85_85536 William withdrew his thumb and put it in his mouth, sucking and sucking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other side, the centaur Marcei was also sucking his fingers. The silver mask had gone somewhere.

"It's smaller than I thought. William thought to himself. Looking at the face, this guy has a completely baby face. Looks pretty small.

If you just look at his face, then someone will definitely believe him if he is only ten years old, or even less than ten years old. However, if you add to this guy's expression before, including the conversation between him and William, William instinctively believes that the other party is just young, not really just laughing.

"So, do you want to say something goodbye?" asked Sere.

"It's better never to see each other again. When William had said this, he turned away. Then he walked northwest of his family's domain, where Hereford Castle was located.

"John, keep up!" he shouted as he walked to the hunting party without looking back—he was alone. And, as it sounds like, William didn't want to bring anyone with him but John.

In addition to thinking them cumbersome, it is also his tactic to spread out in order to avoid risks.

There are about twenty aristocratic teenagers who still survive, who are still in good health and full of energy. If they were to disperse completely, the centaurs would have to disperse into small detachments of two or three to ensure that all the nobles could be hunted down. In this way, William will be much more relaxed.

Of course, the final result will definitely not be as perfect as William thought. As with all plans, there will be some deviations. Therefore, when a third-rate strategist sets a plan, he always thinks that the plan is interlocking and indispensable. As long as such a fool breaks one of the links with a slight "click", the whole plan will collapse completely.

Second-rate strategists are slightly better. He'll go beyond the plan and make some backup plans. This makes it easier to switch tactics in case things go elsewhere. The problem is that they also have a fixed number of plans and programs, and if things go beyond their imagination, they will also fail.

As for the strongest, the best, the first-class strategists, they use the tactics of deviation value. They only grasp the general direction, as well as the general situation. They don't have a very precise strategy. There is no policy that cannot be changed.

When things change, as long as the change doesn't reach the level of "subversive" in an instant, there's no problem. A slight deviation, a slight difference and an accident are completely harmless. Even if there is a heavy deviation, it can be used, directed, prevented and corrected, and modified. There is almost no chance that a strategic plan like this will fail. And the magnitude of this "deviation value" will also increase with the increase of the strategist's level and intelligence.

In this way, such a situation arises.

A person who is an enemy of a first-rate strategist is often desperate to find that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot change the final outcome. It's like slashing the surface of the sea with a sword, like spitting at the sky. It's all useless work. Even if you win a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand victories, the final result is still a failure.

Well, don't gossip too much. Although William thinks that he is not a first-class strategist. But he felt that he could work hard in that direction. Let's say what's going on now.

"I will keep you firmly in mind, of course, not as the son of Otto this time!" shouted behind William, who was limited to the effect of the "Covenant" and could not pursue William, so he could only stay where he was:

"Wilhelm von Hereford, I remember you! I'm sure we'll meet again soon!"

"I really don't want to meet you. The bastard kid of the Golden Family. William thought as he approached the possible and fled as fast as he could.

Yes, it seems weak, not cool at all and terrible. But at the end of the day, William just earned them a runaway.

"So why do you run so fast? We are one day ahead of them, why not take it easy? Just like most people choose. ”

"Centaurs are much faster than humans. It's the same even in jungle terrain. These are truly bastard monsters that can be said to be one with each other. So even if you're ahead of schedule, a day ahead, you can't take it lightly—but then again, why are you in this place, Miss Elise?!"

"Ah, Lord William, do you have any opinion about walking with me?"

"Truth be told, yes. After all, I instructed John to hold you hostage. So it will inevitably feel awkward to meet again at this moment. William told the truth.

"Surprisingly honest. Even Miss Elise was surprised by William's truth-telling: "So, what do you think if I say I don't mind at all?"

"I don't believe it. William said, "It's well disguised, but I can still see the anger in your eyes." That's anger against me...... Of course, part of it is not my responsibility, but it looks like you want to take out your anger on me. ”

"So, Sir William, I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"So, that's a desperate trick when there's no way around. I can't help it. And, in terms of results, we were successful. So far, at least, it's been successful. We're all alive, we're not missing arms, we're not missing legs, we're all alive. It's better than you being caught by those centaurs and doing this and that, isn't it? So it's not an exaggeration to say that I'm your savior...... All right. Maybe women can't understand this kind of thing?"

Looking at Elise, who did not look relieved at all, but became more and more angry, William decided to give up his intention to communicate with her normally - in this case, no matter what he said, it would be useless.

In the middle of speaking, the guy stopped running away and stood there, bowing his head as if he was brewing feelings, not saying a word. This made William feel helpless. Originally, I wanted to leave him behind and run away on my own. But when I think about it, I think it's not very good......

"That...... Miss Elis?"

"No, it's not. Immediately afterwards, the other party said something that surprised William:

"Actually, I know. Elise said:

"From a strategic and resourceful point of view, you've done a good job. Even better than the wise men in the legends of the bards...... Of course, this may also be due to the fact that the minstrels' brains are not very good and they can't make up decent stories. And as you said, in a sense, you are indeed my savior. ”

Hearing him say this, William felt very inexplicable: "If you understand everything, why do you have-"

"Because I'm not happy!" exclaimed, "Why do you want me to be magnanimous about this?!Why do you want me to judge this matter rationally?! I'm not an outsider, I'm a party to it." Why do you want me to get rid of my personal feelings and make judgments from a neutral point of view?!!

I just don't think you're doing the right thing. I just don't like you. I think it's because of you that I've fallen to this point. My neck was cut by a sword, and I might be scarred later! I was chased by monsters like a lost dog, like a prey! I was held hostage by that stupid big guy.

No one would help me in such a situation. Why? Didn't I say that my beauty could make everyone smitten with me? Why did everyone pretend not to see it?!Didn't they say it was my friend's? Why did you gloat?!Where is the legendary hero?!Why didn't you come to my rescue?!The princesses were all tall, handsome, blonde and handsome, but I only saw a sinister and cunning skinny dark-haired bastard! Where is my prince charming? Is there a traffic jam on the road?!Then use the flying to come over!Why......

At this point, Elise was on the verge of crying: "Why, why do I have to suffer such a sin?" I'm Elise, Elise von Riast, a princess of Mazovia. Why did I end up in this position...... What's wrong with being a little wayward? What's wrong with being a little annoying? Is it wrong for a fourteen-year-old girl to look like this? Why do you want me to be so understanding?!Why is the whole world working against me......

Speaking of which, Miss Countess Elise...... Well.