Outside the city, a settlement.

In the aggrieved little room, Jacques sweated profusely, just like when he was an apprentice to the Mithril forge, sweating like rain in the furnace.

Only this time Jacques was not in front of a hot furnace, but a dazzling array of flasks and reagent tubes, burning reactors, and strange-smelling coolant.

One person and one cat are silently busy, and they cooperate with each other very tacitly, you hand me a bottle, I hand you a test tube, except for the crackling sound of burning and the sound of the collision of utensils, Jacques and Fat Orange do not need to communicate verbally, they are completely immersed in their work.

"Knock knock!"

Lily opened the door, and the smell of the room made her take a step back, and she quickly controlled the wind to expel the dirty air from the room before she entered the room.

Placing the multi-layered storage box in her hand on the table, Lily looked at the unkempt man and the cat, angry and funny: "I should really bring a mirror so that you can see what you look like."

Fat orange, how did your paws turn blue?

This was the last Alien Beast Spirit Plant material that could be collected in the city, and after the accident, Fabian couldn't even receive the raw materials at double the price.

Marianne's supplies haven't arrived yet, and I can only give half of your output today to the moose, and leave half in case you can't do anything tomorrow, and the moose won't be without breakthrough potions in their hands. ”

Jacques put down his work, walked around the table, and stepped forward to pick Lily up and kiss her the cheek.

Lily easily broke free, and when she saw that there was an extra black handprint on her skirt, she was so angry that she immediately gave Jacques a brain breakdown, and then said: "It's quiet today, and the people in the city really don't dare to go out of the city gate again, and the only problem now is that Marianne's supplies are not available, and the second phase of work cannot be carried out." ”

Jacques thought for a moment and said, "Martin can appear in advance, so that our great explorers and the upper class society in the city have more time to communicate."

It's time to put Martin's acting skills to the test. ”

Lily asked expectantly, "Is there really nothing about the ruins of the Beastmaster that the lake god said?"

Jacques said, "The lake gods have been swept away, and all the useful things must have been taken." If you really want to go and see it, I'll tell Fabian in my letter today, and ask him and Martin to arrange for us to join the team. ”

Fat Orange opened the multi-layered storage box, checked the various materials one by one, and then mewed at Jacques a few times.

Jacques said apologetically to Lily, "Honey, I'm going to work, Boss Fat Orange is calling for work." These materials, plus some of the rest we had before, can make about twenty or so bottles of potion, or you can divide it into three days for the moose.

Marianne won't be able to raise weapons and equipment quickly, it's normal to delay for a few days, I should have her send them in batches, so that the supply of alien beast spirit plant materials will not be cut off. ”

......

The mansion of the Great Chief, which had been deserted for a day, suddenly became very lively.

The terrified servants had seen many of the great men of Zidilan City, and although they usually visited the Grand Chief's house occasionally, it was the first time that they had appeared so neatly at the same time.

The large dining room, which was temporarily used as a council chamber, was noisy, and it was not the Grand Chief Frol who sat at the top, but a bald, red-bearded man who looked to be fifty or sixty years old.

"Ahem!" the red-bearded man at the top of the voice sounded, and the room was still filled with debate and bickering.

Seeing the red-bearded man's displeasure, Flor banged the table and shouted, "Quiet! Quiet! Elder Bull has something to say!"

The room gradually calmed down, and the brute bull with a red beard said slowly: "Okay, today we are gathering thirteen grandmasters from nine families, not to blame each other, nor to earn anyone's cub to become the next big chief, and now that it's like this, you still earn a fart."

Now that everything has happened and people have died, the emperor knows that the situation here is only a matter of time, so he will solve the first problem first: how can we prevent the anger of the empire from affecting the nine of us.

Also, Blood Moon, I know that your grandson and Blue Feather's son fought a dragon sword duel for the next Warrior Challenge.

Now that the result of the Dragon Sword Duel has come out, it has been approved by the Lake God, and you can't not cooperate with the collective action of the Nine Families because of this!

I heard you just now, split, we're all finished! I need you to unite at this time! You know what? Unity! Just like your fearful legions, unity can defeat all enemies!"

Froll said: "Elder Brute, can't we suppress the rebellion ourselves? Those clay legs are only a few plasticizers to take the lead, and our thirteen elders, as long as one or two go to eradicate the first evil, the other rebels will naturally surrender." ”

Elder Blue Feather interjected, "Froll, you didn't enter the Grandmaster, so you didn't hear the oracle of the Lake God. If your grandfather Glory Wolf and your father knew that their children and grandchildren were not as good as the next generation, and now they don't even have a grandmaster, would they want to come back from the world of the dead and smoke you. ”

As a faction with Flor, the Blood Moon Elder immediately retorted, "Blue Feather, what are you talking nonsense at this time? You can guarantee that your girl-like son will become a grandmaster, I'm afraid he's going to become the weakest warrior in the years, right?"

The wild bull was angry, and the sound shook the four wilds: "Shut up!"

"Don't make any noise, do you have to beat you?" the room fell silent.

Manniu continued: "None of our thirteen grandmasters can make a move, this is our promise to the lake god, the sacrifice of that day, the lake god made us promise to treat everyone kindly, I think it should be the prayer of those poor ghosts to let the lake god know."

I'm not sure if the lake god is back enough to show up, but she must have recovered a lot, and this is the first time I've asked for such specificity since I became the Great Chief.

Last time it was she who made us surrender to the Empire.

I have thought about it carefully, if we take action to suppress it, the contradiction between the tax collectors of the empire and those poor ghosts will become a contradiction between our nine families and the poor ghosts.

Flore's proposal was a good one, and we sent a team to York City to report on the situation here, and to take the responsibility of the nine of us off.

I think it's good for the kid to let Sandra go with him, they are all familiar with the way the Empire speaks and does things, and they can mediate between them, so that the Empire can send people to suppress these rebels, and we don't want us to dirty our hands ourselves. ”

The discussion continued, and the elders expressed their opinions, and generally supported the opinion of the former Great Chief.

Self, the son of the Great Chief, hurried into the room and whispered to the Great Chief.

Seeing the Great Chief Froll's brows furrowed, Elder Manniu asked, "Little one, what's wrong?

Self said politely: "Grandpa Bull, the rebels seem to be scattered, and it is not their business. Just now an Imperial man came and said he wanted to see the Nevsky tax officer, and I told him about the situation, and he now asked to see my father. By the way, he said that he was an explorer and the grandson of the Count of Bocelli, named Serge Bocelli. ”

"Oh, the Imperial, or the grandson of a great nobleman, what is he looking for Nevsky?"

"Grandpa Manniu, he didn't say anything, why don't I invite him here?"

"Go, invite him to come, we need the support and help of some of the great nobles of the empire at this time. ”

......

After a short time, a handsome and dashing young man dressed up walked in, took off his hat and saluted, and said: "Serge Bocelli, I have met the chief and the elders, and I have just heard what happened to Nevsky, my old friend, and I am deeply sorry for him. ”

At this time, if the innkeeper Wandering Iron Fist saw the earl's grandson, he must have felt déjà vu, and perhaps a pat on the thigh would say, "Isn't this the Jacques boy's subordinate?"

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