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"Okay, Nancy, you bad guy!

Emma Bernard bared her teeth and groaned like a big fat cat that saw a mouse, and she dangled in the air with a basket in her hand.

The village chief's daughter and the big girls sped up, and the menacing women's army was like a herd of bulls with their tails lit, so frightened that Nancy clung to the trunk of the tree and did not move.

Anyone would think of doing this kind of thing, Nancy thought of it, and Emma and her followers thought of it. They had hurried along with their bread, and sure enough, they had caught Nancy, and now the girls were surrounding the mulberry tree, and the voices of other children could be heard in the distance—and the army of breakfast had come.

Nancy gave up her plan to escape, and the big girls wanted to make her embarrassed, and she couldn't escape, so what else could she do?

A little childlike prank is about to take place, and the actors who are ready to play the mischievous villains, the onlookers, and the fearless protagonists who are ready to take on the tease and ridicule are all in place, but the script has been replaced.

It does not show any warning, but strictly adheres to the designer's timetable, and the change comes on time.

The empty baskets fell to the ground one after another, and the odious laughter was interrupted. Nancy looked at Emma in surprise as she stood still with a blank face, and she didn't know how many sankans had fallen out of the basket.

The little friend who rushed to the mulberry forest was also dumbfounded, looking at Emma who was still laughing to give the wild girl Nancy a second ago, and after being silent for a few seconds, she began to shake her head wildly, muttering broken thoughts that no one could understand. Then the innkeeper's daughter, Apani, and the butcher's daughter, Azima...... One by one, they all began to dance as if they were fascinated.

There was no time to be surprised by the frantic behavior of the girls, and a few more children joined in, and although the rest did not go berserk, the dizziness and nausea made them unable to stand.

"Oh my God!

"The Horned Demon!"

"I'm flying! I'm flying!"

"Grandma, aren't you in heaven?"

"There are so many butterflies...... Red...... Green ......"

Laughing, sobbing, howling-

The child, who is in a state of frenzy, has a strange expression and describes what he sees incoherently. They don't know what they're saying or doing, and they're unconsciously at the mercy of the flying phantoms. The rest of the children collapsed on the ground and shuddered at the strange performance.

"Wait, I'll call your lord!"

Ignoring the scattered Sangkan, Nancy helped the child who could still think normally to sit under the mulberry tree, and rolled up her skirt and ran towards the village as she spoke. Several girls cast a glance at the back of the fast-running away.

A flash of doubt. They immediately began to care about when the adults would be able to arrive.

There's no way they can know. The call for help will come very late.

Nor could they have known how horrible the peaceful village had become.

The streets were filled with frenzied farmers and farmers, some crawling back and forth on all fours like animals, some going around in circles. Many more are convulsing in their own homes.

Epidemic?or...... Some kind of curse?

People in anguish make speculations about sudden disasters. In the midst of uncontrollable panic, people rushed around, grabbing the priest's sleeve and asking the overwhelmed fat old man for an intelligible answer, to explain and quell the unknown.

Moving away from the telescope, the young man of the village of Galluischer, who was silently derogatory, wrote a line of elven text on the stone slab.

"Outbreaks began in the villages of Garuische and Shakel, and the first stage of symptoms began to appear. ”

The elven youth paused his pen and let out a sigh of relief after confirming that the numerical code words and segment interval symbols on the stone slab were correctly written. The white fluorescent numerals disappear one by one from left to right, and in the upper half, three sets of gears are spinning, and small yellow lights marked with letters are flashing non-stop.

This is not a drawing board, nor is it a diary. Rather, it is called a new magical machine, a new type of messaging tool similar to the Communication Gem, which is made in Alfheim.

When the elven youth writes the numbers on the stone tablet, the paired sensors thousands of miles away begin to work in sync after receiving the Mana reaction, and the Resonance Jewels will write the same number messages on the roller paper. The receiver will convert the numbers into text messages according to the key book of the month and submit them to the next level. This is how the whole intelligence and communication system works.

On this basis, the military-type Enigma machine has strengthened the communication distance and security function, not only the sending and receiving of information is clearer, but also there are three sets of encryption rotors with different digital arrangements in the process of sending messages for mechanical encryption. According to the communications office at Stasy headquarters. Under the protective clothing, the opponent intercepts the message. There's no way to know what the hell is going on.

The great consul, however, did not seem to be reassured enough of this seamless communication device, and personally ordered that the key be changed once a month, that is, a novel or a biography, and that in the preface a few sets of numbers that only Stasi's informants could understand, and told them to combine them according to the number of pages, paragraphs, lines, words, etc., and then use numbers instead of phrases to send messages.

The Communications Department was a little unhappy with this order, in their opinion, it was undoubtedly the most secure communication device in the world, not to mention that humans and orcs did not know about this kind of storage, and even if they knew, it would be impossible to decipher it in the face of a perfect encryption system, and there was no need to change the one-time password every month to increase unnecessary workload.

Lieutenant Gernhard Albert, Stasi's field intelligence officer, smiled wryly, put aside the unrelated matters of the mission, and peered intently through his binoculars to peek into the village, recording and reporting to Stasi's headquarters the results of his months of hard work like a morning glory diary of a schoolboy.

The village has long been in chaos.

About 2 hours after breakfast, there was a large-scale outbreak in the village. Looking at the crazy crowd dancing with their hands, and the sick people lying on the bed board and being carried to church by their families, and looking at the crowded chapel, there is occasionally a crazy laugh or two in my ears. The lieutenant, who had been busy for most of the year, did not feel the joy of a sense of accomplishment at all, but only a tingling of his scalp.