As Lizzie and Mio Dustad enter the ruins of the village to begin their investigation, Curt is walking out of the garrison building.

Curt spent the night with the staff of the garrison for the corpses of the Slots and the "dryad attack" that was now present in a corner of the Old Town last night, until he had just re-recorded the written file at the request of a young security officer.

Grostide and the security officers who had been sent to the hospital by the toxins released by the dryads had not yet recovered to work, which greatly hampered the work of the garrison. As Curt moved around the building, he could see security officers who had to take on more work due to lack of manpower.

In the morning, he had gone to the municipal hospital to see the injuries of Grostide and others, and although the toxin had been removed, the damaged body still could not even hold a fist.

Facing the miserable appearance of the group of injured patients in front of him, he did not arouse anger in his heart, but only felt a trace of helplessness. Looking at the security officers around him who took time out of their busy schedules to visit their colleagues, they all gritted their teeth, but the helplessness in his heart became more and more obvious.

Anger is a feeling that has nothing to do with Curt, but it haunts most of the security officers. It's good to go the extra mile because of anger, but ...... If this kind of emotion bursts, it will turn into a deep sense of despair and powerlessness, and the resulting sense of burnout that pervades the whole body. Once this burnout builds up, it will lead to demoralization and a decline in overall effectiveness.

No dead appeared, which was already the best result. But in the face of the injured, the hospital also needs to spend more effort to take care of them – so that the physical and mental fatigue of the uninjured will continue to accumulate. If so. Isn't it in the hands of the other party?

Visiting Grostide who was slumped on the bed and Beate, who was barely able to move freely, Curt hurried away after telling them some information, not only the garrison, the mercenary management office and Dean François, but also the Slote gang group, they were all people who needed to be informed.

So he was busy for most of the day, and even the time he stopped was only when he used the phone to inform him of the information. Look at him, a mercenary, but busy in the garrison. Although many security officers didn't say anything, they also silently accelerated their actions. Finally, ten minutes ago. Curt was finally able to complete the pre-arranged operation and was finally able to leave the garrison's work building.

"Mr. Leinster, information on the actions of the organization with the 'blue eyes' logo you mentioned in your written notes. Do you really think this organization is trying to make a big move in Cutrice City......

The one who asked Curt was a young security officer walking not far from him. He was one of the people who had previously worked with Curt. Judging by the rank indicated on his badge, he was just a clerical clerk who had only been on the team for less than a year, and he was usually not supposed to be in charge of these tasks.

"It doesn't matter if I think so. Curt looked at the young security officer, who was constantly looking through the information he had just provided, and said in an emphatic tone, "The question is whether they really have such a plan - in fact, I suspect they have already carried it out." ”

The young guard was visibly reluctant to believe Curt's information, and even the other officer with whom he had asked Curt about it had been asked for information by a little bit of seniority had a look on his face when he heard Curt say that "there seems to be an organization that is preparing to clash with several of the forces in the Catrices", and he thought Curt was joking. And while Curt presents the evidence at hand. Their expressions are even richer.

It is not surprising that they would react in this way, after all, even Curt himself, who made such a speculation, found this inference a bit bizarre. But after a series of pitfalls yesterday. Curt could almost have determined that those "blue eyes" were a bunch of out-and-out lunatics.

They don't care about how many people will be affected by the plan, they only care about the success of the outcome. Assassinations, assaults, explosions...... These small-scale disturbances were only directed at the Slots, and the creation of toxin-spreading dryads in residential areas of all sorts of people didn't care about the area of influence.

Unscrupulous means to achieve the end, perhaps in the eyes of this group, except for their own people, they are ants that can be crushed to death at will. Allowing such groups to continue to operate in the Catrice is tantamount to allowing them to continue to threaten the safety of all those who live in the city.

So after the Scribes burned the dangerous dryad to ashes, Curt shared his information with groups that might be involved. Now is not the time for them to intrigue, and if they are allowed to continue to act, they may be able to grow tree spirits in the front square of the city hall in a few days.

This is by no means fanciful, because the other side is the kind of organization that has the potential to carry out such an attack. The goals of the Blue Eyes group are unclear, but they are almost always targeting civilians and civilian facilities, and their methods are extremely inhumane.

The situation is still unclear, but it is clear that the information on each side is not uniform, and the other side seems to have more information in their hands than they combined.

As a result, the supposedly more powerful forces are now divided into several groups dealing with their common enemy. The Blue Eyes may not be able to fight all of their opponents at the same time, but if they are just unorganized, they will easily play with them.

To break this situation, it is not necessary to unite the forces that the "blue eye" sees as a target, because they may not be able to resolve their own internal contradictions. All Curt needed to do was report some of the information that could be shared to them, who were still in the dark.

I have to say that the phone is really a cross-era light, and you only need to pick up the end of the tool to quickly convey the information to a distant place. The efforts of both magic and engineering have made many of the tasks that had previously been done by mages more accessible to ordinary people.

However, in a short time, the information that the garrison had integrated reached the ears of all the forces under the jurisdiction of the Catrice authorities. The reaction of the group that received Curt's information was mixed, but the one who reacted the most was Dean François, the wind of the twelve, who deeply understood the significance of this information.

"Nothing to the point of obscurity, this is a terrorist attack!" François said through gritted teeth on the other end of the phone, "It is an insult to the sorcerers for these madmen to use spells in such a position!

Terrorist attacks have been defined as a form of moral attack that targets but is not limited to civilians and civilian facilities. Since the end of the last war, such attacks have spread rapidly in the territory of uncivilized countries, and there seems to be a tendency to increase in intensity.

Almost all of these events were born in the middle of the old Big 6, and in the turmoil that broke out for various reasons, whether for reform or to expel foreigners, those rioter attacks would contain many ways of attacking that civilized countries would despise.

But for the citizens of the Empire, these attacks were just the business of someone else born in a distant foreign land, and had nothing to do with them at all. Most of these people who live in peace and daily life are concerned about their own lives, and they don't care about what happens to countries far away.

It is dangerous to feel numb to the possibility of a crisis, and the plot of this incident must have been to target the wave attack on an inconsequential small-scale attack. When they are thoroughly prepared, such an attack can be born everywhere.

This is part of the enemy's psychological warfare, and while tactically understandable, the planners will not put this tactic into practice if they have a shred of conscience. But in the eyes of those who attacked, they may be messengers of justice, fighting for their own goals.

After a brief conversation with the garrison's administrators, François said he would inform the sorcerers working in the staffing agency and ask them to check for abnormal signs of spells in the city. As soon as there is a situation, the garrison and the mercenary management will be notified so that they can send personnel to deal with it.

In order to maintain the normal life of citizens, such information needs to be controlled for the time being. Otherwise, if the citizens knew that there was a large number of high-level mages preparing terrorist attacks on the side of their couches, not to mention whether they could sleep peacefully, those hard-working mages would also have to bear the pressure of the public.

Originally, the people of various forces thought that it was just a few people with bad heads messing around - they didn't expect to come back to their senses and already have to face such a situation. This is no longer a trivial matter of the scale of an incident or a rebellion, and if it is not handled properly, it is likely to face a war.

While sighing, Curt walked slowly down the street. The citizens who didn't know that a "war" was about to break out right under their noses were still working diligently.

He always believed that plundering or being plundered, killing or being killed were enough as long as they were born in times of war. It is ironic that countries have only recently stepped on the scourge of war, but there are people who want to burn the hard-won peace in the future.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Curt Leinst?"

Suddenly, a young and cheerful voice came from behind Curt, and he turned around to see a young man in shabby clothes standing behind him with some timidity. He also held a large envelope with a brown cover in his hand. (To be continued!)

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