Chapter 37

The sudden news made all the players stunned.

But what surprised them more were those crystals.

After a moment of silence, a crystal tremblingly asked: "Why do you know the name of the leader? What does it mean that she turned into Alice?"

"The process in the middle is quite complicated. I still need to prove whether it is the same person. When you fled here, did you get the assistance of the royal family?"

"...Yes. The royal family gave us a certain amount of help, otherwise we wouldn't be able to come to the dark hell easily."

"That's right. The history may be covered up, but the truth will always exist. I deduce some evidence from the history textbook. The evidence shows that it is the royal family that persecuted you, and it is the royal family that attacked you. The royal family devoured Altland , but she was rescued by our leader, Lord Lu. Well, it’s a bit embarrassing to say, but she is now the other party’s daughter.”

The crystals were silent for a while, and finally one crystal said: "...this news is too bizarre, we need evidence."

"Simple, whoever brings paper money, give me a paper money."

Spreading the banknotes on the ground, the professor sprinkled the crystals on the banknotes: "There are runes made by Alice on the banknotes, and each rune can reflect the personality of the maker. I think you should be able to feel it from it." The opponent's breath."

The crystals did not speak.

A faint blue soul tentacles spread out from the crystal, and began to carefully read the anti-counterfeiting runes on the banknotes.

The more they understand, the more they can feel the familiar style contained in it.

This kind of style has the unique freedom and genius of leaders, and just one of them makes them enchanted.

And the notes are quite new, suggesting they were recently minted, meaning their chiefs were indeed all recently active.

"……More."

"What?"

"We want more! That's right, this is the leader's style! After three thousand years, this familiar style still shines into my heart like moonlight. Please give me more, I want to get closer to our leader!"

"It's easy to say." A smile appeared on the professor's face, "Give us a part-time job, we will pay for this kind of thing as a reward. But before that, we need to prepare your body first. What kind of body do you like?"

"The same as the current leader."

"It's a bit of a hassle, but we'll try."

Turning his head, the professor looked at the other players and asked, "Then what kind of body do you like?"

"It can be used day and night."

When the professor and his team started the transformation project of the new coolies, they took off their clothes and were walking with the weak chicken man, 3l, on a ruin in the west of the bloody area.

The silent ruins were empty, only the sound of three slimes bouncing in the open space could be heard.

After walking for a while, the weak chicken man stopped and said helplessly, "Brother Undress, can you do something, my chicken fans expressed that they want to see big news."

"How about killing you in reality? I will split the evidence into hundreds,

You can throw out a copy every year, and each copy has a logical relationship and can be reversed. Every year, you can make your last hot search, which is guaranteed to be better than the Spring Festival Gala. "

"Undressing brother, are you kidding? Look at me, you are really joking!"

3l kicked a stone away in boredom, and asked puzzledly, "Take off your clothes, what are we doing here?"

"Collect some clues. Those jailors must have misjudged our slime's strength at present, which is why I asked you to enlarge your moves as soon as you come up. On the whole, the strength of the jailers is a level higher than ours. The opening king Bombing is beneficial for the opponent to be confused about the cards in our hand, which is convenient for fishing in troubled waters. But the opponent will find out sooner or later, otherwise use the strongest combat power to find clues now."

"Then why let the other party know that we are looking for Mr. Lu?"

"Let the other party know that we are related, so that they will be afraid of us, so that we have more time to complete the prophecy poem. But the first person feels weird to me, I'm sure I haven't seen him before, but he just gave I have a familiar feeling."

"Then why are you here?"

He took off his clothes and took out a map, spread it out, and pointed to the circled location on the map and said: "The chief said that there was a rebellion here, but Artoria and I are in Alanni's room..."

"Wait a minute!" Weak Chicken Man keenly noticed the bright spots, and immediately asked, "Why is it the half-cat room?"

"Artoria said she didn't want to get up."

"...Understood, continue."

"Okay, I discussed with Artoria for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion that although the location of the rebellion is in the northwest, the base of the rebel army is actually nearby."

I drew a circle on the map, took off my clothes and continued to explain: "The magic ability of the blood field is very poor, the portal is difficult to open, and all kinds of materials can only be transported by manpower, which means that their range of activities cannot be too large. In addition, there needs to be supplies nearby, and there is a suitable location that can provide concealment, and the final calculation can only be near here."

"So are we here to bring them?"

He took off his clothes and showed a distressed expression: "No, we need a clumsy victory."

"Clumsy victory?"

"Tactical victory, strategic failure, this is my understanding of prophecy poems. It is the kind of victory that appears to be victorious, but actually fails. Moreover, we still need to guide the other party to Master Lu. It means giving support to the enemy from the enemy's standpoint."

"It sounds complicated."

"It's actually the same. Frankly speaking, I don't have much confidence, so I can only take one step at a time. Damn, I always feel that my brain can't keep up recently, and things are developing a little too fast."

"If you can't keep up, let's not talk about it. Anyway, I'm just a thug, and you can ask me to do anything."

"I just like your candor."

"I like your wit, too."

"I prefer the atmosphere where you guys are so affectionate." Weak Chicken Man said while watching the soaring popularity in the live broadcast room.

3l was about to give this coquettish slut a little color, when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Pulling out the rusty sword, he shook his weapon lightly, and the sound of the sword's sound spread outward like ripples in the water.

Almost in an instant, not far away, a sword cry sounded at the same time, which matched with his sword cry.

A demon in a gray cloak that seemed to blend in perfectly with the surrounding environment stood out, holding a long sword as rugged as lightning and standing in front of 3l.

Then, 3l lost.