He quickly adapted to the intelligence from hell.

After his optimization and re-arrangement, the group seemed to have some surplus to carry. Of course, in fact, this surplus does not exist, everyone still has something to bring to meet their personal needs, and the weight will always be filled.

"Set up two supply points, and if Giles comes back early, we can help replenish them, so that our pressure can be reduced a lot. Do you think there are any more problems?"

Trasden shook his head. He witnessed the composition and implementation of the entire optimization algorithm and knew that he could not give any advice. Of course, he could say that some of the "weights" could be improved, and some of the "data" were not perfect...... But these only make the results more precise, not more "correct". What they were looking for was a credible, measurable estimate, not a precise prediction of everything in the coming month.

"Renault, I...... Is this what Lord Snowy Owl said, the power of numbers?"

"Of course not, numbers don't have power, thinking does. Renault took his eyes off the list and glanced through the large storage room shared between the kitchen and the miscellaneous items. "Turasden, what other good things do we have here? Go out for a month at once, and you have to find some fun to relax. ”

"There was a lot of wine, some of which were good for ageing—all of which had been given to Lord Snowy Owl in the past, but when he was completely deaf and afraid that drinking would affect his eyes again, he almost gave up. ”

Renault shook his head. His soul doesn't taste wine, he doesn't drink much pleasure, and his body used to be tossed with alchemical potions, and when he drank it, he felt like he was drinking medicine—many alchemical potions use wine as a solvent, and the smell will not go away.

"We still have a few bottles of honey here, which is a good thing, as long as the lid is closed, they won't go bad for decades. Turasden counted the treasures and told him about a dozen things that had been treasured here but that Renault had not yet known.

"What's in the box over there? There's a lot of ash on it, I think it's been a lot of years, right?"

"Oh, there's no food in there. There have been a few years when a lot of berserk bears have suddenly appeared in the Sunset Mountains, with strong attacks and very intelligence, causing a lot of threat. The stuff in there is for catching bears. Turasden scratched his head: "Later, after everyone's efforts, the number of berserk bears dropped sharply, and those specially built things were useless. Lord Snowy Owl said that if you need to build equipment in the future, you will melt those things to use. ”

"Bear catchers? Unfortunately, not griffins. Bears can't ......fly," Renault said with pity, but his footsteps moved anyway.

"Renault. Turasden suddenly stopped him: "I'll go and prepare things according to the blackboard list, you can walk around here yourself, just don't break the jar." Also, you take something and write it down, and I'll make a statistic at the end. ”

"Okay, okay, no problem. Renault waved his hand: "I don't have anything else to do, let's see you tomorrow morning?"

Bane nodded, and the two of them went their separate ways.

The Ice Peak Fortress is perched on a mountain cliff, with mountains to the west and low hills and plains to the west, so the night is always early and the morning is punctual. As the orange-yellow sunlight shot out from the edge of the horizon, piercing the gray-black clouds, the group of five and two horses was ready to go.

"Reno, didn't you make an appointment with the Paladin, when will she come?" Tron breathed hard into the cold morning air, as if this would calm his restless mood a little. Then, he asked himself: "Paladins can't lie, she must have been delayed by something......"

Renault was silent, then yawned heavily.

"Renault, your face is so bad, the dark circles under your eyes look like you've been punched. Didn't you sleep last night? Too nervous?"

"Do you talk a lot when you're nervous?" said Renault. He was tired, but he had a confidence that Tron couldn't understand. "I had been meditating on the top of the tower last night, thinking about the task, and I ended up getting so engrossed that I didn't sleep all night. It's definitely not tension, it's ...... Focus!"

"Okay. Anyway, if you really start the mission, it won't be like this again. You have to get back from a break, because each of us has a role to play. Tron looked at the silent Kellet, and then said, "At most, when the sun is completely above the ground, we must set off." ”

"Here, here, someone. Turasden said.

Rem Gary Quasi-Inspector, the man who could fool the number of words by writing his name, walked towards the rising sun.

Four of the five members of the "Griffon Hunting Group" snorted in unison, and only Turasden couldn't hold back and let out a little fart. For that, he felt sorry.

"I wish you all the best in your mission and a successful return. Rem yawned as she spoke, then inhaled the fresh breath of the morning deep into her lungs. "The temperature is starting to drop, have you all brought warm clothes?"

"Say something affordable. Kylie rubbed his nose with his left hand and then blew out an old booger on the ground. "When will the food for the winter in the Ice Peak Fortress be distributed?"

"Soon, soon, when you come back with the griffin's head, you'll be able to send it down. Rem said with a smile that no one liked very much, "The fortress defense line of the church has been too calm in recent years, so it has suffered many misunderstandings. The eyes of the princes and nobles were like hungry wolves, and their minds were full of the conspiracy and fantasy of the church hoarding military power to kill them. So, we have to convince them with practical results, and the best way to do that is the monster's head. ”

"If you have a head, you will be rewarded, and if you don't have a head, you will be punished. Rem's gaze swept over everyone, then met Renault's, paused, and continued: "I'll give you an example: if someone is lazy during the mission, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests to waste time, and turning his duty into a walk, then this is a deception and blasphemy against the goddess. For such people, punishment must follow. ”。

Renaud looked at Rem and suddenly felt that he was very handsome, the kind of handsome person who was very angry after seeing him and wanted to break his nose to help him become a normal person again. He was tempted to put the ideas in his head into action, but he was afraid that he was no match for him in terms of force. Although he can definitely crush him in terms of intelligence and knowledge, there is no comparison! A person like Rem should only fight in the field he is familiar with, and will not accommodate others.

"Quasi-Inspector," said Kyle, licking between his teeth and rolling his eyes, with this almost inhuman expression, "please pray to the Goddess for us to find the griffin and kill him."