Chapter 879 Looking for Opportunities

After leaving the garment factory, Dean Wengeris walked through the streets and alleys of the East District for a while, and finally entered a house that was no longer lived in, and never appeared again.

In the abandoned house in the east district, Xifa let out a sigh of relief.

He has recovered that demigod projection.

"Katalina got hooked"

"The 'Conqueror' attribute is kept by the 'Black Saint'."

"Will all the senior leaders of the Witch Sect use colors and saints as code names?"

"In order to win the trust of the Jagged Cross, Katerina should not have lied, but it is hard to say whether she will use the 'Conqueror' trait in exchange for Triss in the end."

"However, Triss is very important to them."

"So she should be more than just a container. There must be something in Triss that the Witch Sect hopes to obtain."

"And that thing is very important, although Katerina has repeatedly emphasized that the value of Triss and the characteristics of Sequence 1 are not equal."

"But if Triss is really not important, Katerina won't waste so much talking."

"Well, it is naturally best to be able to plan the 'Conqueror' feature."

"But if the deal with the witch is in danger, give up decisively. It is better to miss this opportunity than to lose your life."

"Although I have the 'Styx Ring' and have a chance to be resurrected, there is only one chance."

"By the way, the 'magic mirror' in the hand of the demihuman also has the ability to resurrect, but the specifics will be discussed after the identification, but it can be brought over."

"You can't take theirs for nothing, you have to exchange them with something."

"Yes."

Xifa tapped the window sill again and said, "But I care more about the 'weather fairy' than the 'conqueror' trait and the 'magic mirror'."

"After the battle with Feysac's fleet today, I feel that the potion has been digested obviously. If the war continues, maybe the potion can be digested within two months."

"In this way, preventing George III from becoming a god can be used as a ceremony for my promotion."

"If the time for the action is up but there is no potion material, then the next ceremony that can meet the conditions will not appear."

"Well, after the battle is over tomorrow, I have to ask Oswald to see if they have found 'Scuad' over there."

After sorting out his thoughts, Xifa released Mr. X's projection and asked him to use 'teleportation' to bring himself back to the Trafalle.

Trafal, captain's cabin.

Two figures emerged silently.

After returning to the captain's room, Xifa recovered the projection, and then went out to the warehouse.

In the warehouse, two administrators saw Xifa coming, and quickly got up to salute: "Good evening, General!"

Xifa nodded slightly, and then said, "Have you counted the exact number of guns and ammunition seized today?"

A thinner administrator quickly took out a file and handed it to Xifa: "It has been counted, General, but it has not been handed over to the base yet."

Xifa took the file, browsed through it, and asked, "Do you have any pens?"

"Yes, yes." Another administrator hurriedly handed over an absorbent pen with a round belly.

Xifa took it, and crossed out some numbers on the total item under the information, and re-written new numbers.

The file is then handed over to the two administrators.

"Report this amount tomorrow, and keep the rest in the warehouse for the time being."

After saying this, Sifa left.

The two administrators took a look at the file, and the numbers that Xifa re-wrote were only two-thirds of the original.

Obviously, the remaining one-third, Xifa will be his own spoils.

For this kind of thing, the two administrators are not surprised, and feel that the general has reported too much.

He can definitely report only half of the amount.

They didn't say anything, and quickly made a new file for tomorrow's assignment.

Xifa returned to the captain's cabin, before the door was closed, he heard a rush of footsteps.

Then Adjutant O'Neill arrived panting.

"Report, report to the general."

"The base just sent an updated telegram."

"Tomorrow's raid has been cancelled."

Xifa was stunned for a moment: "Cancel, why cancel?"

O'Neill wiped his sweat before saying: "The telegram did not specify the specific reason, it only said that the fleet commanded by Admiral Yegor Einhorn suddenly abandoned a sailing battleship, and then let the fleet withdraw. Out of the original sea area, it no longer poses a threat."

Sifa frowned slightly before letting O'Neill leave.

After closing the door, he sat behind the desk and analyzed briefly.

"It should not have been ordered to retreat. If it was ordered to retreat, why did you leave a battleship behind?"

"Well, the question should be on the abandoned battleship?"

"Which battleship was polluted at a high level? Yegor discovered the problem and worried that the fleet would be in danger, so he evacuated?"

"But there is no danger in that sea area. If there is a danger of polluting the entire fleet, it would have been detected and dealt with long ago."

"But no matter what, tomorrow's action is cancelled, and I will lose a chance to digest the potion."

"no."

"The Feysacs must be more than that. They should have other fleets or armies nearby."

Thinking of this, Xifa called O'Neill over again and asked him to contact Black Sails to find out all possible potential enemies!

In order to digest the potion, Xifa had to actively look for opportunities to fight.

Backlund, East District.

Inside a cramped rental house.

The glass window reflected a figure in a thicker jacket.

Klein stood behind the desk, carefully sensing the speed at which the 'Crafting Mage' potion was digested.

"To scare the demigod, the potion is digested very quickly, much more than what I digested in the previous three months combined."

"However, if the war did not break out, it would be very difficult to find the demigod."

"Most of the people who can determine their whereabouts are in their own home court. If you want to suddenly invade and create a sense of weird horror, you must transform innocent people into marionettes."

"Even if there is no other choice, I would not consider such an approach."

Tonight, Klein went to the territorial waters of Loen, and used the ability of the "Crafting Mage" to frighten the commander of the Feysac fleet, Admiral Yegor who was born in the royal family.

They were so scared that they didn't even want the boat, and they led the fleet out of the sea overnight, which relieved a lot of pressure on Ruen.

"war……"

Klein looked at the window, and he could already imagine the next part of the world situation.

King George III of Loen is advancing the various rituals of the "Dark Emperor". As long as he can withstand the impact of the potion, as long as he can maintain the necessary sanity, then he will ascend to the position of God and be promoted to Sequence 0.

With the help of such a war that could affect the whole world, the Einhorn family of Fusac allowed key members to digest the potion greatly, and prepared the corresponding ceremony without too much difficulty, and the overall strength will be raised to another level;

Amon's brother, in the turbulent tide of this era, took the magic medicine, transformed, and became a "visionary", adding another true god to this world...

Thinking of this, Klein's expression turned bitter.

Because he knew that even if he and the Tarot Society could prevent George III from ascension to the throne, it would be difficult to change the development of the world situation.

"However, at least the intensity of the war can be slightly reduced."

"At least, it will allow more people to live!"

He looked at the dark street outside the window and said to himself.