"That was a very attractive guy, with a beautiful beard and handsome appearance, and a unique South Asian Shwebe accent. This usually means that there was an elf ancestor in the family's general system." Sitting at the desk, the metrological officer Luo Xianping was talking to his guests: "I talked with him all night long and heart-wrenchingly. He expressed his concerns about the difficulties that Ahwebe faces in the future as I told him that I could learn from you. There is more than one way for humans to face when facing suffering. I think I can turn around and choose to embrace the beauty, just like you and your companions."

Speaking of this, Luo Xianping raised the wine glass on the table to Sai An Simone in front of him: "My Excellency Duke, I am sure that the gentleman will have many similar topics as you."

"That's great." Sai Ann Simmoni raised his glass at the same time: "Speaking of it, do you have so much confidence in him, sir?"

"Of course, our intelligence agencies have always been the best in all departments of New Eden." Luo Xianping replied with a smile: "What's more, the war in Sarlock has always been under our control."

Regarding Luo Xianping's swearing, Sai'an nodded and signaled that he had already known: "For the New Eden." The young Duke raised his glass with a smile.

"For the great ideal." Luo Xianping smiled. The new Eden Measuring Officer snapped his fingers, and a ghost servant appeared quickly beside him.

"Your Excellency, your order."

"Go to my cellar and choose the best wine for our most noble Duke, the Candorian, which was produced in St1020. The third floor of the bottom three wine rack is from right to left.

After receiving the order, the ghost servant quickly disappeared under the surface, and the young duke in Luo Xianping's mouth naturally smiled and expressed his gratitude.

After the guests and the host and the host had fun, Luo Xianping personally sent the duke to leave his office. Outside the gate of the Ashby countermeasure headquarters of the New Eden Military Intelligence Bureau, he watched the duke get onto the carriage. When the carriage leaves and disappears in the mist, the still smiling metrologist turned his head and looked at the air beside him. Until then, a ghost with a black cloak appeared in the air.

"How is Sarlock?"

"The progress is a bit slow, and there are heavy losses in five places. Your daughter and senior management officer Zheng Yaoxian took over the command and are now hunting down our targets in the deep network."

"Very good, this time I'm thinking that the guy from Wudi will accept our affection. Is there any other information?" Luo Xianping smiled.

"We witnessed that highness."

This sentence from Ghost made Luo Xianping silent for a moment.

"It's okay, this is not a trouble for our family. This kind of specification is especially good for him. Anyway, we have an advantage, and that Mr. Link will definitely not understand that the person next to her has chosen a golden avenue for her." Speaking of this, Luo Xianping smiled and sighed: "What a lucky gentleman."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the main building: "If nothing is wrong, I will take a break. If it is not for the guest on the list to come to me, I will tell him I will sleep." After saying that, the measuring officer who had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights in the game, he turned his head and looked at the direction where the carriage left.

"The so-called Tang people borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is what they say."

Looking at the wine in his hand, Sai Ann Chimone sighed in his heart.

For this period of time, the young head of the Chimoni family has not been able to sleep well.

Although it was not his original intention to go on this path, in that case, it was also the only choice for the nobles, such as the nobles. There was no room for compromise between the royal family and the nobles. Both sides had nooses on their necks. If they didn't want to be hanged, they could only resist.

Although he didn't want to see such resistance, there was a saying among the foreigners that Goddess of Destiny was a stinky woman who could only joke and play jokes.

I took a look at the wine in my hand, st1020, Kandorion, which is a special product of Kandorion, the most famous wine producing area in the south of Ashubi. A wine like this, even the former Shimoni family did not have any inventory. It only appeared in sacred sacrificial rituals, and was a gift from Ashubi to the gods.

"It's now a gift from the New Eden's cellar."

When he was talking to himself, the young duke sighed in his heart.

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After walking around a large circle in the deep network and passing a large pit filled with all kinds of undeads, Marceau finally met a group of villagers' messengers. They probably knew the approximate location of the team led by Marceau, so they searched all the way.

They brought bad news. The armed search team of the Albert was suffering heavy losses, and the guests were surrounded by the New Edens in a special place, and the undead were there, so the battle between the three parties continued. However, considering that the number of New Edens was times the number of search teams, if timely reinforcements were not allowed, the chance of losing guests would be greater and greater.

So Marceau immediately asked the messenger to lead the way, and at the same time had to hand over his fate to the goddess of luck and the goddess of doom.

When Marceau led the team to the battle site, he heard the news conveyed by the remaining members of the search team, two bad ones were good.

The good news is that the target is still there, but no one can get them. As the banshees who are remnants of the tide, they cut off the target area. In addition to bullets projected by each other, the losses of both sides are basically lost when fighting with the banshee.

The first bad news is that the bullet has almost no effect on the banshees. Even the infiltration of silver bullets can only cause limited effects. The blessing silver bullet has good lethality, but it is far less harmful to the living people (a successful possession is fatal). Even the undead of the New Eden are under the crush of the banshees, which is why the losses of both sides are so great.

The second bad news made Marceau frown. The sunken pit where the target was located was gone from the beginning, and there was no sound of a counterattack. It was even more impossible to confirm whether the target was still alive.

Marceau thought for a while and finally chose to lead the team to a wave of people. There were enough grassland elves and kittens in the team, and with the cover of half-baby, he should be able to suppress a wave of banshees.

Since this was the case, Marceau immediately issued an order, and the grassland elves and the kittens began to prepare. The holy water that was originally in the box was drunk, and the blessing silver bullet was loaded into the magazine. The half-year-old boy also received a lot of blessing silver bullets.

Just as everyone was ready, the New Eden seemed to have obtained reinforcements and weapons dedicated to the Banshee. Some New Edens rushed out of the defense line, and the weapons in their hands caused real damage to the Banshee.

"Let's go." After Marceau said, he took a step forward, then quickly pulled his legs back. The scene suddenly changed. The rotten corpses suddenly stood up and rushed towards the New Eden and the Alchemy.

"Melee team! Come with me to catch the enemy!" It is not a wise idea to get muskets to shoot these ribs.
Chapter completed!