Chapter 420. It Was Stupid!
Without a doubt, Char''s questions were like a mountain in front of everyone.
"This is Blue Moon County. The guards in the city are still under Prisilia''smand, and this doesn''t include the Expeditionary Army from Surseus that she brought with her.
"Let''s do a simple calction. Even if all the officers present are at their peak, Prisilia''s power is still more than fifteen times that of you defeated soldiers... if you can assimte all of your own people, that is to say, if all of the beast elf guards of the Blue Moon County join the Dark Moon Knight Regiment, then the gap will be reduced to a single digit, or about eight times."
"So, after you''ve prepared your hot blood, are you ready to let it ssh on the enemy''s weapon?"
Char was cold and mean, arrogant and presumptuous.
However, this gesture was very convincing.
This was the attitude of the strong.
After the hot-headed and emotional decision was made, the cold and cruel reality was ced in front of him, as if cold water had been poured on his enthusiasm.
The Beast Elves present calmed down one by one, and the officers behind Joshua also began to consider the current situation.
There was a scale in everyone''s heart that measured gains and losses.
The best oue was to let others bleed while I enjoy the good fortune. Humans were selfish, and the vast majority of sacrifices and risks went against human nature. It was a light that bloomed when one broke through one''s own insignificance.
Putting aside the difference in power, individuals who possess this trait that we call the spirit of sacrifice are extremely rare.
However, fortunately, it could be inspired, nurtured, and spread its noble qualities to infect more individuals.
This group of people in front of him was still far from it.
"What should I do?"
The moment there was a question, everyone immediately panicked. Simr whispers came from the crowd, and their eyes shot like sharp arrows to the Prince for help.
It could be seen that there were many cowards who wanted to retreat.
Stupid!
Greed!
Joshua was cursing at this group of lowlifes in his heart.
What they wanted was freedom and dignity, but they did not want to pay the corresponding price. How was that possible?
However, he could not curse out loud.
The character had already been established and could not be abandoned easily.
ording to the script, it should be Shaya''s turn to step up and solve this problem, but this guy was only pointing out the problem and greatly intensifying the conflict, while he himself was acting like he was watching a show...
Detestable!
Did this vengeful fellow''s revengee so quickly?
How could Joshua not know that this was Char''s little counterattack against his hesitation?
Besides, this was his n from the very beginning-to turn this ce into a meat grinder for the Blue Moon. Whether it was his own subordinates or the beast elf militia, they would all be involved in this war because of his means. Once blood and conflict began, they would be driven by hostility and desire and would not be able to stop.
This was also the stupid n that Char had scolded.
"Don''t worry about this, everyone. We won''t fight prisilia head-on, because that would be too... It''s too stupid."
When he said this, he gritted his teeth as if he had swallowed a fly.
Char felt pretty good.
He immediately took over the conversation with a smile.
"That''s right, the Prince is right. How could anyone think of letting you fight against a force dozens of times stronger than them? This was just f*cking stupid! The farmers in Laxi County can''t even think of such a stinky idea with their stinky feet..."
Joshua''s eyelids twitched, and his smile became even more forced.
"Just as His Highness the Prince said, my Lord''s goal is the same as yours to a certain extent."
Char looked around, then changed to a higher-up voice.
"We''re here to settle a personal grudge with Lady Prisilia."
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of relief around them.
"So that''s how it is..."
"So you''re an ally. I was worried for nothing..."
"No wonder His Highness the Prince is so at ease..."
However, there was nock of doubts from the rational mind.
"If I may ask, how would you like to settle your personal grudges?"
The questioner was Cecil, who was once the Prince''s chief advisor.
He and hesier were the left and right arms most trusted by Joshua. Ability aside, their loyalty had definitely been tested.
"This is the next step of the n."
Char smiled at him.
An hourter, Tully and the others crawled out of the secret passage that had been blocked.
There was no doubt that the only one who could clear this secret passage was Prince Joshua''s giant Python, the little cutie.
"How troublesome. If we have to crawl back, why did that guy ask us to block the entrance?"
A Beast Spirit muttered in dissatisfaction, "I''ve had enough of that guy who thinks he''s the smartest in the world. Does he think he''s an omniscient God who can guess everything?"<novelnext></novelnext>
"Shut your mouth, Sophocles."
Tully snapped, and Sophocles could only shut his mouth resentfully.
It was fine if the stupid beast elf did not know, but Tully knew better than anyone else...
The shadow servant, who had yet to reveal his name, was indeed unable to be omniscient, but it was precisely because of this that he had asked them to block the entrance.
The reason they needed to clear this secret passage and return was because they had all pledged their allegiance to Prince Joshua and be his spies.
However, what if he did not agree?
He shuddered at the thought.
This group of idiots might never understand what kind of terrifying existence they were being dominated by... The phrase ''the ignorant are fearless'' was used to describe this group of people.
In the past, Tully would have felt dejected about his sobriety and powerlessness and would have felt the cruelty of the world.
However, he waspletely dominated by the desire for revenge.
In order to avenge Toure, he was willing to sell everything he had.
The group of people walked out of the mine in a scattered manner. Except for the increased number of stone mosquitoes, everything in front of them had not changed.
However, his state of mind had already turned upside down.
"Boss, what are we doing now? Did that Lord give any instructions?"
The assistant came over and asked.
When they left the alchemy room, Char assigned the team of people in the mine to Tully, who was also alone with him for a while and received a lot of instructions.
Tully raised his head to look at the small Magic Moon in the sky. The blinding light made him squint his eyes, and Char''szy voice rang in his ears.
"The small Magic Moon was essentially a variant of the Morning Star Spell. Thetter required continuous casting, while the former was apound of alchemy tools and scrolls. Unlike the thing above the city, the mine was also bound to the vision spell, which observed and recorded everything it saw...
"The blue crystal mine that you''ve collected has provided it with energy. Once the energy is insufficient, or the magic construction of the moon itself is attacked, the response mechanism on the scroll will be triggered, causing it to be separated from the energy source and fly back to the builder... It was the hand of a certain mage from the Blue Moon County.
"So, if you want to delete this video of you guys mysteriously disappearing without disturbing the caster, you know what to do, right?"
That Lord really knows me well...
Tully sighed and took out the half of the anti-magic shackles that Char had given him.
Other than his identity as a soldier, he had also been a pirated supplier, and the target of his piracy was his favorite song, ''The Song of Silver Oak'', Miss Yuli.
As a descendant of the Holy Tree, Yuli Freya naturally did notck money. Her poetry collection was just a gift that she hadpiled out of interest. It was circted in a small circle of nobles, and over the years, the total number of poems was less than a hundred.
However, it was also because of this that such a booklet was sold for a sky-high price in the ck market of surthus.
What Tully was reading was not the original of the poem collection. It was a bookpiled from some hearsay poems and sold under the name of the ''The Song of Silver Oak''. The printing was terrible, and there were a lot of grammatical errors and smuggled goods. Tully, as a fanatical fan, was very dissatisfied, as if his goddess had been defiled.
Hence, he decided to take the field himself.
Naturally, he would not be like those inferior suppliers. What he wanted to make was an imitation of the real product, and a high imitation! It was a high-quality product!
Tully had a unique skill that seemed useless to others. Although his attainments in inscriptions were not even at the beginner level, because of his sharp sense of smell, he had studied ink and rune pens.
All of Surseus''s encryptedption was just an anti-counterfeit symbol added by a high-level inscription master in the spare time of his main work. It would self-destruct when it was cracked by force, and also protect the author''s signature from being removed...
These inscribers might not have thought that the ink that they had casually mixed would actually be reverse deduced by someone''s nose and thus cracked.
With this unique skill, Tully, who was fortunate enough to witness the real work, produced arge number of high-quality imitations of poetry. He used the money to make tuhr a shadow servant and fantasize about a beautiful future.
Unfortunately...
Tully''s biggest secret had been revealed, and he was both scared and grateful to Char.
After all, Char had also helped him keep his secret and save face in front of his idol.
That was why he was so grateful to Char.
Now, it was time for him to use his unique skill to repay her.
Tully followed Char''s instructions and turned on a dim light to check the flow of mana when they arrived at the storage room of the blue crystal ores.
Under the illumination of the dim light, the entire room was shrouded in a dark purple color, but the magic threads flowing in the air were extremely dazzling.
Sure enough, the magic power gathered towards a certain spot on the floor.
Tully pried open the floor, revealing an unrolled scroll.
As time passed, the ink on the scroll slowly grew, as if everything captured by the moon above was recorded in words.
"Rock lizard blood, Tea Musk Leaf, Grinding Dust of The Glowing Stone..."
As the ingredients were identified one by one, Tully''s expression became more and more strange.
This percentage... It was exactly the same.
In the end, he finally confirmed that the inscriber who wrote the scroll in front of him and the one who encrypted miss Yuli''s poetry collection... It was the same person!
On second thought, the encryption of the poem collection was also very sloppy. The inscriber was not even willing to mix new ink, but directly used the materials he used to make the scroll...
Perhaps this is really the Night Lord''s arrangement. It saves us the process of finding the materials to make the potion.
With that thought in mind, Tully first pierced a corner of the scroll with half a chain, then took out the ink he had brought with him an unused tool.
He carefully dripped the ink on the source of the ink stain on the scroll, and then gently wiped away all the writing that he had already written.
A scroll''s working principle was to finish the work after all the ink was consumed, and then the content of the record would be fed back to the creator. Now that Tully had erased this part of the record and added ink, it was equivalent to deducting a period of time and then adding enough avable time.
The next thing to do was to let it record a good show and then stop.