It was already approaching evening, and the room on the second floor of the Carrota clinic was now crowded with several people, and the already small room seemed even more cramped.

The house, which had been exposed to the sun all day, was filled with the warmth of the sun, and it remained as warm as noon when it was about to set. A slightly bitter aroma of herbs slowly emanates from the warm air, stimulating the consciousness to remain as awake as possible.

The glow of the setting sun is painted with a layer of flames, and even the small bottles that are hung from the beams seem to be dyed with the afterglow of the sun. The shadows of the people in the sunlight intertwined, and the figures of the two big men blocked almost all the light out of the window.

But it may be a bit inaccurate to say that there are a few "people" - since more than half of the members of the room are not human. Curt and Lizzie discussed in a whisper, and beside the two of them stood the owner of the clinic and his less disliked companions.

If someone who doesn't know the inside story sees this, he might have to pinch a cold sweat for the woman who collapsed on the bed - after all, this scene is a bit surreal. Gulnius, who were considered barbarians, and one of the few Lamian snakes in the Dominion, huddled together in the room, looking at the female archer in the hospital bed.

"I heard you right, Leinster, are you crazy - don't you think this guy's words can be trusted, if the words of such terrorists are to be believed, then some descendant of mountain apes should learn the most advanced technology!"

Curt had more or less expected her to react like this, and I was afraid that in her eyes, people who had been enemies only needed drugs to make them spit out the information. She never trusted anyone who tried to hurt her, even if it was just an accident.

When that eerie dream enveloped the city. She didn't seem to be affected by the spell, but just as she was about to check what was happening, the boy who had been in her house was nowhere to be found. There was no sign of anyone breaking in. The biggest possibility is that he chose to leave.

It is possible that he was affected by the spell and involuntarily left Hermia in the dream. This may also be an indication that spells only affect humans, but whatever the truth of the matter, the result is that her things have been stolen by some clever people, at least she thinks so.

In fact, when Curt told Sù that she had gotten a member of the True Eye, she didn't hesitate to take out a tube of colorless and odorless liquid from the medicine cabinet. It looked like an extract of some kind of venom, and the effect could be several times stronger than what Lizzie had simply boiled.

"I don't hate your half-way of doing things, though. But not this time. No matter what you say, I insist that she should be allowed to drink it and then tell her the so-called 'facts'. She looked at Curt. The eyebrows were furrowed together as if to express a complaint.

Hermia's tail wagged restlessly, and the crimson serpent's body swam slowly on the ground, as if to convey her inner tension. She seems to have been in this state ever since she was called to the clinic by Curt. The existence of the two Gulnius brought her a great sense of oppression.

Perhaps she had known that there was such a clinic run by Gulnius in the city. But he has been avoiding being associated with them. After she entered the building, although she was still looking around with some curiosity, as soon as she saw the two burly Gulnius, she immediately turned her eyes with a pale face.

When she arrives at the clinic, Lizzie summons her and the others to the female archer's ward and asks her to repeat to them what happened in the colony. While Lizzie can't guarantee that she's telling the truth, at least from her appearance, she's desperate to join forces with them.

Most of her companions were assigned assignments, although this gave Sain Democlus an opportunity. But it also saved the organization from being devastated as a result. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, the members sent out may not know his face. This exposes them to danger.

"As you know, now we have a common enemy, and he is more troublesome than we thought before. Leinster, Sein Democra, you all see how dangerous that guy is. "I feel like he's planning a very dangerous plan that, if he succeeds, might even destroy the entire Dominion of Osattaria." ”

The True Eye belongs to the Ultramarines, and this group says that the goal sought is merely the restoration of power - and that people are indispensable if this is to be achieved. A ruler rules because he has a people and land under his control.

They do cause chaos, but their fundamental goal is only to destabilize the rule of those who now have power, not to bring about ruin. After all, this is the prey they are going to take, and it would be pointless to destroy it completely - presumably the Empire will not hesitate to use its army at that time.

However, Sain Democra, though ostensibly subservient to the Ultramarines, sought more than money or power. After a period of observation, he was indeed a competent sorcerer, so what he sought was probably some more conceptual research result.

Curt had seen the slime he had seen before was the result of his research, and their pitch black as sludge could enhance the physical abilities of living beings and give them extraordinary rejuvenating powers. At the cost of ingesting the black mud, the person who ingested the black mud gradually lost their minds, and eventually became a marionette in the hands of Sain Democra.

Her idea was that Curt would use his connections to find the members of the True Eye who had broken away from the stronghold and unite with them. The Ultramarines' communication with the Eye of Truth may now be completely severed, so they have to focus their limited manpower on finding Sain Democras.

"That Democlus may be your enemy, and he may be our enemy, but that doesn't mean we can unite. Don't you forget what you did in this city, and now you still talk to us about cooperation? What are you kidding?"

Clearly, Hermia did not believe what the female archer said—in her opinion, the reason why Sein Democlera betrayed the Eye of Truth was simply because of the unequal distribution of the spoils. Since she is also a member of the Ultramarine Faction, she cannot be trusted, and she must be questioned carefully.

And when the information was out, the female archer was useless, and Hermia didn't have much interest in her life and death. It was his freedom to do with his captives as he pleased, and she had little right to say - if she did tell the truth.

The rest of the matter has nothing to do with the female archer, whether it's chasing down the members of the True Eye or looking for clues about Sain Democra. Hermia hadn't forgotten her identity, and in order to avoid her betrayal at a critical moment, it was better to simply let her lie on the hospital bed.

"Anyway, she claimed to be telling us the truth, so it would be fine to drink the potion and say it again - it wasn't poisonous anyway, and it wouldn't cause any troublesome after-effects. She grabbed the potion tube and shook it in front of Curt, "Since it's true, it's just to tell the truth again, and she has nothing to lose, doesn't she? ”

According to her, the tube of colorless and odorless liquid like distilled water is something similar to a confession, which can make people spit out a qiē they know without hesitation. This elixir does not leave any sequelae, and as long as you drink it, it will not take long for it to have an effect.

If she is innocent and willing to cooperate with them, then drink the tube and answer them a few questions to prove it. If the work of asking is given to her, it will probably not take a moment and a half for the female archer lying on the bed to pour out a stream of what should be said and what should not be said.

"Hmph, reptiles who don't know what honor is, only filthy fellows like you would use indiscriminate means to extract information from the enemy. ”

While Hermia was negotiating with Curt, the young Gulnius, who was standing beside Calrotta, suddenly said, "Since the time of our distant ancestors, you have been so filthy that you will only fight us with toxins and sorcery, just like your cunning kind. ”

He looked dismissive of Hermia's remarks, and looked contemptuously at her coiled snake body, if it weren't for Carlotta's side, he seemed to grab Hermia and tear her apart. Looking at the strong man's overflowing irony, Curt couldn't help but have a headache.

The conflict between Gulnius and the Lamian snake people has a long history, and they have also lived in conflict with each other for thousands of years. To put it mildly, the contradiction between the two races is difficult to resolve, almost to the point where water and fire are incompatible.

Although both are native to the Dark Continent, the inhabitants of the empire are more receptive to the Lamian snake race than the barely humanoid Gulnius. This may be due to the fact that the civilization that came out of Lamia was far superior to the internal division of the Gulnius tribe.

Although the Lamia snake race is quite rare, they established their own nation before they communicated with their surroundings. And their communication with the Empire is a manifestation of their intellectual abilities and mysterious pharmacological knowledge, and most of the inhabitants regard them as magicians, somewhat mystical beings.

Gulnius, on the other hand, was almost the opposite, their clan was far more numerous than the Lamian snake race, but they had always been in the midst of an internal division in the strict zhòng. No one could effectively rule these martial tribes, knowing that they were still scattered in the icy wasteland.

It's just a matter of how to deal with the problem of a "collaborator", but I didn't expect it to go wrong so quickly. Curt suddenly regretted calling Hermia to Carl Rota's clinic, but there was no way around it, and Lizzie had a plan that could only be achieved by her skills. (To be continued......)