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Unfortunately, Andris and Bethel are not high at the moment, and no matter how they are calculated, the two families together still can't compare with a serious state machine, and they can't compete with Sunderland, in fact, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

But the problem is not that people are embarrassed, the problem is that people are ready to fight a painful battle, open up their territory, crush the combat power of other countries, and add experience points to their own troops, which is not a shameful problem.

"What are we up against?"

Kahlil asked, holding a bite of bread in her hand, one of the sharp corners of which was stuck in the corn chowder.

"A group of heavily armored knights."

Angus replied, he was saying with a half-joking attitude, and the other half of the joke was really a bit of helplessness to break the jar.

"What do we have"

Kahlil asked again, the bread slices soaked in the soup and soaked it up.

"A Farmer with Nothing"

Angus replied.

Actually, this is a bit pessimistic...... If you have something to say...... Probably a farmer with two brushes, well.

"What's so scary about that, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes."

Kahlil shoved the whole slice of brusches into her mouth and licked the tips of her fingers that had been stained with the soup.

This sentence sounds a little strange when translated, and although it doesn't convey the original meaning well, no one really cares about it.

"So how can the farmer possibly defeat that group of heavily armored knights?"

Karil ate the bread and looked at Angus with a smiling expression, the aura conveyed by this look made Angus feel like he was being targeted by a fox.

Actually, it's basically true......

"Manpower, weapons, helpers," Angus replied very cooperatively: "Either the farmer himself is good enough to win a group of heavily armored knights, or the farmer has a powerful weapon and can defeat a group of heavily armored knights, or the farmer has a group of powerful helpers and can win a group of heavy knights." ”

Tut......

Karil pouted.

"It sounds obviously impossible."

"Of course, no matter which one is satisfied, the farmer will not be able to be alone until now." Angus said.

While talking, Morton watched his daughter and Angus talk casually, as if he had nothing at all, and at the same time he ate his breakfast slowly, fully allowing his taste buds to enjoy the taste of the food.

"So, is it possible to get the heavily armored knights not to attack the farmer?"

Kahlil asked.

"At the moment, it's impossible. The Heavy Knight wants everything, and he won't leave the farmer alone," Angus vetoed.

"So, let the farmer be one of the Heavy Knights?"

Kahlil asked again.

"Still impossible, the heavily armored knights will not accept a sheep into their ranks, they will only laugh at the weakness of the sheep, then shear the wool, drink its blood, eat its flesh, and throw the bones on the ground like garbage."

Angus frowned and replied, he felt that this description was a little too much after he finished speaking, and even when he finished speaking, he felt a little wrong, and he always unconsciously thought of something from the soup and black tea.

"So, there's nothing else to do but let the farmer defeat the heavily armored knight?"

Karil shook her head slightly.

In fact, she wanted to shake her ears now, but she didn't have the pair of spiky big fox ears on her head now, so she could only retreat and shake her head.

"Yes, if it's possible to win."

Angus nodded and said, he really expected Morton or Carlil to have some way to return to heaven, intellectually this was the last bit of hope that Angus estimated in his heart.

"Farmer, are you strong, are you strong, do you know swordsmanship, do you know magic, do you have the ability to fight?"

Carlil asked, and as she was about to put a slice of bread in her mouth, she didn't face Angus, but said so loudly, as if facing someone who didn't exist in the empty spot.

"No, although he is strong, he is not strong, although he is strong, he does not know swordsmanship, although he is not dull, but he does not know magic." Angus replied that he had already had some glimpse of Carlil's words, and this singing and harmony was a bit like playing some kind of script, and Carlil picked a head, and Angus began to continue to echo this logical beginning.

"So, can you make the farmer strong before the heavily armored knight swings his sword?" Kahlil had bread in her mouth and stared at Angus with a slanted gaze.

"No ......"

"Yes!"

A powerful voice interrupted Angus's negative remarks, and he and Carlil looked at the person who said it, that is, Moulton, who had been watching for a while.

"Very well......," Karil smiled, "well, it wasn't that bad. ”

"We have the strength to make the farmer strong quickly, not enough to compete with the heavily armored knights, but far stronger than the ones we have so far." Morton chuckled and joined in with great interest in the small, farce that Caryl had provoked.

"It is possible that we will be able to get the support of the Skaloa National Legion, but there are people who are unwilling to hand over the army, and it cannot directly become a resistance force."

Angus added, and when Morton interjected, he understood what Morton was referring to, but although there were some soldiers who could fight, they were not theirs, and they could be seen and could not be used.

"Can the farmer, then, have his sword? Can there be a blade strong enough to cut off the dragon? Can there be a scepter that burns the sky? Carlil said as if she was addicted, using some long, unintentional sentences that she didn't usually like, they didn't make the conversation more efficient at all, which was never Carlil's preference.

"At this moment, it's too late, already"

Angus shook his head slightly, this point is not a day's cold, and it is not easy to suddenly become stronger.

"No, the same question, I want to use it to ask you, not for you to ask us."

Morton looked at his daughter and said with an unpredictable look.

"Haha......"

Kahlil then chuckled as if Morton had just said something funny. The voice was incredibly relaxed, as if everything was fine.

"Since you've asked so, then okay......" Kahlil casually stirred the spoon in the coffee cup at a uniform speed, slightly bowing her head and scanning back and forth between Angus and Moulton, "I have the skill of forging swords, I have the ability to forge divine soldiers, I need the time to make them, as well as the materials and tools to make them, what I can provide to the farmer will be a sharp blade that can cut through the sky." ”

Natalia. Weta's skills are not for fun!

Even if Sunderland's current level is nothing more than what Raymond brought over at the beginning, it is not at all the highest level of the entire Natalia workshop.

And who is in the hands of these skills in the end, of course, Natalia. Weta herself, now Karil. Andris.

As long as she was given materials and time, she was confident that she could make a weapon that could destroy Sunderland.

Cough...... Okay, it's very powerful, but it's not easy to implement, now, Kahlil is a little too involved in the play, a little bit of a second disease attack, I always feel that I can brag at this time, at least I can't fall behind, otherwise it will be too weak.

Morton looked at Carlil without saying a word, and looked at Karil a little hairy, and then she felt as if she had gone too far, and it seemed that she was not in line with Carlil's original appearance, and it seemed that these skills could not appear suddenly overnight.

Even if you have the ability to learn, you have to have such a powerful person who is willing to teach.

But fortunately, at this juncture, Morton didn't seem to be going to say anything more, and he suddenly laughed, which felt a little "worthy of being my daughter", which made Carlil a little more relieved.

As for the true meaning of this smile, which layer of meaning it refers to, probably only Moulton himself knows.

"Alright, then, does the farmer have his helper?"

Kahlil continued.

At this moment, Angus stopped talking, he felt that according to the rhythm of this story, he would definitely be doing a momentum to pave the way for Moulton, so it was better not to say it, and wait to see what the father and daughter sang.

"Yes, that's not what you brought here."

Morton smiled and said in a tone that was much kinder than before, as if he were really just Karil's father, and it didn't mean anything else.

The helper that Kahlil brought, of course!

"An assassin who can take human heads, a priest who surrounds the Light," Morton said leisurely, "I'm sure they'll gladly accept the dagger hidden under their robes, right......"

"Of course ......"

Karil replied as a matter of course.

If not, what will the League of Assassins and the Church of Light follow?

It's just going to fight!!

"So the last question"

Angus said, and at this point he finally wanted to say the last and most important question on his mind.

"What's the problem."

Karil replied.

"We may all have strength, weapons, and helpers, but we all have people who want to stop us and not allow the farmer to gain his power, so what should we do?"

Angus asked with a twinkle in his eyes, as if he already knew what he knew.

"This is easy," said Karil, "and whoever tries to stop him, let him be killed, and pierce his heart with a dagger, and slit his throat with a sword, and if he does not do so, he will die, and no one can stop the farmer from fighting." ”

Kill him? What a great idea......

Angus and Morton looked at each other, and the three of them smiled evilly in unison, and then pretended as if nothing had happened, and continued to eat their usual breakfast, only slightly more this time. (To be continued.) )