Hiding in the darkness of the forest was none other than the beautiful female teacher Jeanne and her friends from the Restoration Church, a group of nine people.
The place where they were hiding looked a little blurry, as if it had been blurred, and it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, which was a little hazy.
This is obviously the effect of some extraordinary power. It is by virtue of this magical cover that they were not discovered by Rohr and the people of the United Kingdom. Otherwise, there would probably be a few more people who announced their retirement from the archaeological world tonight.
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"Your Excellency Jeanne, what should we do now?"
One of the people accompanying him asked, looking a little weird and embarrassed.
The group of them who came to such desolate mountains in the middle of the night were definitely not here to strike for gold, but to attack the archaeological team of the United Kingdom.
As a result, without taking any action, the archaeological team's camp was already ablaze, and there were heavy casualties in a flurry of chaos.
"Your Excellency Jeanne, do we want to take action?"
Another person asked.
But Jeanne seemed a little distracted, as if she was thinking about some serious question, and she never answered.
Tonight, she changed out of her rural female teacher's outfit and wore a set of silver-white armor. The style looked very ordinary and unreliable. Not only did she reveal a pair of round shoulders, the skirt was also very short.
There is a large gap between the kneepad and the kneepad...
She could only wear an extra pair of black stockings to cover her thighs, but they formed an absolute area of whiteness with the hem of her skirt, making this armor look more like some kind of special erotic style.
Since Rolle appeared, Jeanne has stopped talking. Her beautiful eyes have been locked on him, watching him sneak into the camp alone, kill the extraordinary people in the tent, and then set a fire, acting like a
The lone hero who turned the tide.
"Although you said you didn't want to help, you actually took powerful practical actions. Mr. Rohr, are you really such a man?"
"It's really reliable..."
Jeanne murmured softly.
Someone next to me asked:
"Miss Jeanne, what are you talking about? We didn't hear clearly..."
Jeanne came back to her senses and quickly shook her head.
"Sorry, I just remembered something else..."
"Let's retreat first. Tonight's operation was very successful, more than ten times better than we expected. Thanks to Mr. Rohr's help."
"Now is not the time to expand the results of the war. The extraordinary people from the empire and the barbarians will definitely notice the situation here and are already on their way. Let's leave quickly."
The group of them quietly exited the area under the cover of vagueness.
As a result, before walking too far, I heard a series of roars in imperial language coming from behind:
"What goddamn bastard did this?"
"Kill people, kill people, why the hell did you set the mountain on fire?!"
"So wicked!!! Don't let me catch you!!!"
It seems that the extraordinary person from the empire has arrived...
After Jeanna and her party remained silent, walked a long distance, and confirmed that they were safe, they all discussed what they had just witnessed.
"Have you seen that man's metal prosthetic limb? He must be the Empire's 'Gray Ghost', right? He is indeed as powerful as the rumors say, but also sinister and vicious..."
"Compared to this, I'm more curious about how he dealt with the overt and hidden sentries outside the camp?"
"Yeah, yeah, those sentries outside are quite troublesome. We haven't been able to think of a good way to solve it, so we haven't taken action yet. How did he do it quietly?"
"Why is your focus here? Can you take a look at the overall situation? Think about why the Gray Ghost helps us? Does this represent the attitude and stance of the empire?"
"Leave these matters to Miss Jeanne to think about. I only know that Mr. Rolle is so handsome! I will always recommend Mr. Rolle!"
Jeanne listened to the discussions of her companions, thinking and weighing the pros and cons along the way, without saying a word, and her slender eyebrows were furrowed tightly.
The group of them walked out of the Refuge Valley with familiarity, arrived at a farm on the outskirts, and then turned into one of the cellars.
Below is a huge and complex underground building complex. As soon as Jeanna and the others came back, a large number of men, women and children emerged from various rooms and cave dwellings and came forward to express their condolences.
This is the secret headquarters of the Guangfu Church.
Being able to have such an underground base and a large number of manpower shows that the Restoration Church is obviously not of the same style as the resistance organizations outside that are just trying to be different.
Jeanne walked alone into one of the not-so-spacious underground conference rooms. There were several senior leaders of the organization gathered around the table, and they had been waiting for a long time.
"The operation was very successful and I brought back great good news!"
Jeanne smiled and described the previous experience to these senior executives.
A series of discussions immediately began in the conference room. Everyone looked happy, and some even clapped.
Jeanne stood up from the table again and said loudly:
"We must find a way to win over Mr. Rohr and show enough sincerity to truly impress him!"
"I decided to use 'potato' as a reward to win him over and tell him the full story of our plan."
The senior executives who had been high-fiving each other in celebration suddenly fell silent as if they wanted to be poured cold water on them.
Then, they began to raise objections one after another:
"That potato thing doesn't matter. We won't need it anyway. You can give it away if you want, but I firmly object to telling this imperial guy the real plan."
"Yes, he is an imperial agent and is not trustworthy... Sir Jeanne, although you are our actual leader, I must oppose your willful decision!"
"In my opinion, even potato can be saved. This thing can be exchanged for a lot of money and food on the black market. Why waste it on a gray-skinned person?"
"Yes! That's the truth. Wouldn't it be better to use this money to hire a group of mercenaries? No matter how strong he is, can he defeat an army by himself?"
Listening to the discussion of these people, Jeanne couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed...
Perhaps it is because of this that the resistance movement in the Fertile Valley has been delayed in developing?
Even in my organization, there are many short-sighted and stupid people.
She sighed softly in her heart and turned her eyes to the old man sitting in the middle of the crowd.
That was her teacher, a scholar from the empire and the founder and first leader of the organization.
And he remained silent throughout the entire meeting, as if he was asleep.
It wasn't until he felt Jeanne's gaze that the old man slowly opened his eyes and said:
"I believe in Jeanne's judgment and support her decision, but..."
"Why don't you invite Mr. Rolle to come over and sit down first?"