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"Abel's correspondence?" Hearing the little girl's voice, Urs and Thea turned their heads in unison, and saw that the latter was holding a crystal ball prop that reflected slightly in the sunlight with his hands folded and looking at him.

The orb prop in the appearance of the divination crystal ball is another new invention that Belelis has successfully concocted in a few months in addition to the prototype of the magic channel, it is a magical communication tool she made with the help of Abel and Zeken, and there are currently only two pairs in total, one is carried by her, and the other is given to Abel who remains in the underworld, so that the two sides can communicate when necessary.

Belelis' Magic Crystal Ball can only perform one voice-only communication effect per day. She had now woken up from her sleep, sitting with her back to the railing, the orb in her hand humming in the morning light, and the humming whisper soon turned into another cacophony of sounds.

Boom Boom ......

"Hello? Little girl, can you hear me? ”

"Your Royal Highness!" Immediately Berelith heard the voice on the other end of the crystal ball, "I can hear you, Your Highness the Prince!" Of course I can hear you! ”

Her mood was filled with excitement, and the excitement was filled with the joy and joy of an inventor hearing firsthand that his creation was working without hindrance.

"How are you now, Your Highness the Prince? Mr. Abel, Sister Crow, and Mr. Stonefist are all right? After the excitement, the lively and excited dwarf girl came back to her senses and hurriedly went to the other side of the communication prop with joy to make a basic greeting.

Her voice fell, and the other side of the crystal ball was silent for two seconds, and then switched to another person's voice and replied calmly: "Please rest assured, future Miss Archmage, the current situation in Palomet City is normal. ”

The voice that was so calm that you could barely hear the emotional fluctuations belonged to the mechanical mage of the Thorn Squad.

"Mr. Abel?" When Bellis's voice caught the attention of Urs and Thea, Dorothy woke up from the side of the car, rubbed her eyes, and sat up sideways.

Abel's voice paused in everyone's ears, and after another second or two, it continued to come out of the crystal ball in the little girl's palm: "Good morning, Miss Dorothy." Although the sun cannot be seen in the caverns underground, when I hear your voices, I can imagine the flowers and plants on the surface bathed in the glow of the rising sun, the bright earth like a mirror-like lake reflecting the shadows of the branches, and the wind blowing in the distant mountains......"

"Meow! Stop, Abel, stop! I found out you don't know how to read poetry at all! Before the agency could finish speaking, a black cat demon pet named Soros suddenly interjected with a cat's accent and a dissatisfied tone, "You iron-headed nerd, look what you read these verses like?" How about squeaking a little like a third-rate rat actor, okay? Are you a robot? ”

"I'm a robot. Strictly speaking, it's an agency person. Abel's voice replied as a matter of course, "What are the other third-rate rat actors?" Can rats also perform opera? ”

"Otherwise, what do you think the great Lord Soros relied on to cultivate artistic sentiments? A great cat not only catches mice, but also teaches mice to sing little songs to themselves! ”

"Well, then let me think about how I can read this psalm with emotion......"

"Hey, wait, Abel, Soros, you guys say the poem?" Koto's voice seemed to be stunned for a moment, and he suddenly interjected to ask, exclaiming after a few seconds, "Oh my God, Daddy Oradin bless!" How do I feel that the notes on this piece of paper were left by the poetess? ”

"Poetess? That second lady of Zelgon, you say? Well, considering that this iron-headed nerd wants to gain human emotion, I have to find some materials to train it in this area, so I did steal it from the bedroom of the second lady last night... Oh no, borrow! I just borrowed this manuscript and returned it to her when I ran out! ”

"Oh, Mother of the Hearth, swear by what we know about the poetess, you clever little kitten, if our Miss Poet knows that you have stolen her manuscript, you must be careful not to be thrown into a dog cage and locked up for three days and three nights!"

"Huh? What the?! She couldn't bear to throw a cute kitten into a dog cage and lock it up for three days and three nights? Is it so stingy?! ”

"Who told you not only to steal other people's things, but also to take care of the second lady called Zelgon? Don't you know that she hates her family? ”

"Uh...... Well, don't worry, the great Lord Soros is not afraid of dogs, unless she has the ability to ask the devil to borrow a three-headed Cerberus! ”

"A Cerberus with three heads? What's that? Haven't you seen it, are there any sled dogs on our plateau? ”

"Huh? You still have sled dogs on the plateau?! ”

"Of course, you ignorant little black cat! Hey, let the dwarves tell the story of the little ones, they have a thick layer of very hardy black and white fur, they are lively and cunning, they are strong haulers when they jump into the snow, and they are as unambiguous as axes to chop wood—"

"Ahem!"

In a cold moment, Urs deliberately raised his voice and cleared his throat, and while paying attention to the driving and looking at the road, he forcibly cut off this funny noise with a little nerve-wracking, and said to you......

Ah, forget it.

While this non-nutritious content is obviously not the point of the conversation, it's not a bad thing for friends to get along well.

It's just that next—

"Talk about the point, friends, point. Koto, Abel, and Soros, report to us on the situation on your side, what recent events are worth paying attention to, and what you want to reach out to us this time. He craned his neck, clearing his near-messed up thoughts, and then continued to the underworld on the other side of the crystal ball.

The voices of the dwarves, the organisers, and the black cats paused, and it seemed that they had all listened to the young man's proposal, and then the organ-man mage's trademark calm voice responded: "Well, the purpose of this contact is that we have three important things to report to you......

"First of all, the first thing is the training process of the gnome recruits - according to the training results from a few months ago to the present, the number of underground gnome citizens in Palomit City with the minimum standard combat ability is about two thousand, all of them are adult males according to the age of the dwarf race, and the tactical literacy and military discipline can only adapt to the superior situation and the level of fighting to hunt ordinary monsters out of the city."

"You can only adapt to ......the battle of the advantageous situation and the level of hunting ordinary monsters out of the city," Urs raised his hand and pinched his chin as he listened to the words coming from the crystal ball, "In other words, the new army of two thousand dwarves can't fight a tough battle for the time being?" ”

"The inevitable conclusion, Captain. The two grey dwarf officers, represented by Larsen and Holdheck, who were mainly responsible for developing their daily training plans, also agreed that their comprehensive combat level was still a long way from going to the battlefield, and if the commander leading them did not want their own battle line to collapse at the touch of a button, or to destroy the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800. Abel's voice agreed on the other side of the crystal ball, "For this reason, we have rejected Mayor Moredi's proposal to reinforce you in the war, eager to repay the favor. ”

"Your veto is reasonable. In other words, I don't want those little guys to come to death in vain before they even practice the basic skills. Urs nodded, knowing that the underground gnomes in the city of Palomet were undoubtedly killing themselves against the regular army of Byron Tas, "And what about the second thing, Abel?" ”

"Second thing......"

"The second thing is my personal idea of the environment around the city of Palomide."

Abel's voice was abruptly cut off by another hoarse interjection.

Urs heard the familiar female voice from the crystal ball that Bellingis held in her hand, a hoarse voice, a tone that was always full of confidence and haughtyness, plus what sounded like the movement of the door opening and a burst of footsteps from far to near—

"Yo, Soros, I was wondering what magic caused my poems to grow wings and fly away, but I didn't expect you and your mage master to visit my bedroom?"

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