Reinhardt and Annabella are vital players in the team.

Reinhardt, of course, needless to say, with two weapons with souls, his combat power has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is by no means weaker than Kuaza, and Annabella's ability to cast spells has also improved by leaps and bounds recently, and she has mastered several additional three-ring witchcraft, but unfortunately there is no more in the witchcraft book she has, otherwise her achievements will not be limited to these.

In terms of pure caster level, Annabella is even stronger than Faust, but the sorcery she has mastered tends to be biased towards restrictions, healing, and buffs, and her direct combat power is not stronger than Faust.

Faust was already confident when he called these two companions, but for the sake of conservatism, Faust still planned to find a few more guards and take the mayor with him by the way—it would be even better if he could find the original leader of the natives.

He took two more steps and came to the vicinity of the guards' rooms. The guards had two rooms, occupying a total of three rooms. Faust knocked on the doors of the three rooms in turn, "Come out, I have something to say." ”

In Faust's view, there is a distinction between human beings and inferiority, and Annabella and Reinhardt were equal to him, so he asked the other to allow him to enter the room. In front of these low-ranking guards, he would have lost his identity by doing so, so he asked the guards to come out to meet him.

The guards were so afraid of Faust's strange psychic abilities that they didn't dare to slack off, and in less than ten seconds, six guards lined up and stood in front of Faust. All six of them were tall and mighty, and at the moment they were all tucked up and their eyes were not squinted, and at first glance they were simply rare elites - if you didn't look at their messes.

The six guards probably felt that there was nothing to do today, and they all took off their armor, wearing only light clothes, and their hair was disheveled, apparently just taking a nap.

Faust paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and suddenly, he shouted, "Count!"

The six guards struck a snort, and subconsciously shouted in turn: "One!" "Two!" "Three!" "Four!" "Five!" "Six!" The last guard to report the number took a step forward, raised his neck, "Report to the sir, all of them! Please instruct!" and then retreated into the queue.

Faust nodded, "This time I'll pick two of you and follow me on tomorrow's adventure, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" replied the six in unison. It's not that they're not really afraid, it's that they know what awaits them if their answers don't match Faust's expectations.

As soon as they recalled the half-month trek in the jungle, they were terrified of Faust's "punishment", which was not just corporal punishment.

Faust was very pleased with his results, and it was not for nothing that he used this training method from his previous life. Many of the army's training methods are designed to strengthen people's obedience.

Faust doesn't remember much, and this number is one of them. It numbers the soldiers, makes people forget their names for a while, erases individuality, retains commonality, and combined with Faust's psionic hints, it can tame the six guards so effectively.

"Lucas, Klaus, get out of line!" Faust nodded to two of them.

"Yes, sir!" said two of the guards. Faust could sense that they were in a bad mood, but he didn't care.

"You two, go back and pack your bags and report to my door early tomorrow morning. Faust gave the order, "All right, rest and go." ”

The two of them received the order, and immediately left quickly, without any fuss—jokingly, if they had gone a little slower, they wondered what strange tricks Faust would have come up with.

Faust looked at the remaining four people and continued: "Your task is not easy, and when we go on an expedition, you will be responsible for guarding the luggage, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" replied the remaining four bodyguards.

Faust looked at them again and waved his hand, "Alright, let's disperse." With that, he turned around and went back to his room—the guards were nothing compared to the mayor.

Fosse, the spirit servant, had been watching the mayor from the basement, it was a boring job, but the master's orders could not be disobeyed, and no matter how much he slandered, he could not be compromised in the slightest.

A cold psychic power was transmitted along the unspeakable channel, and the spirit crystal servant Fosse knew that it was the master of Faust who came, and he obediently relinquished the dominance, retreated to the background, and watched coldly.

Faust got used to it for a second—no matter how many times he went through it, he couldn't feel that the body of the Crystal Servant was a comfortable place.

Contrary to human intuition, there is no cramping in the crystal, and the uncomfortable feeling is the opposite of this - there is space here. Putting all your attention on the Spirit Crystal Servant is like floating naked in the void, and it doesn't feel comfortable.

What's more, there is no void here. Faust always felt that something was watching him, and sometimes he heard strange whispers.

Now, here they are again. Faust had tried to convince himself that it was all an illusion, but every time they appeared, Faust's faith wavered.

If it weren't for the time set for meditation every day, Faust would have come to the basement in person, not through the crystal body of the crystal servant Fosse. This kind of bad feeling, he can avoid it.

Faust stretched out the spider's long legs of the Spirit Crystal Servant Fosse and lightly nodded at the mayor's head, and a psychic power entered the other's mind.

"Wake up, wake up. The mayor seemed to hear someone calling him, "It's time to get up, Mr. Mayor." The mayor's mind was in a mess, and he replied vaguely: "Right now, right away." ”

The other party shouted twice, and the mayor did not respond. The voice seemed to recede, and Mayor Mare, vaguely sensing this, decided to go deeper into sleep.

"Ahh

Faust retracted another arthropod, which still lingered with psychic energy that had not dissipated. "Experience severe pain," Faust now likes it more and more.

The pain came and went as fast as it could, and when the pain subsided and the mayor opened his eyes, he saw the familiar basement...... And that familiar black crystal spider.

"Mr. Mayor, you're awake. The spider's voice seemed to be slightly different from before, but the mayor was unaware, "Mind reading seems to have had a bad effect on you, I have to wake you up with severe pain, please forgive me." ”

That being said, the Crystal Spider's tone was unapologetic.

"I have one more thing I need your help with, don't worry, this time it has nothing to do with the mayor's position. Faust said slowly, "We need you to show us the way to that flesh-and-blood city." ”