"Donald, I heard—Matris—you died there," He Youji’er adjusted the collar of his trench coat—an item he had snatched from a passing noble, his wrinkled face full of regret as he said, "What a pity, false news, that’s one."
"Last reminder, my name is Conrad." The mercenary group leader wasn’t in the mood to correct the other party’s bizarre use of the Kruz grammar, only nodding briefly for the lizard not to deliberately pronounce his name with a rolled tongue.
"It’s all the same." He Youji’er glanced at the Dark Priest behind him, his face full of self-satisfaction as he asked, "I thought—you wouldn’t come—you all."
Conrad snorted coldly: "You used the excuse of investigating the Silver Elf King’s Grave, but in fact, you seem very content being a bandit here." He looked around: "The things you snatched, worth quite a lot of money, I guess?"
Lizardman He Youji’er’s face wrinkled even deeper, he shook his head, enduring it: "No, no. Serious business—I am doing."
"Then what have you discovered?"
"Discover, there is some. But—not very—progress." He Youji’er shook his head incessantly: "We can’t get close—that vicinity—temple, but this thing—help me—can." He extended a thin hand, shaking a necklace: "Wizard, I need some."
Conrad exchanged glances with the Dark Priest; this lizard, under the guise of investigating the King’s Grave, was actually acting like an emperor here. Almost everyone believed that, yet unexpectedly, it was indeed performing serious tasks here. However, now wasn’t the time to be anxious about this matter. The mercenary group leader reorganized his thoughts and spoke: "That’s not a problem, but now we need you to help us with one thing."
"Once—I already helped you." He Youji’er said unhappily, he had sent out a message to lure the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, which had already drawn the attention of other adventurers nearby.
"You’ll benefit." The Dark Priest said in a low voice.
"A big fish." Conrad responded seriously.
A muffled ’snap’ sound.
Brand harshly grabbed the young man’s white hair and pressed his head into the dirt, making the other let out a miserable cry. From the information Redi revealed, the truth was already very clear, although the result was what Brand least wanted to accept, he had to acknowledge that the plot had indeed changed here.
The other side had already set their sights on him—
Actually, he should have anticipated this; he altered the mission completion steps, naturally reversing the entire plot. The previous strategy mentioned nothing about the red Ghost Knights and Redi’s betrayal, nor did it mention that Conrad, the Paper Card Mercenary Group Leader, would rush to the Balrog Ruins first. It meant the other side had completely abandoned tracking Bujia, Macaro, and their group, instead fully focusing on searching for his existence.
All of this was a deliberate illusion created by that damned Cunning Fox. Although Brand gritted his teeth with anger, he had to admit the opponent’s plot was very successful, causing him considerable trouble and anger, resulting in serious consequences.
After listening to Redi’s description, Antitina remained silent for a long time, finally suggesting beside him: "Should we retreat temporarily, Lord?"
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If they dare to trouble him, they must be prepared to pay the price. It was good, this plot seemed to be the so-called 100% completion ultimate path, at this moment, he calmed down, wanting to see how powerful those Black Fire Sect believers were. Isn’t it just the highest completion plot? Brand thought, it’s not like he hadn’t experienced it before. Now I want to see how Lord Martha plans to reward me for this completion.
But while he was angry, Sanfde approached cautiously, asking in a low voice: "Lord, what about Qian?"
Brand turned around, seeing the future Miss Ghost Knight lying as if asleep, while several Elf Warriors guarded her beside—kill her? That was obviously impossible, not to mention the newly joined Gray Wolf Mercenaries had opinions, even he wouldn’t agree. Joke aside, Qian has already made a connection with the Eternal Song Card, if her fate is irreparable, the best result would be the same as Medisha.
But since she is an initial divine envoy, and judging by Redi’s description, she seems to be sealed by a Junior Priest, then there’s a chance for salvation. Brand wasn’t a madman sealing everyone as a card; if he could save this very unique young lady, he was willing to. What’s more, he might gain a subordinate with Golden Power out of nowhere.
So he replied without thinking: "Take her along, she is your comrade, might still be saved."
"Really!" Sanfde was startled, then asked excitedly.
Brand nodded: "I can only try."
The young man hurriedly nodded; he understood that Qian’s status was not normal.
"What about this guy?" Antitina asked, looking disgustedly at Redi, who was eating dirt, in a low voice.
Hearing this, the white-haired young man seemed to regain strength in his entire body, he struggled, lifted his head, his face a mix of dirt and tears, shouting with all his strength: "You promised, as long as I told everything, you won’t kill me—"
"I keep my word." Brand nodded.
He clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the Silver Elves beside him: "Commander, so please take care of it."
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