Kurt stood in the middle of the exit from the woods, holding an umbrella, watching the oncoming military truck.

The truck didn't slow down immediately, but went straight for Kurt, only to hit an emergency brake at the last second.

The tires rubbed against the stones on the road with a loud noise, and finally the front of the car came to a stop a step away from Kurt's face.

A young soldier stepped out of the cab, went from behind Kurt to the other side of the truck, and opened the passenger door.

"Didn't you see him with an umbrella?" A deep voice came from the passenger cab, "I need one too." ”

The young soldier looked hesitantly.

A man dressed as a clerk with glasses jumped out of the truck's compartment from behind, ran out of the passenger cab, and opened his umbrella.

A large, protruding hand from the passenger compartment pressed the top of the young soldier's head.

An elderly officer grabbed the soldier's head, stepped out of the truck, and stood under an open umbrella. "Longer memory." He casually patted the young soldier's head.

The only thing that can reveal the officer's age is his gray hair. In addition to this—his expressions, body movements, and the confidence in which he speaks—there is a sense of disobedience that does not match his age. Even his gray hair was all perpendicular to the ground like a boy with a personality, and he was combed straight upwards in a mess.

The officer took a step to the side, turned his head sideways, and looked at Kurt.

The man dressed as a clerk followed closely, keeping the umbrella above his chief's head.

"Look at this bitch," said the officer, staring at Kurt and making no secret of it, "I think I'm pretty good." Hold up a broken umbrella and stand in the middle of the road. You see, he's looking back at me now, but as long as I," he took another step to the side, "how's that!" I'm glad by the headlights! ”

This time, the man dressed as a clerk failed to keep up with his startled chief, which caused the latter to get a few drops of rain.

The officer retracted under the umbrella and reached out to sweep the top of his hair that was unusually trimmed. "It's boring to not give a reaction." He motioned for the man with the umbrella to follow him, and then walked towards the van parked in the wasteland.

"This area is currently under the control of the guild, Colonel Taka." Kurt said lightly.

"Come on!" The officer replied in a loud voice, without the slightest intention of stopping, "I'm not in the mood to discuss the relationship between the military and the guild with you, and I don't bother to listen to you repeat those useless treaties. I assure you right now that no one will disturb your naïve 'containment operation' until all of your new recruits are dead. He raised his hands and drew double quotation marks in the air, "But anyway, I've helped you so much tonight, and you're embarrassed not to let me see that strange side?!" ”

More than a dozen soldiers jumped from the back of the truck, moving large parts one after another to the edge of the wasteland and stacking them outside the back door of the van. In a matter of minutes, the soldiers were using the parts to piece together a half-human-tall spherical piece of metal.

In the compartment of the van, Dylan heard a commotion outside. "M, Mr. Midhoff?" He ducked behind the machine he was operating and curled up in alarm.

The handle of the carriage door was pulled open from the inside by something invisible.

"Ahh Colonel Taka opened the door and said in a sonorous voice, "May I come in?" I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. He walked into the carriage on his own and leaned against the inner wall on one side.

The man dressed as a clerk put away his umbrella and followed him into the carriage.

Outside the open back door, a group of soldiers stood in a circle in the rain. In the middle of the group of soldiers, a ball of metal was emitting a faint green light.

Dylan poked his head out from behind the machine, "Oh my God! Could it be ......" He straightened his upper body, which had been curled up, and took a few steps towards the car door.

"Don't be in a hurry, treasure." Colonel Taka stepped forward, put his arm around Dylan's shoulders, and stood with him facing the door, "Let me show you something interesting first." He slowly raised his free hand.

Nothing happened.

Colonel Taka looked at the man dressed as a clerk, and then shook his raised hand up and down a few times. The other party showed a blank expression, looked down at his feet, and then looked up at the roof of the carriage.

"What does this mean," said Colonel Taka dissatisfied, shaking his hand again, "is for you to lift the van up." ”

"Oh, oh!" The man dressed as a clerk quickly squatted down and pressed one hand on the ground of the carriage.

The entire van slowly lifted off the ground and rose smoothly into mid-air.

"What an idiot, can't you cooperate with me a little?" Colonel Taka muttered, turning his head to look at Dylan, who was holding him deadly, "Treasure, quick, look at my hand," he pointed to some orange lights on the ground in the distance, "See those lights blocking the road?" ”

Dylan wanted to distance himself from the old man who had come out of nowhere, but he twisted his upper body so hard that he couldn't move himself a bit. "My name is, Dylan, sir." He said as calmly as he could.

"Who asked you that?" Colonel Taka frowned and responded, "I'm asking you, can you see the lights blocking the road?" ”

"Yes, yes, the light." Dylan said, "I saw it. ”

"There's one over there, too!" Colonel Taka shifted his arm around Dylan, forcing him to change his orientation, "What do you think they're for?" ”

"It's used to ...... Closure, blockade of roads. Dylan responded.

"Genius! What a genius! The lights that block the highway are indeed used to block the road! Colonel Taka exclaimed dramatically, "Well, treasure, let me explain it to you." The guild you're a member of is actually more like, how to put it, an amateur organization that 'trick-or-treat'. You see, the logic of the guild is this, anyway, it was so dark and it was raining, and the house was so remote, no one would happen to pass by and see those 'whoosh' lights. Even if you are seen, you will be fine! As long as you can block the message! But the problem is that the guild stabs Lou Zi hundreds of times a year, and guess who pays the manpower and financial resources to wipe the guild's ass after every accident?! ”

"Uh......" Dylan said hesitantly.

"Uh-uh-" Colonel Taka said the same voice, "the most speechless," he moved his arm around Dylan forward, allowing the other man's upper body to poke out of the door, "and this so-called 'containment'!" Throw the team members to the scene, and then use luck to decide whether they can complete the mission or if they will not return. Now, let me tell you how the military will handle all this professionally. Look directly below you, yes, the green one, as you think, that one is indeed 'Hemer', one of the military-made consciousness assimilators. Don't hesitate, just say 'due to the inability to complete the task, this team voluntarily handed over the right to dispose of the spirit', and then I asked someone to gently press the little green button on Hemer's buttocks, poof! It doesn't matter what kind of spirit it is, solve the battle in an instant. ”

Dylan glanced at the ground several meters away and quickly closed his eyes. "The way of the Sanhedrin," he said, "is more respectful of the ...... of the Spirit."

Colonel Taka let out a long series of expressions of disgust, turned around, and threw Dylan back into the carriage. "Alas—little Dylan Bansley, why don't you understand." He waved his hand at the man dressed as a clerk.

The van slowly descended back to the ground.

"I'm saving you." Colonel Taka continued, "What do you think this broken van can help you stop? The truly safe place is to stand among well-trained soldiers. Or, even better, a protective cover, a shield made by Hemmer. Imagine that kind of picture. That, a sense of security. He moved his hands from top to bottom, outlining Dylan's body, and raised them exaggeratedly as he gestured to the other's hips, "If you change your mind, remember to tell me." ”

"Are you done?" Kurt, who was standing outside the back door of the van, said lightly, "By the way, your last action is not ambiguous at all." ”

"Give me a few more seconds," Colonel Taka winked at the man dressed as a clerk, "and I need to confirm the authenticity of the information." ”

The man dressed as a clerk lifted his glasses, walked over to the machine Dylan had built, and operated the machine's console.

A series of data appears on the screen of the machine, and below the data is a three-dimensional model of the shape of a candlestick. Within seconds, the model was replaced by an image of a slender humanoid with thick limbs.

"If you don't take it apart, you can't figure it out." The man dressed as a clerk said, "But this thing does have that function." It's really amazing. No, it might be more accurate to say 'weird'. ”

Colonel Taka strode out of the carriage. "Someone," he said, grabbing Kurt's umbrella, "there may be more than one, and they will die in that house tonight, and I don't care who it is." That kid is included. ”