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"Barrett, have you decided you want to use the scroll?" Kleimatisbot looked at the three corpses in front of him with some hesitation.

Faced with this situation, Barrett frowned a little: "I don't remember what restrictions the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and Commerce has in this kind of thing!" ”

"The problem is that if I use a scroll, I can only ask a maximum of three questions to a corpse. There is also the risk of being exempted from the residual consciousness on the corpse. "I wonder if we should transport these corpses back to Poitou and let the Earl find a special mage to take care of them." If I use the scroll here, whether it succeeds or not, these corpses won't be affected by spells like 'Dead Talk' for a week. ”

Just like the 'Dance of Tracks' before it, the vast majority of magic is limited, and 'Dead Talk' is no exception. First of all, as long as the corpse has already cast 'Dead Talk' in the past week, it will no longer be affected by similar spells. While creatures can be spoken to regardless of how long they have been dead, corpses need to be largely intact to respond. A damaged corpse may only give partial or partial correct answers, and it must have a mouth that can be used to speak⊕2.

To sum it up, it can be summed up in one sentence - a complete corpse that has not been affected by the same kind of spell in a short period of time can obtain the desired information through 'Dead Talk'. Kleimatisbot fears that his failure may lead to a significant delay in obtaining the right information. If you miss the best time to address the threat, you'll lose more than you gain.

"Is it true that the success rate of these corpses is that high?" Barrett crouched down and pressed the already stiff corpse a little carelessly. "These 'Savage Fists' are no ordinary warrior monks. They don't pay attention to spiritual cultivation. In terms of will immunity, it will definitely not be as high as a real warrior monk. What's more, these are just corpses in front of them. ”

"Although their willpower may not be very good. But I'm not sure what the strength of the reels really is? Clematisbot was still a little undecided.

The strength of a spell scroll is determined by the person who made it, and the stronger the maker (the associated cast attribute), the stronger the scroll will be, and the less likely it is that the recipient affected by the scroll will be successfully exempted. Unfortunately, most of the spells sold don't have a scroll that records the maker - this may be a self-protection measure for those who copy the scroll! However, it takes a certain amount of luck to use the scrolls in this way.

"If that's the case!" Barrett sighed, "Forget it, let's find a way to get these things back to Poitou!" I was almost by this group of suicidal guys just now. ”

"Barrett. If that's the case. I don't think you need to worry about that. Lady Marabranche rode her dog to Barrett's side, "Now that the owner has been discovered, I think the city guards can take over the rest of the cleaning." I don't think anyone will dare to embezzle your share of credit. ”

"Let the city guards take over?" Barrett was stunned when he heard this, and then a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Lord Earl only thought that a large-scale dragnet search was time-consuming and laborious, not to mention, and it was easy to be exploited by those hidden conspirators. Now that we've found this evidence, it shouldn't take much effort to hold them accountable for the aftermath. So Mara, do you have any way to inform the city guards? I won't let you run back to the city alone from here! ”

"You don't have to worry about that. Since the Earl has arranged for me to join you for the time being, how could I not have expected this to happen! After saying this, Lady Mara Zhidi took out three bamboo tube-shaped props from her belt. Immediately after that, the emerald green 'bamboo tube' was held high, and with a "whoosh-" sound, a green flame soared into the sky. This is followed by a "Bang! A round of 'green sun' appeared in the sky.

Rielly looked at the green in the sky and muttered, "Is this a signal prepared by Lord Earl in advance?" ”

On the other hand, the noodles pay more attention to the remaining two winds that appear white and red 'bamboo tubes'. The curious color in those eyes can be said to be undisguised.

Ms. Marabranch, who gave the signal, apparently felt the noodle's gaze, and she smiled and explained: "The red one is the distress signal." Sent out when we encounter a situation that is difficult to resist. The white color is the victory signal used when the mission has been fully solved. And green is a call for help that needs help from others. ”

"But if you really come across a time when you need to send a red distress signal. Its effect is probably nothing more than resignation to the destiny of heaven. Rielly said with a wry smile.

In contrast to Rieli's questioning, Ms. Mara Zhidi was confident: "Don't worry! As long as you are still in the territory, there is at least an eighty percent chance of saving a life after sending this signal. This kind of thing has happened many times in the past, and the officials are still very experienced in dealing with it. ”

"Mara is right! Generally speaking, if you send a few knights to the location of the distress signal after discovering it, you can basically solve most problems. Barrett nodded on the side, "If you just live in the territory, the difficulty of both positioning and teleportation will be greatly reduced." ”

"Alright! Now is not the time to discuss this. What do we do next? Are you just waiting for those city guards? Claudia Auditore said with a sudden yawn.

You must know that from the moment of the attack 4 days ago, the players except Barrett have been in a state of high mental tension. In addition, whether it is escape or subsequent tracking, it consumes the energy of players. Players who haven't had a good rest for several days will naturally be exhausted after the boulder in their hearts is removed.

Barrett got up and looked at the corpses in front of him: "Let's clean up the battlefield first!" Maybe these attackers have some good loot left! It's been so long. In case you miss it because of this last bit of effort. That's so sorry for myself. ”

Before the men who became soldiers came. Barrett began to lead the halfling wanderers in searching for the weapons of his own operation. It's a pity that although the three attackers in front of them can't be said to be poor, they don't have anything really valuable on them.

The few pieces of valuables added up were worth far less than half the value of the four 'Dance of Tracks' scrolls that had been used to track them down. And in the previous cave, there was nothing that could be bought at a high price. The only thing that catches the eye a little is the pair of refined alloy bracers. Therefore, from the perspective of the loot alone, the operation of the blood-stained gray flower mercenary group this time is a big loss.

After about two hours of waiting, a pair of city guards on war horses finally emerged from the end of the horizon. Then he came to the players with a cloud of dust.

The leading rider stopped in front of Lady Mara Branches and asked, "Sergeant Branches!" Did you send the previous signal? ”

"That's right! This is a covert operation, don't ask more about what you shouldn't know. Your task now is to bring those corpses, as well as the useful stuff from the caves, back to the barracks. The rest will be taken over by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Lady Marazhidi said, pointing to the corpses.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs?" The officer's face was a little unnatural when he heard the name. Then he immediately nodded expressionlessly: "I know what to do." ”

Soon all three bodies were packed into sacks and carried to horseback. After a simple disguise, no one would easily notice that it was a corpse hidden inside. They then searched the cavern again to make sure that not a single piece of paper was missing.

After the aftermath had left first, Lady Marazhidi turned around and said, "All right! Blood-stained Gray Flowers, now it's time for us to return to Poitou. However, in order to minimize the associations that others associate with us and those city guards. It's best to change the location of our entry into the city this time to the east gate or the north gate. ”

"In other words, the road back will take a big detour!" Klamatisbot couldn't help but complain.

Barrett, however, did agree with Ms. Marabranch's caution. Although this may not be hidden from those who really have a heart, it can reduce a lot of rumors and gossip, so that players will not be troubled. So he nodded: "Clematis, don't complain!" It is definitely a good deal to travel for about half a day in exchange for the next few days of ear purification. Instead of complaining here, you might as well get off and maybe get back to the city sooner! ”

With a longing for a bathtub, a soft couch, and a hot meal. Players dragged their tired bodies on the way back to the city. Fortunately, Poitou doesn't have a staggering footprint like a modern metropolis. So although it is an extra half a circle, it is actually for professionals. It's just a two-hour hike.

Back at the hotel's door, Ms. Marazhidi got up and dropped off the dog, and then said goodbye to the players: "My mission has been completed, and I hope we will have a chance to work together again in the future." Good bye! ”

After saying goodbye without any delay, the halfling cavalry in front of him led his dog and turned away. Soon after, they disappeared into the winding path, leaving only the players who had just been born and died together.

"Handsome! Is this the style of a soldier in Boler? Claudia Auditore asked, touching her chin.

Barrett nodded: "It's a soldier's style, yes." But this is not only the one led by Boram, it should be said that it is the military style of the Norhan Kingdom! ”

"Okay, two! I don't think it's the time for the two of you to sit in front of someone's hotel to discuss this kind of thing! Rielly said as she stared at the two of them angrily.

Barrett smiled awkwardly: "Let's just go in right away!" However, at this time, it will not block the customers and affect the business of the store. Reelly, do you need to stare at that big eye? ”

"In that case, let me in quickly!" As she said this, Rielly pressed Barrett's breastplate with both hands and pushed it hard, and then Barrett, who did not resist, stopped advancing into the hotel. Players who went through this intense adventure quickly vented their mental stress along with the aborigines. The companions enjoyed the nightlife of Poitou in laughter and laughter, and did not staggering back to their rooms until midnight to fall asleep.

But Barrett himself was like a dutiful guard, lying on a soft couch following a harsh but punctual biological clock—because early the next morning, the mercenary captain who had taken over the mission had to go to the Earl's for a final debriefing!

It's still the same house, it's still the same 'lord'. In the early morning sun, the Earl of Boreham and Barrett exchanged information about the attackers they had spotted earlier in their office at City Hall.

Barrett, who had already been concerned about that aspect for a long time, after stooping down and saluting, asked straight to the point: "Lord Earl!" Did the spellcasters in the territory pry open the mouths of the corpses? Are they really members of the Scarlet Hand, or are they disguised by their forces? ”

"I was able to gather this information last night." Speaking of this, the Earl of Boreham smiled, "I have come with a report on your operation. Although I made a lot of mistakes due to lack of experience, there were many flaws. But in terms of ideas and actions, it is remarkable. As an elder in the family, I want to say Barrett, you did a good job. ”

Since Madame Marazhidi was an assistant sent by the Earl of Boreham, it was only natural for her to report the course of this operation to the Earl. Barrett had been mentally prepared for this kind of thing, so naturally it was impossible for him to be upset.

I saw him scratch his head: "Your opinion is too high, Lord Earl." The mistakes I made before, if it weren't for good luck, would have caused the mission to fail. ”

"Luck isn't part of strength." The Earl of Boreham suddenly stood up, turned his back to Barrett and looked out the window: "Since you care so much about the confessions of those attackers, then you can guess for yourself whether they are members of the 'Scarlet Hand'?" (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!)