Under the moonlight, the rider looked like a semi-transparent crystal statue, glowing faintly under the delicate dust. Holding a silver spear, it rode its horse and circled the temple's perimeter, then vanished on the other side of the wall, all in complete silence. Just from this fleeting glimpse, Ben could confirm the general attributes of the Ghost Knight—a territory-type monster. In an instant, he formulated a tactic.
He turned around, facing thirteen pairs of eyes with different hues—filled with hesitation and various levels of nervousness. Even Captain Hu Que held his breath, quietly waiting for his orders. The noble daughter covered her mouth, coughed softly twice, then took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Only a pair of tea-brown eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, without fear or hesitation—they were still watching the temple direction, full of interest. Ben's heart skipped a beat, instinctively paying attention to this young lady, guarding against her slipping away on a whim. For someone who called herself "Lord Roman," such an impulsive action didn't seem impossible.
Almost as if, to her, this world held no real dangers.
Sometimes Ben wondered how that unseen aunt managed to shape Little Roman into this character. He thought no ordinary family could have such capabilities. But now was not the time to think about this, so he turned back and said, "The tactic is actually quite simple." He parted some bushes, looking around, then pointed his sword toward a hillside: "See that Golan-Elsen black pine? Go ambush there, and the rest, just wait for me to lure it over."
Everyone was stunned.
"But... what do we do, Lord?" Hu Que couldn't help but ask, half in disbelief.
Ben glanced at him, thinking does this really need teaching? Once in the ambush circle, of course, you just hit it as hard as you can! This was the difference between players and these natives. Players didn't worry about anything, they'd just attack first. After all, the worst that could happen was dying once.
So he hesitated for a moment, then naturally replied: "Well... of course, you should use all your strength..." Suddenly realizing the problem, he opted for a simpler explanation: "Alright, in other words, treat it like it murdered your wife and children."
Murdered wife and children?
Hu Que was stunned, then couldn't help but ask: "But Lord, honestly—my woman already died in the war with the Cruz people."
Ben held his forehead, sighing.
"Then think of it as if it owed your mercenary group a million Thor in rewards and didn't intend to pay—"
The Rubis mercenaries had never heard of anyone daring to owe them wages since their rise to fame. This was outrageous, cutting off someone's financial means was akin to killing one's parents. Such a hatred, could it not be avenged?
The Rubis mercenaries' eyes instantly turned red. Hu Que gripped his war axe tightly, saying loudly: "By Martha, they're just like those untrustworthy Anjou men! Rest assured, Lord, in Lord Martha's name, we will beat that cursed Undead to a pulp. Let it learn that debts to the Rubis people are not so easily owed!"
Antitina stood awkwardly to the side, listening to the Mercenary Captain's tirade. As a noble lady from Brags, she rarely encountered such crude swearing, the vulgar meanings almost made her faint. But luckily, she bit her lip and endured it. Then she coughed, blushing, and softly said:
"Ben, it's a Ghost Knight from legends. Can we really beat it?" The girl, unlike the mercenaries who were Ben's Summoned Creatures, still had doubts. After all, Ben's plan seemed overly simple. With such a straightforward method, wouldn't anyone be able to deal with a Ghost Knight?
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