Chapter 140: The Coming of Silence (7): Abandoned Outpost (Part 2)
"This is a deal, right." Brett's face was a little solemn, and the pain that suddenly appeared in his body made him frown, grit his teeth, and his body trembled involuntarily.
As a low-level officer of the empire and the captain of the Socra Committee's escort team, he did not want to show his weak and painful side in front of enemies, or traitors.
He has the pride of being a human being, the pride of being an imperial soldier, and the perseverance in the bones of a legion.
After thinking about it for about five or six minutes, Oliver chose to sit back on the broken leather chair. He bit the end of his pencil and carefully considered it for another minute or two before writing in Zhnese Empire script on the paper:
"Brett Klein, captain of the Z team of the "Silence's Arrival" operation of the Socra Guards, level 2 Red Earth. Human of Kusha, no magic power, the recommended price is 26,000-28,000 SGD."
Immediately afterwards, he threw the pencil aside on the ground, rubbed his red hair with his hand, and gave Brett an unexplained smile.
After that, he folded the paper twice more and put it into the inner pocket of his military green jacket. He stood up and walked quickly to Brett.
"I think this is a deal about 'hope'." Oliver bowed his head and said close to Brett's ear, which was stained with sporadic blood.
"'Hope'? Do you mean the Hope Church where you live? Or does it refer to something else?" Brett lowered his head and asked.
"Of course it's your 'hope'. You definitely don't want to be tied here, right? If our deal can be realized, you can return to the Imperial Army and I can return to the Church of Hope. Judging from the current situation
, any team, whether private or semi-official, must choose one of the two forces, the Church of the Lost and the Empire. Anyone who tries to fantasize about wandering between the two, wandering, or even offends both.
The forces will definitely meet a tragic end."
"So your purpose... ugh, your purpose is to surrender to the empire?" Brett guessed.
"Yes, but not entirely. By the way, my profession is [Twin]. From the moment I became the lost person's awakening profession, I have to experience two different lives, and live with one soul and two bodies at the same time.
Only by perceiving different powers. So after the [Deceiver] hypnotized me and induced me to enter the dream of the lost person, I derived the identity of 'Blue Hair'. I was called 'Red Hair' by Atwood.
I always thought my two bodies were twins." Oliver straightened up, walked behind Brett's metal chair, held the back of the chair with both hands, and said affectionately.
"[Twins]? Sorry, I'm not interested in the Lost One's profession, and the empire's superpowers... rarely talk about professions." Brett said impatiently.
"Even if you don't want to, I have to tell you." Oliver suddenly said viciously:
"[Twins] actually have to go through two parallel, completely different life trajectories before they can be promoted. It is extremely difficult for one soul to control two bodies and survive perfectly without exposing any information about themselves. Before.
It was because both bodies were in Atwood's hands at the same time, so I had to sacrifice the 'Blue Fur' one in the end and come here alone. And..." Oliver paused and said:
"Having lost a body, I have actually lost 70% of my magic power. Now besides relying on firearms to fight, I don't know what else I can control. And with my level and strength, it must be far easier to obtain those materials.
So I went to the church to find out the complete formula for myself. Not to mention the rumor that Kayas is dead, even Aaron, Dylan, or other members above the middle grade are not the ones I can predict at will."
"You are...realistic, or in other words, you really want to facilitate this deal, right?" Brett said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
After all, if you basically tell Brett your identity, strength, and current difficulties and weaknesses without any reservation, you must be ready to have a "heart-to-heart" conversation.
But then again, once Brett reveals that he is not willing to cooperate at all, he is likely to die in the hands of the lost man Oliver in front of him, not the "lone wolf" Wofkoski, or Su
In the hands of the Guerra city military station.
"Trade, of course, I think. In addition to your powerful strength, which many of our team members admire, I also want to go to the center of Silent Highlands, sneak into the bottom of 'Vita Water', and open the stone door to the existence of gods." Oliver
I said without hesitation.
"Do you know the gods? And the 'Vita Water'? These are the contents of the order issued by the committee to the escort team. I want to know how much you know...about the 'Daughter of the Tool Element'." Brett said it deliberately.
The name taboo of "Daughter of Mechanical Element".
He endured the stinging and tearing sensations in his body, slowly raised his head, and looked at Oliver in confusion.
"Since we both know similar information, I guess there is no need to exchange information. I will only say one thing, one thing I want to prevent, but I will only mention its name, if you and I have the same
For the purpose, I think we should reach a deal immediately, or even... form a team?" Oliver suggested.
"If that's the case, I agree to the deal." Brett nodded.
"What I want to say is..." Oliver bent down again and whispered in Brett's ear:
"'Blood Ritual', stop it."
"'Blood Ritual', versus 'Blood Ritual'." Brett suddenly let out a hearty laugh.
"Yes, that being said, I completely agree with this deal. So for you, is it possible to rescue Miyou?" Brett continued to ask.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is a trivial matter. The vampires are of no value to us or the empire. In addition to their stronger vitality, they do not have enough strength to fight against the Lost.
With the power of magic, it is difficult to fight against humans without enough knowledge of firearms, and it is difficult to maintain even 5% of the strength under the sun. To be honest, my elder brother said that in addition to wasting blood products, those vampires are not as good as a few
Chicken, at least it can add some protein to us." Oliver agreed jokingly.
"If you say that, I feel relieved. I can also promise you one thing, Oliver. As long as I can safely reach the southern military camp in the Silent Highlands, I can recommend you to join the imperial army to participate in the war. This will make it easier for us.
To contact the gods. I guess, since you can create clones... can I understand it like this? 'Clone'?" Brett asked.
"Are you talking about the other body of [Twin]? Yes, it's the clone." Oliver nodded calmly.
"In this case, after replenishing the magic source power, you can arrange for one of your clones to go to the Lost One and enter the center of the highland from the southeast, and you and I can enter the center of the highland from the west and south with the help of the advancement of the imperial battle.
.
From what I understand, the focus of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still on the war itself. As long as we can enter the highlands before other escort teams, we can have the first-hand power to detect the gods. But there is one more thing," Brett's
There was suddenly a hint of sadness and loss in his tone:
"I must know clear information about Wright. He disappeared out of thin air in front of me in the lake of Donusk. The order of the Socra Committee asked me to monitor him. I must confirm it before entering the center of the highland.
Is he still alive?"
"Is he the young man who surged with magic power to form a shield to resist the explosion?" Oliver asked with interest.
"That's right." Brett's eyes suddenly became firm and he said:
"He is the key to opening the realm of the gods in the Silent Highlands, and he has the power of the apostle of the gods.
In fact, he probably didn't know that the Socra Committee was monitoring him everywhere. The committee knew about Nader's death in the underground tunnel, his making a coat of arms in the hut, and his meeting with Aaron in Chekavsk.
Moreover, George, the old general of the committee, has already implanted a tracker in his arm that can work when it comes into contact with the power of the magic source. I don’t think he will die easily, but we must find it before the other members of the convoy arrive on the battlefield.
he.
If we find him later than April 20, I'm afraid he will already be under the control of the committee by then," Brett analyzed.
"But we can't return to Donusk." Oliver said with a distressed look on his face:
"I can only find a way to kill the team members guarding outside, and take you to drive the chariot through the 'twilight forest' not far ahead and into the high ground. I definitely can't find someone."
"The Female CEO's Almighty Soldier"
"Actually, Oliver. The committee's tracker also has the ability to influence thinking subconsciously. And I made an agreement with him to cross Donusk and enter the Silent Highlands. He should keep his promise and find ways to get here."
"I think if he really comes out of the ruins smoothly, after entering the highlands, he will know the location of the legion station and the escort camp after a little communication with a few legion soldiers. Then only a small device will be needed.
Can detect his location." Brett explained.
"By the way, Brother Brett. I remember you said yesterday that Wright is your best comrade. Does this behavior of yours count as... protecting him?" Oliver asked with some confusion.
"Of course." Brett nodded, sighed and said:
"That's assuming he's still alive."
"Haha, alive." Oliver smiled lightly.
He cautiously looked around the empty, factory-like room. After making sure that no one could come in, he pulled out a dagger with a steel luster from his ankle. After repeated gestures, he cut through the restraints with just one strike.
Brett's rope gave his huge body limited freedom.
"It was originally a simple transaction to release the vampire boy and the magic potion formula. Now it seems that we have added a lot of other content to it. In this way, we are not just a 'business' relationship, but also
The possibility of becoming a collaborator." Oliver said with emotion.
Upon hearing this statement, Brett did not respond immediately. Instead, he moved his somewhat stiff upper body and said slowly:
"There is 'justice' in your heart, and there is 'responsibility' in my heart. As long as there is an existence that can stop the conspiracy of the Socratic Committee, regardless of identity, I am willing to call you and them...comrades."
"Comrade... a noble title that was circulated in the Crusted Empire before. Yes, comrade means a like-minded person. By the way, you can bring this with you. It will be regarded as the deposit I paid for this transaction."
Oliver said as he trotted quickly to the place behind the metal square table where many messy wooden boxes were stacked.
He glanced over several open boxes marked with numbers in Western Continent's common language, and looked at the one at the bottom made of mahogany. It was half covered with thick dust, but there was a brass combination lock in the middle.
A small box in a clean area.
Then, he flipped the combination lock skillfully so that the numbers on it stayed at "9-9-6".
Click! Click! Snap!
There was a clear sound. Oliver pulled out the wooden box and opened the lid. He took out a thumb-sized object inside, and a camouflage color that was more than thirty centimeters long. At first glance, it looked like a "powerful type".
pistol.
"What is this?" Brett sat on the chair and stretched his neck to look curiously.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is the sequence monster, MB-105: Mithril Blood Drop. This pistol is the 'White Bear' pistol, a new type of firearm famous for its power. It should be the last one
It was shipped from the Putoa Federation via sea route in May. Your firearms, including the howitzer, have been taken away by your eldest brother Vovkosky, so now this pistol is prepared for you." Oliver.
Smiling, he lifted the "White Bear" pistol onto the metal square table with some effort.
Brett looked at it instantly and realized that this gun had nothing to do with his name. After all, if it was related to "white", the color must be mainly silver or white.
If you don't look at the lightning and bear patterns engraved on the top of the firearm, Brett feels that there is not much difference from Wright's "Crazy Bear" pistol in terms of structure. In his opinion, it should be designed by the same "gunsmith"
product.
"By the way, Brother Brett. As for the pistol, I think you'd better not hold it in your hands now. I suggest you feel the power of 'Mithril Blood Drops' first. If your spirit can resonate with it even a little bit,
, you can drip blood and get some extraordinary abilities. By the way, the blood of different types of magic source power, or different races, or even people with different identities, has different effects."
Oliver said as he handed the "Mithril Blood Drop" to Brett.
"Feel...power? To be honest, I really don't want to come into contact with sequential monsters if it's not necessary." Brett complained.
He carefully observed the sequential monster in his eyes that was about the size of a finger, had a silvery luster, and was surrounded by small, fast-moving "little snakes" emitting red light. The whole thing looked like a large water droplet.
After thinking for two seconds, he held it tightly in his hands and tried his best to imitate the superpowers in the army and use his mental power to sense it.
But at the same time, there was a loud noise near the metal cover in the corner of the large empty room.
Oliver quickly turned around and saw two very familiar military green figures emerging from under the cover.
"Brother Brett, hurry up and get your hands on your back. Hurry up and pretend you are still bound. Someone is coming!"