Chapter 16 Autumn Sweep

In the morning, the sun is warm and genial.

After taking a sip of the Earl Gray tea with a faint blush in the cup, and looking at the two people who were constantly fighting in the field, a smile appeared on Sean's calm face.

"Ferroli, what do you think?"

"Lord, Mons is still much stronger than Crom, but Crom is really good at fighting Mons with his first-level strength."

As a military officer, Ferrolet, who was born in a knight family, although his own strength is not outstanding, his eyesight is still good. For a soldier of the first-order potion system, Crom's performance can no longer be described as good. It should be It was surprising, after all, his opponent was an orthodox second-level knight, and the root of all this was just a magical fruit casually rewarded by the lord. Thinking of this, Ferrolet quietly glanced at Sean, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes. The unnoticeable fieryness. Due to his lack of talent, he could not become an orthodox knight and could only choose the potion system. This has always been a deep regret in Ferrolie's heart. Now that there is a way to make up for his shortcomings, Ferrolie naturally does not want to miss it.

Sean, who noticed Ferrolet's gaze and understood what was in his mind, did not say anything. Instead, he stared closely at the two people who were constantly fighting on the field. At this moment, the battle between the two people had reached a critical moment.

The pure white flames of fighting spirit shined. With his strong control over his own power and excellent fighting consciousness, Mennes seized the opportunity, grabbed a small flaw in Crom, deflected his attack, and punched him hard. It hit his lower abdomen.

"Forehead."

Groaning in pain, his body was thrown away, flying three meters before Crom's body crashed to the ground.

An ordinary first-level transcendent would be seriously injured even if he suffered such a heavy blow. Although Crom spit out a mouthful of blood, he quickly struggled to stand up from the ground.

The power was consumed too much and he could no longer maintain his half-animal form. Crom's body continued to shrink and returned to his original appearance.

"Thank you Lord Mons for your advice."

The first thing Crom did when he got up was to express his gratitude to Mons. This was not a false politeness, but sincerity. After all, if it hadn't been for the constant battles with Mons during this period, he would not have been able to do so. Maybe he can master the ability of the animal-type supernatural blood-hoof devil fruit so quickly.

"It's nothing, you are very good, but you still need to save up your efforts and don't let down the lord's respect."

There was a trace of emotion in his words, and Monns couldn't help but praise Crom. After all, not long ago, he was just an ordinary first-order soldier extraordinary. Of course, Monns did not gain nothing in the fight between the two sides. , Crom's physical strength allows him to let go of his hands and feet and strike with all his strength. The attack power is not too strong but not weak enough to allow him to hone the iron knight's secret skills. But it was precisely because of this that he could more deeply appreciate the magic of the fruit that Sean gave him so casually.

Ignoring Crom, who was still breathing heavily, he casually took the towel handed by the servants around him, wiped off the sweat on his body, tidied up his appearance, and walked towards Sean.

"Good morning, Lord."

He greeted Sean solemnly, without any perfunctory movements.

"Sit down and have a cup of morning tea with me."

With a smile on his face, Sean asked Mons to sit down first before talking.

After nearly two months of getting along with him, Sean is still very satisfied with his guard officer. He has good strength, good work ability, and commendable loyalty. It is precisely because of this that he had previously transferred the blood hoof form to The animal-type Devil Fruit was given to Crom, an ordinary member of the Guards, instead of letting him eat it. After all, the potential of the Blood Hoof Devil Fruit was much lower.

The template that Sean chose to conceive the Devil Fruit was the leader of the Bloodhoof herd. His bloodline potential was stronger than that of ordinary Bloodhoof, reaching the second level, but that was all. When it was developed to its limit, it could only be used against third-level extraordinary beings. There is a certain increase,

In the long run, it does not mean much to Mons. Instead, it is a constraint. After all, most people can only eat one Devil Fruit.

"Monnes, how do you feel?"

With a smile, Sean asked Mons. After hearing this, Mons was silent for a while and then said with emotion:

"Lord, Devil Fruit is indeed magical."

There were not many words, but they expressed Monnes' inner thoughts. After hearing this, Xiao Xiaomin took a sip of tea, glanced at him, and slowly said:

"Devil Fruit is indeed magical, but its potential is limited. You will have better ones later."

Sean's words were light, but when they reached Mons's ears, they were as valuable as gold.

Hearing Sean's words, although Monnes's face did not change much, his heart was filled with anticipation. After hearing Sean's promise, Ferrolet couldn't help but feel a little envious of Mons. Of course, he believed that if he performed well, he would definitely be able to get a Devil Fruit, and he had a chance now.

"Okay, let's stop chatting. It's time to talk about business. Please talk about it, Ferrolet."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

When it came to business, Ferrolie immediately suppressed the unnecessary thoughts deep in his heart and showed the qualities that a professional soldier should have.

He stood up neatly and came to the military map that had been hung up in advance. Ferrolet began to explain the situation to Sean.

"Lord, autumn is approaching. As usual, our Greenfield Town will conduct raids on the surrounding indigenous people to maintain the stability of the territory. According to intelligence and after many meetings and discussions, we have decided to focus on Tam. In the river basin and wild greens, it is estimated that an infantry squadron of 100 people and five militia squadrons of 500 people will be deployed, a total of 600 people..."

After Ferrolie's detailed statement for nearly an hour, Sean had a certain understanding of Greenfield Town's raid plan.

"Well, the plan given by your military, Ferrolet, is very detailed, very good, and very comprehensive."

Hearing Sean's praise, Ferrolie accepted it calmly without being humble or arrogant. After all, this combat plan was indeed perfect, taking into account almost all aspects. Moreover, this was not the first time that Greenfield Town had carried out a raid on the indigenous people. Similar combat plans had already been obtained. After checking the facts, it was determined to be effective and feasible, otherwise he would not have been able to act so calmly in front of Sean. But at this moment, Sean's words suddenly took a turn.

"But there is one factor that you haven't considered yet, and that is extraordinary. After all, the demonic tide has begun to revive."

Hearing Sean's words, Ferrolet's expression suddenly froze. Yes, the demonic tide has revived, and everything will begin to change.

As an extraordinary person, Ferrolie had heard about the resurgence of the demonic tide before, and was clearly informed by Sean a month ago. Just because the territory did not seem to be affected by the demonic tide in the past month, the military was formulating a plan. When planning the battle, I inadvertently ignored this point, or did not pay enough attention to it. I can only say that inertial thinking is harmful.