Originally, the goblin high-level mage planned to take advantage of the time when the Nagas were focusing on eating and drinking and gradually lost their vigilance to make another invitation to buy the "oil lamp". In fact, in order to solve the problem as peacefully as possible, Ferdinand had already set up a plan in his mind.
After setting a fairly sufficient budget framework, we were just waiting for Naga to open his mouth and kill it.
It's a pity that the three Balalaika brothers' eating appearance is really shocking and ugly. It's as if the three of them have never had a full meal in their lives, and they even have violent physical conflicts constantly trying to snatch the bit of minced meat in the soup pot.
, accompanied by all kinds of vulgar curses, disgusting laughter, etc., and there are many ugly things.
Therefore, Ferdinand weighed it again and again, but could not muster the courage to approach Naga.
Seeing that the diners were chomping away, it seemed that the battle could not be "solved" in a short while, so the high-level mage planned to take advantage of Naga's free time to deal with the interrogation of the human captives. Anyway,
Looking at the oblivious and gluttonous appearance of a few Nagas, one should not care whether there is a military court temporarily opened next to his dining table. In fact, if there are some scenes of torture and forced confession later, it may be more exciting.
Maybe De Naga has a big appetite.
"Come here, escort two humans in." Ferdinand turned around and said to the war iron fist next to him.
"Yes, Master."
Immediately, the golem pilot's voice came from inside the magic puppet, but it sounded extremely muffled and had a weird mechanical vibrato.
Soon, two human captives who were already turning blue under the cold night wind were escorted in step by step. They were none other than Moriarty and Gregory. And around their necks,
Each has a huge and hard metal hand holding it firmly. As long as anyone dares to make a slight move, the sad end of his body and head being missing will definitely be waiting for him.
"Hail, Master Ferdinand."
Although he was unable to move due to the iron fist of war, Moriarty still politely paid his first respect to the high-level mage.
On his left, Gregory looked downcast with a bitter look on his face, as if silently protesting that Moriarty had once again deliberately picked him out to carry out such a dangerous mission.
"Oh? Are you also a magic professional?"
Before, all the attention was focused on the magic lamp, so Ferdinand did not pay too much attention to the situation of the human prisoners. But now they were face to face at close range. There was no need to summon any detection spells, and the high-level mage quickly
I sensed the magical aura hidden on Moriarty's body. Although this aura has been suppressed and modified by the illusion cologne, it still cannot escape the perception of a master.
"Yes. I obtained the official mage qualification certification two years ago." Moriartitan's answer was quite technical.
"Well, he is really a human mage with a great future. He is so young and is already a first-level mage, which is really good."
In the magic industry, a newly promoted official mage usually needs three to five years of further accumulation before he can advance to a higher level, so Ferdinand naturally understood Moriarty's professional level as level one.
He immediately gave a half-hearted compliment.
"I am just a small and humble beginner, and only magic masters like you can be role models for us and other newcomers."
The courtesy was reciprocated, and Moriarty responded with words of admiration that were smooth and unusual. He heard the alchemist next to him wink, as if he had suddenly eaten a big fly.
"Since we are all mages, we might as well say something more straightforward among smart people." He nodded. Ferdinand began to slowly darken his face.
"Master, please speak."
"State your names and numbers, as well as the content of the mission. If you are willing to tell the truth, you will not have to suffer needlessly, and as a mage, you will also have the opportunity to leave a life and try to redeem it after the war.
own freedom.”
Ferdinand looked at Moriarty with burning eyes. At the same time, an invisible mental pressure was also poured over him.
As for Gregory, who looked like an ordinary soldier on the side, he was completely ignored by the high-level mage. Ferdinand could not lower himself to talk to a penniless ordinary soldier.
"My name is Bonda, and I belong to the Lille Brigade of the Azurite Legion. This time our mission is to sneak into the southern region and wait for an opportunity to destroy the goblin airship's maintenance workshop. The operation code is: 'North Wind'."
As if he was really willing to sincerely surrender and cooperate in exchange for a way out, or he didn't dare to hide anything under the eyes of a master, Moriarty explained it with an unusually straightforward manner, like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.
"Well. So which airship factory is your target? How did you cross the Yonville Valley to the south? What route do you plan to use to return to the north? Why did you and your men go so far into the deep south? You are
Is there any special mission? Tell me!" Like a barrage of questions, the high-level mage continued to ask questions quickly and sharply.
"My goal is Orange Cutting Field; we landed in Kentucky Bay by sailing ship two days ago. We originally planned to return to the north by ship after the battle; however, the ship that stayed in Kentucky Bay was discovered by you, and the sky
A large number of reconnaissance airships began to patrol again, so we had no choice but to keep moving towards the south."
Moriarty's answer was still fluent and without any awkwardness, but he quietly reported the achievements of the Three Flower Elves instead of Duoyun Town. Although this kind of pretentiousness could not be said to be perfect, it was enough to make a difference in a short time.
I got through it within a short period of time.
"Olanchet? Huh. Those idiots in the flying team couldn't even see such a large group of enemies walking across the ice continent for hundreds of kilometers! These derelicts should be sent to a military court!" Fei
Dinan immediately frowned and cursed fiercely.
"Unfortunately, the map we had was not complete enough, and we finally lost our way. Later, we happened to encounter a special force of your army. They were exhausted and captured, and were taken to Krupp late at night." Moriarty sighed softly.
After a breath, Tu Zi added.
"How many people did you send to the south this time? Besides Azurite City, who else was there?" Ferdinand asked again, suppressing his anger.
"There are personnel from each legion who have joined Operation North Wind, and there are even some external mercenaries. Because they were transported by different ships, and the confidentiality was extremely high in advance, I don't know the situation of other teams." Moriarty.
Answered honestly.
"kindness."
This explanation is reasonable, and Ferdinand also believes that grassroots soldiers who are just executors will not have the opportunity to know too many secrets.
"So, do you have anything else to say? Remember, the more you confess now, the better your chances will be to win understanding and forgiveness from Yugoslavia in the future."
After looking at Moriarty for a moment, the high-ranking mage could not think of how much more questions he could ask. After all, he was not a full-time military judge. However, due to certain conventions, Ferdinand finally used most of the interrogators.
Everyone uses the "confession and leniency" tactic, hoping to urge the other party to dig deeper and reflect.
"This..." Moriarty half-lowered his eyelids, seeming to be trying hard to think of any information that would help him win leniency, but he could not recall anything for a long time.
"In that case, then..."
The high-level mage's patience was not very good, and he did not intend to waste too much time on the human prisoners. Seeing that the other party really could no longer hold back any valuable information, he immediately prepared to order War Iron Fist to escort the two of them out again.
But at this moment, Moriarty suddenly raised his head and said, "Master, can I ask a question?"
"Huh? Tell me." Ferdinand looked at Moriarty strangely and said noncommittally.
"Is the ancient object that Naga took out outside the city just now the legendary 'magic lamp'?" Moriarty asked bluntly, as if he were a simple rookie mage with some extraordinary knowledge.
"you!"
As soon as he heard these words, Ferdinand immediately felt an uncontrollable surge of blood, as if a giant blower was roaring and pumping balls of explosive heat into his body.
Why does this damn human mage suddenly mention the word "magic lamp"!? If I give you a chance to speak, why don't you beg or recommend yourself to join me? Maybe if you are occasionally soft-hearted, you may be able to let it go.
.But now, in front of several Nagas, he openly admitted that the magic lamp came out, and even used stupid modifications like "legendary" to describe it.
At this moment, Ferdinand didn't even need to look back to imagine that the Nagas not far behind him must have heard everything clearly, and they must be cheering and laughing in their hearts.
And then if high-level mages try to find a way to get the magic lamp from their hands, the difficulty will undoubtedly increase a lot, and they may even fail.
Just when the furious Ferdinand was about to raise his hand and shoot a magic arrow to blow up Moriarty's head, Naga's proud laughter rang out from the side.
"Haha, this little broken lamp is called the 'Magic Lamp'! I just said it was dug out from that big tomb. How could it be a bad thing?" Chekhov seemed to be unable to hold back his joy at first.
Yelled loudly.
"Hey, I got it this time." On the side, Zhukov stuffed the remaining ham into his mouth, chewing the skin, meat and bones into dregs, while laughing again and again.
"Brother Ferdinand, let's not talk secretly. This little lamp is a rare good thing. If you want it, you can, but you have to show sincerity."
At this time, Tchaikov directly took out the magic lamp from his waist bag with his extremely greasy hands, and then gave the high-level mage a "wink" like a very competent hawker.
What a horse!? Agree to sell!?
Ferdinand looked at the three "extraordinarily shrewd" Nagas with dull eyes, as if he had won the lottery jackpot.
