Although I thought about the hard times I had gone through, I still couldn't accept that there was a Source Beginner beside me who had jumped to C level in just over three months.
But the eldest young master still shook his head and looked at the opposite side, who was probably surprised that there was suddenly a C-level Ye Sheng in their night game, and he gave a confident smile.
"Or tell me the real reason why you want to give up victory in the National War?"
After the eldest young master said these words, everyone else recovered from the shock of Fangran's promotion. Although the reason Ye Sheng said before was very reasonable,
But they still felt that it was impossible for Yesheng to give up victory in the national war so easily.
Not careful, just understanding.
Unexpectedly, his previous reasons would be undermined by Fangran's sudden promotion to C level. Ye Sheng glanced at it because he was talking about business.
So the alchemist covered his mouth to control Fangran, who looked like he had been kidnapped, and then fell silent for a moment,
He closed his eyes and shook his head gently, his burgundy hair swaying.
"Sorry, I can't say."
"Okay, let's change our thinking. What should we do if we really want to give up the victory in this national war?"
As if he guessed that Ye Sheng would not tell the real reason, the eldest young master spread his hands and smiled. He had experienced many battles at the negotiation table. This problem would not trouble him.
"The preparations on the European side have almost been completed. Do you want us to simply not participate in releasing the pigeons on the opposite side?"
Hearing what he said, Ye Sheng also felt a headache. From the time she received the call, it was already too late.
It is impossible for them to face the Royal Court, which is already prepared for a national war, which is the largest official organization that unites local forces in several countries and represents the European Union, and makes such ridiculous and unreasonable statements as "we give up."
"The national war will continue as usual, but I hope everyone can give up the idea that they must win, and just stop there with a normal and peaceful mentality..."
"That means we still have to appear, right?"
But before Ye Sheng could finish speaking, the eldest young master leaned back and spread his hands, as if he had waited for something he wanted to hear.
"That's fine then."
"No, what I mean is that you don't have to force yourself to the extent of pursuing victory."
As if he had guessed the eldest young master's plan, Ye Sheng said something helplessly, and saw him smile. He looked like he had no intention of giving up at all, and would definitely try his best in the battle. He spoke in a frivolous tone:
"But it's up to us to judge the extent. Of course, only we know whether we push ourselves or not."
"etc..."
"Yesheng..."
Seeing this, Ye Sheng was anxious and seemed to want to say something more, but Su Su beside her gently held her hand and looked at her gently, which made Ye Sheng stunned.
"Everyone knows that you have reasons that you can't say, but, Ye Sheng, our night bureau is a whole, there is no reason for you to bear everything alone."
"Xusu, listen to me, this national war is really..., in short, we can't let everyone be affected by my desire to win..."
"Who said you're the only one who wants to win?"
Ye Sheng, who originally wanted to try harder to dissuade everyone, was stunned when he heard Su Su's words with a gentle smile.
"When you choose to join a force, you will naturally have a corresponding sense of belonging and honor, so you will naturally want to win the national war."
When Ye Sheng said these words, he saw that the recovery that had always been the most calm and natural became slightly serious and calm, and he said some words with a bit of gunpowder.
"I also want to win the national war."
"That's right, it's not just Sister Sheng who wants to win the national war,"
Su Qun looked at the Tang Dao Daosui he had put aside, and raised his gaze to look into Ye Sheng's eyes.
"Every one of us wants to win."
"It's just that, hey, I have long disliked those guys in Europe. They are all self-proclaimed aristocrats with little strength, but they have a very high airs."
Fang Shu, who was saying this while using a strong man-lock, showed an obvious contemptuous ridicule on his face, making Fang Ran, who was locked in his arms, stare at him speechlessly, thinking that this guy must be because of his current A
The level has therefore expanded.
"So, Ye Sheng, just give up. This national war is not just about you alone, and in the final analysis..."
Listening to the words of others, the eldest young master raised his chin in an imposing manner and said something that was no less deserving of a beating than Fang Ran just now.
"I have what I want, and I have never experienced such a failure since I was a child."
Then, he was instantly hit by Mucheng’s ‘disgusting blow’ with half-open eyes and a calm tone of voice...
"Wow...it's really a standard speech for a playboy villain..."
"Can I shock him..."
"Hey, those two over there, I heard it."
...
Seeing everyone in the night game gathered in front of him, smiling and saying these words to himself, Ye Sheng suddenly felt a little dazed and stunned.
Then Hua Ling held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to lend her strength to get rid of her anxiety.
"Sister Sheng, we will definitely win this time."
Seeing this scene, Fangran also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
Well, that's not bad...
"Okay, okay, it's time for us to discuss the tactical arrangements for the national war."
He clapped his hands, signaling to move on to the next topic. The eldest young master glanced at Emma behind him. The cold iceberg beauty nodded slightly, and then a mechanical glimmer flashed in his eyes.
The device in the corner of the rest area on the second floor of the villa lights up, and a large virtual wall screen is projected.
"If Brother Fang Ran takes part in the C-level battle, it should be an aristocratic duel like the last A-level battle where the other party sent one person."
"The C-class members sent by the EU Royal Court this time should not change. They are still Leonidas, Neil and Edgar. But objectively speaking, with Fangran's strength as he has just entered the C-class, he will not be able to compete with any of them.
It’s probably very difficult to win.”
Su Qun made an analysis objectively and calmly. At the same time, the appearance of three European participants appeared on the virtual projection wall, and various collected information was displayed in detail next to it.
Just listening to Su Qun's words, the eldest young master was slightly ashamed and speechless:
"For a newcomer who has just awakened for more than three months and is already C-level, Suqun, do you still want to ask Fangran to win one for you..."
"Uh-huh!"
Fangran, whose mouth was covered by the alchemist, could only make a terrible sound of "Ouch". He was completely unable to express his opinions. At the same time, he looked at the three handsome and different foreigners on the virtual wall in a daze.
They are the opponents that their country will face in the war...?
"Anyway, let's just give Fang Ran some experience. Let's go through the C-level battle, and what comes next is the most important event."
The eldest young master picked up the coffee cup and snapped his fingers. The information on the screen changed and three European participants appeared again!
"This time, it's me, Magician and Mu Cheng who will be participating in the B-level battle. Are you two okay?"
"No, by the way, can I take back the games and consoles in my room that I don't have?"
Mucheng, who was watching coldly next to Fangran, still answered concisely and clearly, while adding his own desires and requests without any politeness.
"I'll have someone pack it up and send it over for you,"
To understate the aura of a rich man, the young master drank his coffee and looked at the magician on the other side.
"What about you, Magician?"
"Haha, are we going to compete with Western participants again? It's really exciting."
Under the neat suit, the magician's mature and elegant face smiled slightly, making people instantly feel extremely reliable. The young master looked at this one of the few people who could make him feel less masculine, shook his head and laughed:
"I think Ignat, who was 'defeated' by you in the last national war, will definitely not think so."
"By the way, haven't there been any new personnel joining the EU Royal Court in the past few years?"
On the other side, Hua Ling looked at the familiar faces on the virtual wall and raised his beautiful and delicate eyebrows.
"Probably not. After all, it is difficult for members of the official force to join without being known to the outside world. We exclude the possibility that the other party also has members who have improved their ranks like Xiao Qingning,"
"The personnel of the other side in this national war should not change. Emma, is there any information about new members joining the EU Royal Court in recent years?"
After hearing Hualing's question, Su Xus looked at the three B-level participants of the European Union Royal Court on the screen.
In the last national war, they all lost to the members sent by the Night Bureau. They expressed their judgment at the same time,
He looked at Emma, who had been standing quietly behind the eldest young master. Although he had told her not to care about her identity, she always kept silent on such occasions.
"In all the information that can be found on the night network, there is no news of new members joining the royal court."
Unlike the somewhat mechanical voice in the night game, Emma's actual words are the same as those of ordinary people, only slightly unemotional and calm.
"Then will I have to face that troublesome guy Chris again this time..."
For some reason, when he said this, Mu Cheng, who was wearing a small cloak, sounded an octave grayer than usual.
Her eyes were as dry as dead, causing Jota beside her to whisper:
"There's nothing we can do about it...Sister Chengzi, your ability is that of the legendary King Arthur in Europe...and his is that of the Knights of the Round Table..."
"Little squatter, you're so annoying, shut up."
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"But having said that, most of those who are willing to join the official organization of the Royal Court are indeed those who have the spirit of noble chivalry engraved in their bones."
"So we can't rule out the possibility that the other party thought that they lost to us in B-level and C-level last time and even won in the end, so they wanted to regain the honor this time."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?"
While continuing to forcefully lock the man down, Fang Shuzhi twitched his lips and sneered. As if he understood the man very well, he spoke out his opinion.
Fang Ran, who was still covering his mouth in his arms, looked at him with wide eyes, making Gou Yu on the other side feel slightly ashamed.
Captain, the shock in your heart that 'you can actually make such a reliable guess' is written on your face...