"Let me find a priest to show you."
"No, it's just a bruise, a minor problem."
"but I……"
Sylvie broke the metal fork in her hand with two fingers.
"Pediatrics."
Carlos suppressed his blush and realized that he really couldn't do it, so he was lazy and broke the table knife with three fingers.
"No, what I want to explain is..."
"Have you ever heard of stress response?"
Carlos forcibly changed the subject.
"Aha?!"
"The bruised area will become thicker and harder to prevent further damage, so there is no problem at all, just like a Saint will not be defeated by the same move twice, so there is no problem at all!"
"But is there really no problem if we don't connect? And what is Saint Seiya? Is it a variant of Paladin?"
Sylvie still looked confused and guilty.
"I told you it's just a bruise! It's not broken!"
Carlos held out his palm as a sign to stop.
"Listen, Saint Seiya is the promotion profession of Paladin. Only the most powerful Saint can be called Paladin."
"Aha?!"
Sylvie became even more confused and couldn't help but tilt her neck, making Carlos look cute.
"I'm so angry with you. Only the most powerful Paladin can be called a Saint. As a Saint, one of the biggest characteristics is that he can't be killed no matter how hard he fights. The powerful body's self-healing ability is the most basic characteristic of a Saint. "
In order to explain that he had not broken off, Carlos had begun to talk nonsense.
"But is it really okay not to connect? Let me tell you, the priest girl I want to introduce to you is really good at skills. In order to recruit people from the North County monastery, I wasted a lot of effort. Not only the saint He's good at light magic, he's also very good at medicine and pharmacy, and he's not bad looking either."
Sylvie sincerely hopes to make up for her mistakes with practical actions.
"..."
Carlos couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his chest felt uncomfortable.
"If you don't want others to know, I will make arrangements for you. You can also kill someone to silence them afterwards or have sex first and then kill them."
Sylvie thought she understood Carlos's concerns and had already begun to think about the aftermath.
"It's enough!"
Carlos took Sylvie's hand and stuffed it into his crotch.
"It's not broken! Contusion! Do you understand contusion!"
"It's so short. And they say it's not broken!"
Carlos endured the pain and pulled Sylvie's hand out, stroking his forehead speechlessly. It was a mistake to discuss this topic with an old maid who thought she understood.
Carlos was extremely grateful that half of his energy was spent on studying the Holy Shield technique.
Since becoming a Paladin, Pyroblast has taken over with his face. The twelve-pound cannon was pushed over with his chest, and it jumped directly over three hundred meters in the air. The Holy Shield technique was invincible. Only the attack by the arakkoa Ashkandi made Carlos feel that the holy shield was showing signs of rupture.
However, this reassuring Holy Shield technique was directly crushed by Sylvie...
"If you continue to dwell on this topic, our cooperation will stop."
Carlos was a little angry.
"Okay. Then I'll introduce a girl to you."
"And her medical skills are very good?"
"Um."
"It's enough!"
From the moment he got on the airship to the time when the airship went out to sea, Carlos felt that the damage to his mind was far greater than the damage to his body.
After about a seven-hour flight, the airship climbed over the ridges of the Redridge Mountains and arrived at the vast expanse of blue ocean.
"You have several airships like this."
Standing on the flight deck, feeling the sea breeze blowing across his face and watching the sun slowly set in the west, Carlos relaxed his mood.
"There are only seven usable ships including the one we are on."
Sylvie held her flowing hair with her hands and said lightly.
"The airship is actually not easy to use. It is large and has a small payload. Those goblins are too strict about the method of refining the special gas that fills the airbag. Although I was able to buy enough supplies first, the price was too high. Those goblins killed him severely."
"It looks like a shame."
Carlos interfaced casually.
"Well, this journey alone, transporting you and your twelve guards, only costs about 20,000 gold coins. This is our own ship."
"So expensive!"
For the first time, Carlos showed a look of astonishment. With 20,000 gold coins, he could arm two legions with just a few dollars.
"It's okay. If you use magic to teleport, although you can save seven thousand gold coins in casting materials, the safety cannot be guaranteed. After all, Count Heinz, as a high-level water element, still has the ability to interfere with positioning and teleportation. The Holy Lake is not that Easy to get to.”
After finishing speaking, Sylvie stopped talking. A slight cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but it was quickly blown away by the sea breeze, making her look pale.
After a while, Carlos realized that Sylvie was not chatting with him. Rather, they are unknowingly revealing "our" secrets.
Obviously, the physical discomfort was because Sylvie was warned by "us".
"Don't say what you can't say."
Carlos looked at Sylvie with a complicated mood, and finally wiped Sylvie's forehead with his sleeve.
"But there are some things you must know, otherwise nothing will be accomplished. I can't make plans. You have to do everything yourself, even without telling me."
This game is so complicated...
On the one hand, we need to obtain information from Sylvie, and on the other hand, we must prevent "us" from noticing anything from Sylvie.
Carlos is not very good at this kind of thing that relies entirely on tacit understanding.
After four days of sea travel, the goblin airship arrived in the wetlands.
"It's so fast. It would take at least half a month to sail."
Looking at the coast shrouded in mist, Carlos sighed.
"Wouldn't it be better to send you back to Nanhai Town or Arathi Highlands directly?"
Sylvie asked in confusion, seemingly unable to understand Carlos's decision to land in the wetland.
"Don't you want me to solve the key problem?"
Carlos asked rhetorically.
"These things cannot be solved by individual bravery. Without a strong enough corps, everything is empty talk."
Sylvie replied.
"I think so."
Carlos raised the corners of his mouth in the most pretentious way.
One hundred and forty kilometers away, Alterac's 1st Corps was clearing out the Jackals in the swamps.
"Ymir, why do we have to fight in the mire with those scum who don't even spare the bones?"
Sora looked impatient.
"This is the Brick Master's decision."
At this moment, Ymir lost the impetuosity he had when he first landed, showing the quality, calmness and calmness of a professional soldier.
There are many people available to Carlos, but in terms of true ranking of confidants, Fang Bian must be above Ymir. When Fang Bian pretended to be mysterious, Ymir felt that he was excluded from a certain small circle, so he was impatient. But when Fang Bian revealed the battle plan, Ymir calmed down. It turned out that he was still "one of his own."
"What's the point? Just be careful that I don't help you with your divination!"
Sora narrowed his eyes and whispered a threat.
"You have benefited so much for yourself by using the excuse that you need to prepare materials. I don't believe you anymore."
Ymir looked at Sora with a pained face.
"Ah, I've been discovered!"
Sora looked shocked.
"You really were just lying to me!"
"Nonsense, I won't do anything that will make Carlos hate you. I still want to be your mistress."
"Cut~~"
"You're stupid."
While Ymir and Sorac were quarreling, the army had already cleared the entire area.
The large swamp in the north-central part of the wetland may be an explorer's nightmare, but in front of an organized army, the terrifying swamp creatures and jackals are just rations.
"Master Brick, what are we waiting for here?"
Raistlin followed Fang Brick and watched as Fang Brick directed the soldiers to pick dry soil from more than ten kilometers away to fill the swamp and lay the foundation. He was a little confused.
There are no suitable ports around and it is far away from the land. Only two hundred kilometers to the northeast is the boundary of Grim Batol. I heard that it is now the war fortress of the orcs.
Is Fang Bian planning to build a camp here?
"Waiting for the return of the king."
Master Fa's high level of strength relies not only on talent, but also on financial resources.
Over the years, Fang Brick has gained a lot of benefits by doing Carlos' dirty work, and even obtained some rare materials that cannot be bought with gold coins.
The favorable situation made Fang Brick's strength increase by leaps and bounds...at least that's what it seemed.
Although Raistlin was young and already a leader among human mages of his age, he felt that he couldn't see through the square bricks, so he was very respectful.
In the world of magic, strength is greater than fame.
"The return of the king...don't tell me!"
Raistlin looked like he had some realization.
"Do you think my king is a willful person? This is all a big chess game. Do you think that just relying on these two thousand legions can bring victory to my king? This is just the beginning."
The square brick looked like it was explaining, but actually said nothing.
High-level political struggles are not something Fang Bian is willing to participate in, but if you want to stay out of them, you must understand.
Ending the conversation with a sigh, Fang Bian held his staff with both hands and closed his eyes to rest.
My king, the stage is ready, waiting for you to appear. (To be continued.)
