"Yes, Lord Kurshu, if only that man were really just an intelligence monger, but... Alas..."The sword ghost standing on the side looked at Kurxiu with a solemn face, and after saying a few words, he sighed deeply, as if his heart was a mess at the moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"yes... If it's really an intelligence dealer, at most, it will cause other mercenary groups to go to us to be cannon fodder in order to gain fame, which is not only harmless to us, but also can help us consume some of the physical strength of the white whale, but..."Kurxiu glanced at the sword ghost, and then continued, "As you said, Mr. Sword Ghost, how can a person who has the strength to be immune to the magic of Felix, a water archmage, and slip under your nose, be an intelligence dealer, I'm worried..."

"He's going to be our competitor's henchman."

The rival in Kursius's words is who else is the bloody duke Priscilla, who is on par with Kursius and is widely supported by conservative aristocrats.

And if that's the case, there's a good chance that things are going to go badly.

Of course, Priscilla couldn't use her strength to use her strength to be free cannon fodder for Kursiu to hunt some beluga whale.

Kursius fears that Priscilla, the scheming girl who was able to kill her duke's husband in an "accident" on her wedding day, will set up an ambush for herself when she sends all the elites to hunt Moby Dick, and if she is more vicious, she and her men will be attacked unexpectedly at the critical moment when they are about to hunt Moby Dick, making all their efforts come to naught, and even causing them to die at the hands of Moby Dick.

"In that case, we'll only have to send a small team to hunt the beluga whales, and preferably get to our destination before Priscilla's men arrive." Kursius rubbed her temples, a little distressed by the temporary change in her plans.

"That's all it can be." The sword ghost nodded, as if this was already the best way to go.

The Sword Ghost was not worried about the combat effectiveness of the Moby Dick Raid team, which would lose due to the reduction in the number of combatants. Because the main combatants in the plan are actually just their elites, those mercenary groups outside the manor are only responsible for logistics and harassment, without them, they can still crusade against the white whale, and even the battle will be faster because of the reduction of personnel.

Of course, the consequences of losing this large number of late-stage and harassing personnel are also very serious, which means that they must fight quickly, because without the containment of the mercenary group, they will not have time to recover when their physical strength is exhausted!

It was also because of this consideration that Kursius was distressed about his plan.

As for letting them abandon this Moby Dick crusade?

On the one hand, Kursiu's consistent arrogance made her unable to give up, and on the other hand, if Kursius gave up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hunt Moby Diva, I am afraid that the sword ghost who had been loyal to her after hunting Moby Dick would most likely leave her, which was unacceptable to Kurxiu.

"Okay, let Felix and the elites from the subhuman mercenary group come to the villa together, and we will leave the royal capital from the secret passage!"

...

"Ahh The ghostly laughter came from the sloth-cluded Priest's blood-gushing mouth, and even stranger than his laughter was his speeding forward posture.

The bruised Lazy Master huddled his knees in a twisted posture known as "sports sitting", and he held this position, throwing his body into the air with an invisible hand - like throwing a handball, throwing himself forward with a different hand relay, and approaching Gwen like a human cannonball.

Although the speed of the Lazy Priest was fast, in Gwen's eyes, his speed was nothing, and he felt that the only thing worthy of attention was the invisible hand of the Lazy Priest that might reduce the initial fire in his body.

Dodging the attack of the Lazy Priest with grace, Gwen did not feel any lighthearted.

Because Gwen's current situation is actually very bad, although in his eyes the lazy priest is extremely slow, but at this moment he is defenseless, he does not dare to casually do anything to the lazy priest with an invisible hand, and he does not dare to use the only spiral sword pinned to his waist - in case the first fire in the spiral sword will also be cut by the invisible hand, then he has no place to cry.

So, now Gwen thinks that what she should do is to find someone to take advantage of... No, even if it's something that can make a living, it's fine.

But looking around, there was nothing but a vast grassland, and there was nothing else, except...

"By the way, the tree!!" Gwen, who didn't have the ability to scribble into a sword, instantly seemed to be the only thing he could use as a weapon.

"Anyway, you will also have braids in the original book, it is better to..." Without any hesitation, Gwen, who had had had enough of dodging and dodging and dodging, turned into a streamer of light and swept towards the big tree that stood up to the sky.

"Little mouse, are you starting to run away?" Although the heart palpitations are the same as Gwen's strength, the lazy priest is also full of confidence in his own power, because this is the power given by the witch!

"That's not right! It's definitely not that simple! ”

The Lazy Priest writhed his head exaggeratedly, his head about to fall, and his sharp fingers stabbed into his eyes.

Feeling the stinging pain in his body that was more intense than the loss of his eyes, the lazy priest finally calmed down, and understood that the difference in strength between him and Gwen was not as small as he believed, and Gwen must have done this for a purpose!

"Whoosh!" The Lazy Priest followed Gwen's footsteps and sped toward the tree, trying to stop Gwen from doing anything.

...

"Is it finally here?"

When the lazy priest rushed to the bottom of the big tree, he only saw Gwen's figure sitting condescendingly on the branch and looking at him, although he couldn't see Gwen's face, but the lazy priest could still feel the confidence in Gwen's words.

"Is this where you chose to be buried?" Although he guessed in his heart that Ge Wen had definitely obtained something that could enhance his strength, but because of the face of his Witch Sect, it was not good for him to be lazy and inferior.

"Alas... Why do you say it so ugly? Come on, come on, and see what I have in store for you! As he spoke, Gwen patted the branch under him,

He looked up for a long time, thinking that Gwen had some powerful weapon against him, but until his eyes were dry, the lazy priest didn't see why.

"Could this guy be referring to the tree under him? Oh, is he going to use this tree to fight me? It's ridiculous..."At this moment, even the lazy priest like a madman felt that the person in front of him must have a funny brain, how could a huge tree fight with him...

"Scratch!"

Looking closely, it seems.... The slothful priest who raised his head looked at him a little... Sluggish?