[Emergency commission: Clear out the ship-cutting crabs]

[The reason for the parking of the Lao Xiangren was found out. It was a ship-destroying crab effect. I don’t know if it was the criminals who angered the ship-destroying crabs and led them to the vicinity of the Lao Xiangren, causing the ship-destroying crab effect.

The crabs began to encourage their kind to destroy the train. In addition to the destruction caused by the large number of ship-cutting crabs, there was also the proliferation of aquatic and amphibious monsters. A large number of monsters blocked the Fellowship.]

【This is a group crime.】

[The target is a swarm of about 30 ship-killing crabs, about 15 times the number of aquatic, amphibious monsters, and an unknown number of source-envoy criminals (the secret agents and rangers have not found any evidence or traces yet.

The article will be deleted after the commission is officially announced, please do not leak relevant information)]

[Cleaning up time, noon on Winter 15th.]

[Reward (this item is only open to secret agents and rangers. After the public commission, it will be reduced by 30% as the reward for the rest): 300 military rounds for each ship-cutting crab, distributed according to contribution; Dragon Flame Castle secret rock

Burning sugar; 5 elementary spells; 1 intermediate spell; refining salt crystals in Dragon Flame Castle.]

In the rest hall, a ranger was talking loudly: "Ship-cutting crabs are relatively gentle creatures. As long as they don't get close to the pond where they live, they will be fine. I'm curious about the geniuses of those criminal gangs who are irritating them.

The crabs taking their winter break. In a month or two these crabs will follow the homecoming line to warmer areas, where they will be gentler."

The criminal gang genius is eating ham and communicating with frightened eyes.

"Will they find out it was us?"

Gwen asked quietly.

"Won't."

Cursed Blade checked the witch card and said in a slightly trembling accent: "Don't talk nonsense, you guy. I didn't do anything. If you want to do it, you did it on your own initiative!"

"What?" Gwen was stunned for a moment and became furious, "Didn't you say you wanted to go?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, are you starting the history book again? You were the one who took the initiative!"

"I have a responsibility, don't you? Your principles are so weak? You just nodded to an invitation, right? Cursed Blade, you are such an irresponsible woman, disgusting and stinky (Utopia)

female)!"

The chat between the two was a bit like someone sleeping with another person and being irresponsible.

This argument made the people next to him cast strange looks.

The two of them quickly fell silent.

Cursed Blade controlled his emotions, remained silent for half a second, and said, "It's not suitable to talk outside. We'll talk about it later. Now you just need to keep your mouth shut."

"Where are Gray Tower and the others?"

Gwen asked worriedly.

It's not that I'm worried about them betraying me, but I'm worried about them slipping away.

This kind of thing has a history.

In order to avoid this kind of thing happening, should I go to another train with Curse Blade to take shelter? Maybe the secret agents in other places would be willing to accept me?

"Don't worry about them, don't worry about this matter, we just happened to meet it. Theoretically, a grain of sand falling on the ground can change the ecology of half of Utopia. But this change is too small and too subtle to be seen.

, this is the impact we have caused, or that is how we can justify ourselves."

…

What Gwen was worried about didn't happen.

Long Yan did not come towards them with his sword in hand, and first chopped off the squirrel's head with a knife... The commander of the Fellowship had other things to do. He frequently appeared in the library and the craftsman's room, Occasionally, I would go to the leisure area to perform "smoking while wearing armor". I saw the cigarette was stuffed into the helmet, and after a while, a wisp of smoke floated out...

It makes people wonder what is inside that suit of armor.

So far, the most outrageous guess is:

Under that armor is Cat Lantern! Cat Lantern drives the Dragon Flame Armor.

…

The person who made this argument was Ranger Carrie, so this guess is also called Carrie's conjecture.

She spoke openly in the lounge:

"Cat Lantern likes warm places, and Long Yan also likes warm places."

"Even a very ferocious Cat Lantern will pull its crotch from time to time, and even a very powerful Dragon Flame will sometimes cause pranks."

"Cat lanterns can float, and so can dragon flames."

"Mao Deng is very rich, and Long Yan is also very rich."

"So the equation holds, it's not so much Dragon Flame as it is Cat Lantern's Dragon Flame Mecha!"

…

At that time, Long Yan acted in a hurry. He almost wanted to draw out the Fire Sword of Eternal Calamity (information about one of Long Yan's source abilities revealed) and strike Kali with it. However, Kali was also a bitch, and after playing with Dragon Yan, she immediately He began to beg for mercy, asking Long Yan to spare his life for the sake of Mao Deng.

It can be called the second argument of Carrie's conjecture.

Long Yan had no choice but to wave his hand and tell her to get lost.

…

After Gwen saw the excitement, she began to prepare supplies with the spies.

The secret agents who cooperated with him were all impressed:

"It's really hard for Curse Blade to be your teammate. I didn't expect you to be so innocent. When you see what you want, you just stare at it blankly. If you buy something like this, can you still get a discount from Sukka?" "

Gwen, on the other hand, is not very capable of bargaining.

Just with this person standing there, everyone felt that they would be at a loss if they didn't take advantage of this young lady-looking guy.

In addition, Gwen's intentions for what she wanted were quite obvious. It can be said that the spies took him shopping, and as they were buying things, they realized that the budget was almost running out.

Then a strange scene happened——

…

…

Fellow Cafe.

Cursed Blade walked into the intelligence house cafe, which was specially used by secret agents to process intelligence.

At this time, her old acquaintance, the secret agent 'Tutuwal', an old secret agent with a bright gray long beard, was waiting for her. At the same time, he was sitting behind the table next to Tutuwal, with his hands on his thighs. Gwen looks very good.

"What happened? Why did you suddenly use the contact signal to call me?"

Curse Blade asked with a smile.

Tutuwal glanced at her, stroked the long beard on his chest with one hand, and looked at her with muddy but sharp eyes.

After a moment, he slowly said: "If you don't have candies and peppers ready for education, don't let others discipline you."

Cursed Blade shifted his gaze to Gwen and touched his forehead with one hand:

"Mind Flayer, what have you done?"

"I didn't do anything." Gwen was relatively innocent.

Tutuvar looked over and showed a smile that could barely be considered kind: "This child's eyes widened in silence when he saw anything, as if my granddaughter wanted that teddy bear. As a price, I was He extorted nearly 300% of the price to buy the teddy bear - now, this little Mr. Mind Flayer has done something similar."

Cursed Blade was stunned and took a long breath: "Sorry, I, my colleague is quite upright. He has not completed the training. He is a combat-oriented secret agent..."

"Okay, I'm not asking you to explain." Tutuval said, "It's not fun to act with the mind flayer, but it's enough that this kind of thing happens once. I hope you can train him well. If you can't

If so, give him some room to play, instead of asking him to spend time coming here to shop with us."

What the old man said makes sense.

For the first time, Gwen felt like she had met a soulmate.

…

Gwen was then taken back.

Cursed Blade had a slight headache: "Brother, brother, I really don't know how to arrange you. If I don't arrange you, other people will be working and watching you mess around, and they will definitely not be in a good mood. If I arrange you

, a simple task like shopping can cause the branch next door to call you five times in a row, and the head of the other branch will personally lead you to 'send'..."

Gwen also felt very innocent.

He spread his hands: "Sister, sister, I don't know how you arranged for me, but considering my frontal combat ability and infiltration ability, can you consider letting me engage in this kind of commission? Instead of doing it reluctantly,

There are differences in talent between people in this world, for example, they are not good at spells."

When Cursed Blade heard what he said, he understood and understood.

If Gwen hadn't been driven into a panic, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to say "not good at spells" which is equivalent to a forbidden word.

Cursed Blade hesitated for a moment and sighed:

"Mainly due to you, my brother."

"My credit?"

Gwen was curious about what credit she had.
To be continued...