President, good morning."

"morning."

Nobunaga, who has been familiar with the president's life for two months, smiled and nodded in an approachable manner, and then patted their shoulders to give an encouraging response, then passed by and walked into the building.

Take the privileged elevator to the top floor, and push open the brown iron-wood door of his office with one hand.

Nobunaga sat down on the mahogany armchair with a calm and leisurely face, picked up a document and was just about to open it.

The landline phone placed on the table suddenly rang inappropriately.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Beep, beep, beep."

"The number displayed as the headquarters of the Kanto Alliance?"

Holding a stack of thick paper in his left hand, looking at the text on the phone screen, he frowned and read this sentence seriously.

The look in his eyes suddenly became strange again, and Nobunaga, who raised the corner of his mouth as if thinking of something, picked up the phone receiver with his right hand, put it to his ear calmly, and whispered in a male-to-male manner:

"Hi, this is the headquarters of the Orange Alliance."

(Quiet…)

"Nobunaga, I'm Damaranch, you should have heard of me and know my name."

A calm voice came out through the microphone. Seeing the old president of the Kanto Alliance, calm as water, he pushed the pressure back to his side. The faint smile on Nobunaga's mouth disappeared suddenly, and his eyes showed a little dignified color. Then complimented and echoed:

"Ah, it turned out to be the well-known President Damarachi, please forgive my rudeness just now."

"However, did you take the initiative to make this call? Could it be that there are some difficult problems in the ongoing brutal war in the Kanto area?"

Hearing that Nobunaga pays attention to etiquette on the surface, in fact, he pretends to be surprised and reveals the old background of Kanto.

Guessing that this phone conversation would not go so smoothly, Damarachi picked up the teacup and blew off the hot air on it, then gently stroked his silver-white wild lion beard, with a helpless and domineering smile gradually appearing on his face, With a slightly sad tone, he said:

"The once wanted criminal of the Kanto Alliance, a senior cadre of the Rockets, is now also sitting on the chairmanship of the alliance.

Being able to sit on an equal footing with me and discuss major issues is really a progress of the times. "

Although Damarangi was on the phone, digging up the dark history and mocking him like a sigh, Nobunaga's face did not change much, but his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Do you want to use this to point out the facts and ask the Kanto Alliance for acquiescing in return for the independence of the archipelago..."

The above text was slowly drawn across the mind, and Nobunaga, who was sitting upright on the chair, quietly squeezed the pen in his hand, and replied with a smile on his face:

"After all, the world needs dreams. I have longed to be a member of the league since I was a child."

It was still an unnutritious answer, facing Nobunaga's extremely sophisticated Tai Chi method.

He clearly knew that if he used words to express it secretly, this guy who was a wanted criminal of the bottom-level Rockets would probably use this way of going around in circles to chat with Damarachi until dark.

Tranquility put down the purple sand teacup in his hand, looked at the landline with the hands-free button turned on, and said coldly, with restrained emotion and expressionless face:

"Since I dare to give you a chance, it means that I have enough ability to take back these things at any time, so don't be too smart in your life, Nobunaga."

Sensing the change in Dama Lanqi's tone, he knew in his heart that this was his ultimatum, and that it was also Nobunaga's threat to himself and the archipelago.

He lowered his head and wiped off the ink on his palm with the document, and after quickly thinking about several coping methods in his mind, the expression in his eyes gradually turned helpless, so he had to stick to the phone receiver, and responded positively in a low voice:

"If you want me to do something, just say it."

Damarachi, who had become somewhat powerless due to age, could not help but lean back in his chair and silently heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Nobunaga finally gave the answer he wanted.

After a tactical pause for a few seconds, as an old fox who is familiar with negotiating strategies, Damalan put on the majesty unique to him as the president of the Kanto Alliance, and said to the phone word by word, seriously:

"Tomorrow is the day of the final battle between the Alliance and the Rockets. I hope you can rush to the Light Red Forest in person, secretly help the main players of the Alliance defeat the remnants of the Rockets, and kill some disobedient ones..."

Damalan didn't finish his last sentence, but Nobunaga, who has a lot of experience in this kind of black work, instantly understood what he meant.

On the premise of helping the alliance win the war, should we silently eliminate the backbone of the family faction...

And it was through the exchange of benefits, let me, an outsider of the Orange Alliance, take action, and did not give any chance to prove the truth. The strongest president of the Kanto Alliance, really acted ruthlessly...

"The rewards of friendship cancel each other out. I will arrive at the Light Red Forest tomorrow morning at the latest. I will never leave anything behind."

Hearing Nobunaga's cold-blooded reply like a killer, Damarachi, who had his feet up in the mid-air of the seat, flashed a bright light in his eyes, acknowledged the deal softly, and hung up the phone directly.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Click." (the earpiece is put back in the base)

"Another boulder in my heart has fallen to the ground."