The Funeral of the Supreme is still alive, which is somewhat surprising to Green.

Historians say that the Middle Ages was an era full of wars and ruins, especially in the period of hegemony of the hundred races, every day there are powerful people or forces rising, but in just a few hours, more people and forces will fall, although the Supreme Funeral Society has a wide range of believers and even has a great background of Wang Guowei, the opposition of the attribute camp is destined to be destroyed.

But now it turns out that not only has it not been destroyed, but it has even spread its minions to the kingdom of Rodland.

"What kind of figure is hidden behind the funeral party......

Green sat at the wooden table, frowning in thought.

The little fox may have been captured only because of its rarity, but only the Supreme Funeral Society, the necromancer force that captured and sealed the Patronus Priestess in the story that unfolded in the inexplicable memory, it is difficult for Green not to think of this old entanglement. From the underground canal of Idaria, he had already sensed the peculiarity of the little fox, and as the events continued to develop over time, Green had a vague sense that the little fox was the white guardian beast. Originally, as long as he found the crucial evidence, Mount Mistir in the memory of the trial, Green could judge his guess, but now the actions of the Supreme Funeral Ceremony seem to have proved it.

Is that you?

The worry in Green's heart unconsciously increased a little more expectation.

In any case, he must recover the little fox, and the funeral party will obviously not be given away. There may be no hatred between the two sides, but the huge difference in interests alone is enough to break up any form of negotiation between the two sides.

At this time, the innkeeper who had left to look for Beard finally returned, and the dwarf gasped and appeared at the door of Green's room. Wildling's operations are limited to some of the most famous large cities in the country. The royal city of Mierte is equivalent to his base, there are few people in all walks of life who have not dealt with him, and it didn't take long for the innkeeper to contact Beard, and when he told him that the person looking for Beard was Grimm, the dwarf just wiped his beard and threw down the "dinner" at hand, and followed the fat boss to the hotel.

"Sorry to call you at this time. The matter is very urgent. Green got up and welcomed Beard in, he had suppressed his worries as much as he could, and kept himself calm enough, but it was clear that he was not in the mood to learn Beard's language of communication.

The dwarf pulled his beard from static electricity and snorted casually.

"Beard, I want to know the news of the Supreme Ode funeral."

"The Supreme Ode Funeral? Hell, that's a bunch of perverts who married skeleton specimens, what do you ask them for? ”

Green's straightforward opening surprised Beard a little, and he didn't see him for a few days. His usual way of speaking was back to speaking.

"I have something to talk to them about." Green replied with a blank face, as if nothing had happened, "I know you can find them." ”

"Okay, okay, you're the boss, you're the boss, unlucky......" Beard muttered, moving his little short legs to the table, hesitating for a moment, and writing down two addresses on a piece of paper. Then handed it to Green, "Those quirky guys are gathered in the north. It's not a few steps away from the 'Shining City', and there is only one stronghold in the warehouse on this side of the city, and Beard tells you, you can pick the one that looks pleasing to the eye. ”

Green glanced at the addresses, which were inside the city of Mierte and the north outside the city, and knew in his heart that the city of Twinkle was probably the name of the Savage Bilder to the glorious city of Mierte. The funeral party first needs to confirm the identity of the little fox. Then it must still be in the city of Myrt, that is, the stronghold near the warehouse, where it is better to rescue the little fox than to go to the headquarters of the funeral society. The question is, how to save it?

Frontal raid? Thinking of not thinking about it, this thought made Green can't help but pat his cheek. Recent battles have allowed him to comprehend the mysteries of awakening. It doesn't mean that he is already a master, a master, a master, a master, a master, a female knight who knows the identities of both parties and releases water to a large extent, he will be disgraced, Green does not think that a huge funeral party, even the slightest possibility of being forcibly broken through by himself.

If you can't storm it, then you can only do it according to the old rules - infiltrate.

While still following miracles, in order to increase the player's deep understanding of the adaptability of each class, the Zuò team set up a series of strange small tasks with low difficulty but obvious targets at the beginning of the game, such as infiltrating the rescue or assisting the low-level NPC mage in casting spells. In order to choose the most suitable profession for him, Green has also admired many such characters, and the most bizarre of them is probably the strange experience of being crushed under him by a drunken troll. All in all, the experiential nature of these missions may not be as obvious as the group might have liked, but on the other hand, players have been inspired to come up with a variety of solutions to the increasingly difficult missions in the future, and the one with the highest attendance rate is, of course, the ability to guarantee a largely undamaged stealth operation.

So the question arises.

A sneaky wizarding force like the Funeral Society is obviously in the Nightingale genre, and it may take a long time for a single entry point. Coincidentally, Green is not a professional thief at all, and if he wants to infiltrate the Supreme Funeral, he needs at least a breakthrough.

"Do you know how many entrances there are to the stronghold in the Funeral Society? Any entry and exit point counts. Green looked up at Beard, hoping that the dwarf, who had a large part of the intelligence in his business, would give an accurate answer.

Bilder really didn't disappoint him: "Three! Beard patted his ass and assured that no one knew this better than me! ”

Green's eyes lit up, "Besides the main entrance, where are the other two?" ”

"There's a back door in the alley over there, and there's a stinking ditch for garbage, oh, you wouldn't want to go there, Weld swears, it stinks worse than Fellon's!" Beard jumped up on the chair and rubbed his ass again after sitting down, "You want to go in?" Beard advises you not to get your hopes up! Whether it's the front door or the back door, the funeral party is guarded by a large group of weirdos with burning sticks, as for the stinky ditch? Hahaha, you might as well try it, maybe because you're so stinky, the necrophiles guarding the passage below can't help but let you go. Hahaha......"

The wild man slapped the table and laughed, but Green's face was a little gloomy. The strict guards of the funeral party made it difficult for him to carry out stealth, after all, he had only learned stealth skills in Charcha Harbor, even if due to the system, he dared to guarantee that he had reached the peak of the first-level stealth skills, but even if he practiced elementary school addition and subtraction to hundreds of digits and seconds to sum and find differences. Isn't it a dry stare when you encounter a multivariate equation of trigonometric functions?

As for throwing the remaining focus on stealth skills......

Green grinded his teeth, which was a bit too wasteful, so it was better to throw it directly at the attributes. He didn't intend to do so as a last resort.

"Is there any possibility that I will be able to enter the stronghold of the Funeral Society?" Green couldn't help but ask, hoping that Beard would have some way, "Even if it's just the outer area." ”

But this time, the requirements were obviously beyond Beard's ability.

"Dealing with the Funeral Society? What the hell are you kidding, Bilder would rather go and talk to the stupid and greedy human 'brainstorm'! The laughter on his face froze. Beard muttered, and when he saw Green's expression, he scratched his messy hair in annoyance, "...... Bilder hates the necrophiles and doesn't have much friendship with them, but Bild has heard that they have been trying to get into Milt's government circles, and if you can find a more advanced 'brainstorm', you may be able to follow them. ”

The Supreme Funeral Society wants to unite with the Kingdom of Rhodeland? Green wasn't surprised. During the second stage of the trial, the funeral will show its attachment to the kingdom's forces. Now it's just a change of owner, but it's understandable.

But then again, if you need to rely on the power of the official, it seems that it is not easy. Perhaps at first they could not find the connection between the little fox and the guardian beast, but after a long time, the funeral society will definitely be able to discover the value of the little fox. At that time, regardless of whether they transport the little fox to the headquarters or not, the vigilance and guard level will increase significantly, and there is almost no possibility of retaking the little fox with their own strength. Even if the great god of Longano is possessed, and Green invites the king to come forward, I am afraid that he will not be able to make the Supreme Funeral Society change his mind.

But the bad thing. The time left for Green was not enough for him to hire someone of sufficient weight.

Minor nobles such as the Baron and Viscount are insignificant, and forces such as the Supreme Funeral Society that believe in the kings of the Golden Crown, I am afraid that they must at least have a noble title at the level of a marquis to be treated positively. Mrak's status is only an earl, although the patriarch of his family is a grand duke, but unfortunately he is only a young son, and he cannot act on behalf of the family without authorization, and the non-heir blood of such a large aristocratic family may be nothing more than a vulgar in the eyes of forces such as the Funeral Society.

Green held his forehead, anxious in his heart. Looking at the whole of Rodland, is there no nobleman who can not only deal with it, but also be invited by him?

But then, a flower pattern flashed through Green's mind.

Wait, there's one more person, the portion is enough and it is possible to be convinced!

Green's eyes widened, this was his only chance!

"Very well, Bilder, I'll thank you when it's over." Green quickly got up, pulled up his coat and strode out.

"What? Isn't it now? What's so urgent, Beard has been dragged and hasn't fed his belly yet! Human imp, aren't you going to treat Beard to a meal!? The dwarf was stunned by Grimm, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help jumping out of his chair and making a loud noise, but Grimm's figure had disappeared in the doorway.

"W-This is going to fuck off?" Bilder looked dumbfounded. I rushed over in a hurry, and this kid actually just asked for an address and then ran away? What does this damn kid think of Bilder!?

The more Beard thought about it, the more angry he became, and he walked around the house several times, and after thinking about it, he simply ran downstairs to find the innkeeper to get a meal, and then feasted on a large meal, and finally recorded it all in Green's account. But it didn't cost money to eat, Beard couldn't hold his mouth a little, and nearly half a barrel of ale wine was in his stomach, and Beard couldn't help but be a little drunk and wanted to go crazy, but before he could swear and scold, a sudden burst of breath blew behind him, knocking Beard to a stagger.

“***！ What kind of bastard is it......"

"Ah, sorry sorry, anchor deviation."

The unique light of the dimensional gate flashed, and the black wizard holding the shepherd's staff suddenly appeared in the front hall of the hotel with a harmless smile on his face.

"Huh? A henchman of a human imp? Where were you hiding...... Hell, mage. Beard burped in horror and looked stunned, then reacted to his stupid question and slapped himself in the face.

"Dear Mr. Beard, have you come to find Your Highness?" Albert looked around, but found no trace of Green, so he asked with a habitual smile, "It seems that you have already communicated with Your Highness, I wonder what you said?" ”

Beard obviously didn't like the Dark Wizard's politeness, but out of fear of the mage, Bilder repeated the previous conversation, and despite stumbling a little due to drunkenness, Albert understood it well.

“…… I see, thank you for telling me the truth. Albert bowed slightly, but he was a little anxious. Obviously, Green had made up his mind to infiltrate alone, and there was no room for change in the decision of the Son of Uniform. He had to admit that he couldn't help himself in infiltrating this matter, and the only Delga who could help Green was still on his way back to Kinglunga, but he had another way to help.

In the trial space, the cooperation with the lich is already underway, and the specific operation has been taken over by the reviewer, and the reason why Albert will get out of the way is that the question between him and the phantom about the third stage of the trial has been exchanged, and the reviewer phantom has agreed to Green's proposal. Al was originally happy and wanted to pass the news of the [Ao Star] to Green, but he didn't think about it but pounced.

Where will His Highness go?

Albert is not the roundworm in Green's stomach, of course he can't guess Green's destination, and he doesn't know what interference the psychic communication can't send out, and he can't contact Green at all, and the only way to do it is to search for Green by manpower. He immediately sent the information to Sir Mrak's contacts in the form of a spell, but he still didn't feel at ease after thinking about it, although Sir Mrak was reliable, he was only a young son after all, and it would undoubtedly take a long time to convince the family to use the power in the royal city to search for Grimm.

Who else can help?

Albert thought so, and a figure quickly appeared in his mind, and as soon as this thought appeared, it immediately lingered in Al's mind, and finally he had to admit that this was indeed an excellent candidate, so Hu Cong mage gritted his teeth and resolutely rushed to the person's location. After ten minutes of travel, the young mage quickly arrived at his destination.

If Your Highness knew that I did it, he would definitely kill me!

With this in mind, Albert walked into the imposing hall and saw at a glance the personnel who were dealing with foreign affairs, and hurried over with a shepherd's staff.

"Hello, how can I help?" The other party received Al very politely.

But the Black Wizard looked as sad as if he was dying.

"Yes, I'm looking for someone."

He paused, feeling as if His Highness's gaze had fallen on him through space, and Albert felt like a mourner at the thought of the punishment he might receive for it.

But at this moment, several figures walked down the stairs on the side, and the mage subconsciously raised his head, and his face changed suddenly.

"Exactly, I'm looking for ...... She. (To be continued......)

PS: Shells are back! ~(≧▽≦)/~