Curris couldn't tell where he was through the swarthy flyer porthole, and it was quiet except for a faint creaking in his ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info couldn't tell where he was being taken, and it didn't take much time to fly, Curris was taken to a completely unfamiliar place, and judging from the terrain around him, Curris thought that he was still somewhere in the north, and as for where, it didn't take much effort. The light of the fire not far away pierced through the darkness that had not yet dissipated and met Curris's eyes. It was supposed to be a small jungle with a bonfire lit in the jungle. In the light and shadow of the campfire, people kept walking around. Curris made his way towards the figures, trying to look at the figures. That's no ordinary earthling. The tall figure surpassed that of ordinary earthlings, and he seemed to have figured it out in his heart, but he didn't understand that there should be a small number of shapeshifters accumulated in the wilderness, which no one had such an ability except for the boss of the seabed, Korors.

Endals asked the captain for instructions, and according to the plan, Curris had been sent to the location where the new generation of morphers gathered. Command Crown turned on the video of the assembly camp and did not see Curris. Endals explained that the drop-off site was actually some distance from the camp, and that it had been sent a code by Curris, who would automatically walk towards it. The captain is concerned about how the shapeshifters gathered in the camp will meet with the newly arrived Curris. The assistant told the captain not to worry, the program was automatically opened after Curis appeared, and it was not a problem for Curis's leadership to be recognized. The captain asked about Warman, and the assistant spread it out and said, I have forgotten the beautiful earthling, I will search. The captain said that he didn't need to, he just asked the assistant to open the second set of execution programs in Warman's brain, and directly took over Warman's activities.

Curris slowly approached the camp with a deep foot and a shallow foot. It was hard to concentrate on the thoughts in my head, which included all sorts of speculations about the shapeshifters in the camp and wonders why I had to move forward. Most of the thoughts were unanswered, but Curris was actually approaching the camp. A sudden shadow appeared in the darkness, stopping the unsuspecting Curris, and the guy in his hand was pressed against Curris's chest, the painful contact made it difficult for Curis to move forward, and then a suffocation came from his neck, and the rope around his neck was tightened. Curris was taken prisoner and dragged directly into the jungle by rubbing against the ground. The fire in the jungle flickered, and many of the people who existed in the senses did not appear in the darkness at this time, and the two who attacked Curis threw him near the firelight, and also burrowed into the darkness. Curris fell to the ground, laughing to himself that it was a good meeting, and that Korrolls's plan included this part as well, what a good plan.

Imagination never catches up with change, and Curris believes that there will be more misunderstandings after being captured, and even interrogations and detentions. Who knew that it was just a moment later, the people in the darkness appeared, but one by one they didn't see the slightest deformation, and the number was by no means as large as Curris imagined, and there were only a few hundred people by sight. Oh yes, Korors doesn't see what equipment they have, this is the team that was planned to fight against the Imperial Marines? These people are indeed the army, and the small leaders among them, with a low and mechanical voice to communicate with Curris, look like ordinary earthlings, and it is indeed strange to come into contact with. Curris soon discovered that the men's skin was not white and the light was not good, and he could only be sure of that. Communication without fluency would have been difficult, but he was dealing with people who were quick and agile, and he quickly grasped the current situation that Curris had to explain. Curris knew from the little boss that they had been in the jungle for the most recent time, and strangely, the leader told Kuris that they didn't know each other.

Curris was alone, unable to know the boss's next move, so he had to wait in the jungle, these people in front of him did not become weirdos again, hundreds of people gathered, looking no different from those large gangs that were rampaging in the west, God knows how long they would wait, fortunately, these people were respectful to Curris, and recognized Curris as the leader. Warman did not know where his master had gone, but when he arrived at his master's door early in the morning, the old servant rushed to Warman and told him that Mr. Curris was missing. Warman vaguely felt that this had something to do with the recent situation, but it was difficult to say what the mystery was. He pretended to be relaxed and said that I knew that Mr. Curris had left last night because of business urgency, and that I had gone to see him off, and that he might have forgotten to tell you his arrangements. You don't need to panic, there is nothing you need to do recently, you can also take a vacation and rest for a while, about a month, I will pick you up in the countryside. The servant knew that Warman was the most trusted person in Curris, and there was no doubt about this arrangement, so he asked the guard dog if he wanted him to take it back to the country to feed, and Warman agreed. When Warman was about to enter the house, the servant stopped him and said that there was something strange in the backyard.

The grass in the backyard is Curris's favorite, and the view of the grass from the bedroom on the second floor is really refreshing. There is now a large circle in the meadow, and all the grass falls towards the center, and the rules are amazing. In the center of the circle, it happens to be the mark of the K that Warman and Curris made in the past. Warman turned around and told the servant to keep the secret, and the servant looked at Warman's serious expression and swore that he would not reveal it. Satisfied with the servant, Warman took out his checkbook, quickly filled out the number and gave it to the servant, as a subsidy for his trip back to the countryside to visit his family. It was a great number, and the servant's eyes were straight. After thanking him again and again, he began to go back to his room to pack his belongings.

There was nothing unusual in Curris's room, and Warman couldn't see anything, he lifted the curtain to look at the circle on the grass, and a sudden wave of vertigo felt in his head. The vertigo quickly passed, and Warman came out of the room, leaving the door unclosed. The servant looked at Warman and asked if he wanted to keep the key to the house, but Warman walked away without hearing it. The servant guessed that Mr. Warman must be looking for Mr. Curris, as was the haste. The strange story of Curris and Warman must have something to do with the recent situation on the streets, where the Marines of the Empire of Bristles have landed strongly, and will soon be slaughtering the separatists who have crept up in their territory. The servant babble, the separatists are too bad, why do they have to split, how can the empire be challenged casually. But thinking that Mr. Curris and Warman had something to do with the matter, the servant couldn't go on. What's worse is that if Curris is indeed a separatist, then wouldn't he, as his servant, receive a strain? The servant clutched the check in his hand, although the money was not enough to flee with his family in the country, but I am afraid that he had to do so. He thought about it, and simply packed all the sterling silver cutlery in the kitchen, put it in his baggage, and led the horse and walked towards the bank.

Curris is gone, and Korors takes over Warman's mind, and he now has a new idea, one that wasn't in the plan. The guests of Brethrenia should be informed of the disappearance of Curis, and he dared to go to the residence of the business representative. Then I wanted to announce the name of the important news, and it was so smooth that I broke in while the representative was still eating breakfast. The representative did not seem surprised by his arrival, but was a little surprised by what he said. The representative said that he had long guessed that Curris would be the darkest part of the separatists, but why Warman had come to report on Curris's disappearance. Crown smiled and said I just wanted you to know. This explanation called the representative furious, and the guard outside the door burst in, drawing the sword at his waist. Crown asked the delegate, can you stop me? It was at that moment that the representative changed his mind and let Warman go. Warman left the representative's quarters, unconcerned about the stalkers behind him. Warman completes Colors' mission and returns to his lodgings, where he stumbles upon an uninvited guest outside the window. He wondered if it was dangerous for Curis to stay here now that Kuris was gone, and when the confrontation with the Empire would begin. The neat steps on the stone pavement of the street interrupted Warman's thoughts, and he lifted the curtain and looked out.

The people in the camp had nothing to do for a week or so, and when the sky was about to break, Curris was awakened, and a black flying object appeared diagonally above the firelight, pressing low above the people's heads. Curris asked everyone not to panic, nine times out of ten it is a new part of Colors' plan. The flying object opened, and the cube box was slowly placed in the clearing of the jungle by following the white light. After dropping more than a dozen boxes in a row, the flying object departed. Curris commanded the men to open the crates one by one, and after sorting them out, the rifles were completely higher in quality than the existing equipment, and most of the crates were piled up. The boss reports that there is a slightly smaller chest that has not yet been opened, and is actually difficult to open. Curris looked at it, there was some strange writing on the chest, according to his knowledge, it was not any kind of writing on the continent of Europa, and it did not look like the writing created by the descendants of the so-called Odans in the East. Curris felt for the place on the box where the lock had been. The chest changed, and the mechanism activated to transform into several wheels with strings of letters engraved on them. Curris judged that it was a chest with a password, and that the structure was identical to that of the ancient Gryth. Curris flicked a few letters, and the box opened with a coughing sound, and an object inside floated into the air, fluttering dozens of feet above the ground.

There was also a slightly smaller thing lying at the bottom of the box. Curris picked it up, and saw a black piece of human head shaking through the smooth plane. In almost a second, he realized that the smooth plane in his hand showed the scene that the flying object could see in the air. But if you want to see how the scene can be controlled in any one place, as soon as Curris's idea came to him, the flying object flew out of the jungle in the midst of everyone's exclamations and flew away in the direction that Curris came from that day. Curris saw where he had come that day, and the ground had been burned out of a circular pattern. After a few experiments and becoming adept at controlling the device with ideas, Curris carefully turned off the strange thing and told the leader to arrange for people to take inventory of their equipment. Some of the equipment with instructions also needed to be used and trained by Curis according to the instructions, and these people in front of them were obviously not Europa, and they didn't recognize the pure Breechian script at all.

The representative let go of Warman, or rather he let go of the man. The representative went through this information called Warman several times in his mind, and found that what was really useful was actually not much provided by the group at all. After all, he thinks he is many times more shrewd than Hawkins's embroidered pillow, but why can't the group give him the least respect, even the so-called low-level decorators from within the empire? According to the information sent by the group quietly last night, several hundred people have been assembled on the western border of Kuris's current territory to begin training. The instructions to the deputies were to direct the troops straight there. The representative hated anyone calling him by his first name, Bull, but the Bull printed on paper still caught his eye. The group gives instructions to people, without beginning or end, but rather like a verbal exchange: Boole, how you should be. Bull felt that when he hated the group for doing this, he actually wanted to know who was hiding in the darkest part of the group, and the countless people in the group who were like puppets in the palace had to make all kinds of moves. At the end of the message, an exclamation point was dotted with heavy ink, demanding that Boole complete the task strictly according to the instructions and not question every order.

Bull finished his breakfast, dressed up, and called the servants to bring in the governor. The Governor did not dare to be contemptuous of Boer at all, this middle-aged man from the core leadership of the empire, with immeasurable strength in the background, was far from what the Governor dared to belittle. No one needs to tell the Governor personally, for the Governor knows how measured he is. He did not hesitate to agree and strongly support the decision made by the representative of Bull. Bull gave the Governor an order to send all the guards to support him, but he secretly planned to summon some militia dressed in the guards to cooperate. In such a chaotic world, a fool would send out all his guards. Who knew that Lord Bull seemed to see through his thoughts, and asked him to send real elites to support this operation. The governor wiped the sweat from his head with a handkerchief and took his leave. Bull called the Brigadier General of the Marine Corps and told him to direct his army to set off and follow the map he had handed him straight to the target.

The brigadier general did not hesitate to carry out the order and set out, and Bull had to do the same this time, as the group demanded of him. Bull knew that he was not a good commander, but the orders of the group were not to be violated, and he had no doubt about this. Years ago, when he was a young man who had just joined the group or just knew that he was a member of the group, the example of the prince who had violently opposed the empire's efforts to open up a wider overseas territory and carried out the slave trade against the interests of the group died on the way home after a banquet, made Bull shudder. No matter how elite the Prince's bodyguard, how glorious his position, and even one of the heirs to the throne of the Empire, the Bloc can be removed at will just to prove that betrayal of it is a fatal provocation. Of course, Boolean would not take the initiative to challenge the authority of the group. Isn't the authority and power of the empire fundamental to the status and honor that Boole has today? From the child of a small farmer on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital of Breez to the chief commercial representative of the empire on the continent of Amerik, isn't this the return given to him by the group? Bull tightened the strap on his leggings, took a few steps back and forth, opened the door and went out, and set off with the group.

Mei Yi can't remember how long it took for him to return to the city after he unveiled the notice. When he woke up from a coma, he was lying on the beach outside the city. The tattered clothes on his body, as well as the deformed body that could not be covered, made him feel insecure in a foreign place. When the fisherman who had started working early on the beach screamed, Mei Yi didn't know where he got his anger from, and pounced on him and strangled him to death. After stripping off the other party's clothes, he threw the other person's body and the stone tied to it into the sea, and the sea that began to rise quickly swallowed up the body. Walking on the street, Mei Yi's insecurity is always there, depending on everyone looking at him, although he knows that this is just a feeling, but after a long time in the city, people can also know that he has something to do with the disappearance of fishermen just by virtue of his clothes, at this moment, he saw the notice on the wall, Mei Yi stretched out his hand and took it off without hesitation. Behind him was a lot of discussions, Mei Yi ignored it and strode away with the servant.