Chapter 911 Precautions

"Don Quixote?" The witch Triss asked casually, "Can I meet this Sequence 2 angel?"

No, you can't.

Because I made it up at will.

Xifa, who was hiding somewhere in the Eastern District, said in his heart.

In an abandoned factory.

Dean Wingers glanced at Triss, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up: "Do you think you are qualified?"

Hearing the hunter demigod's answer, the witch Triss's hair swelled slightly as if alive, her expression was slightly gloomy, and she soon returned to her sweet girlish appearance.

"If you can't, you can't, why do you say it so hurtful."

Dean Wingers smiled and said, "Are you that fragile?"

In the mirror, Triss was noncommittal, and turned to say: "So, what do I need to do?"

The hunter demigod was silent for a moment, seeming to restrain the madness and frenzy just now. After two seconds, he said: "If you want to track down a witch at the angel level, what kind of qualifications do you need to test?"

Triss's expression changed: "It seems that you are not optimistic about this transaction?"

"You have to know that we are 'conspirator', and we must always take precautions." Dean Wingeris said with a chuckle.

The witch Triss frowned slightly and said, "It's the same as normal needs."

"Hair, blood, as long as it is related to the body, it can be used for divination and tracking."

"But don't say I didn't warn you."

"We are good at cursing. When you use blood or hair, or other media to try to divination and trace, we can use the connection with these media to perform reverse curses."

Dean Wingers shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I know."

"But thank you for your reminder, and you showed me your sincerity."

"We originally thought about these things, but it would be better if you, the witch, confirmed it."

The witch Triss showed a sweet smile and said, "Of course I am sincere."

"Now, I ask you with all sincerity, Mr. Dean, what can I do while negotiating?"

It is already daytime.

Xifa walked out of the captain's cabin and went to the restaurant for dinner.

Last night, he contacted the witch Triss by controlling Dean Wingers, and finalized a plan.

Just waiting for the 25th to come.

That's still a few days away.

When they came to the restaurant, there were quite a few soldiers. They all ate quietly, and the atmosphere was obviously a bit heavy.

This is due to the war.

Although the Royal Third Fleet has accomplished its tasks brilliantly in the past battles.

However, as the flames of war spread, the situation in Loen was not optimistic.

Soldiers will worry about their families and the safety of their loved ones, and it is certainly not as easy as before.

Xifa took breakfast, as usual, did not eat in the private dining room specially set up for him.

He always eats in the hall, so that every soldier can see himself, and Sifa tells the soldiers in this way: I am by your side!

This is one way he leads troops.

Dine with soldiers, fight with them.

In this way, Xifa can understand the thinking of most soldiers and adjust his strategy in time.

It didn't take long to find a place to sit down to eat, and the adjutant O'Neill came.

After this period of training, O'Neill has also grown a lot.

Even the digestion of the potion was very gratifying.

He can already advance to Sequence Seven.

"General."

After greeting Xifa, O'Neill sat next to him and said, "The latest battle report is out, I'll send it to your office later."

Xifa nodded slightly, and asked casually, "How is the situation now?"

"Not ideal."

O'Neill sighed and said, "Rindong County, Jianhai County, and the front lines we are in charge of have repelled the Feysac attacks time and time again."

"Winter is coming and many people think we are finally getting a break."

"But the situation is not optimistic."

Xifa wiped out a piece of white bread and said: "The defense line of the Amanda Mountains, and the major cities along the sea and rocks lost a large number of soldiers' fleets in the first round of raids."

"Only Backlund and Pritz Harbor are relatively better."

O'Neill nodded and said: "That's right, in order not to cause panic, the Ministry of National Defense announced that each will win or lose, and secretly let the major shipbuilders and arsenals start working frantically."

"Since this is the case, the two lines of defense were almost breached several times, and many key areas were lost and regained, repeatedly seesawing."

"The situation on the Jianhai side is a little better. We destroyed the 'Steel Gate' before, so that the Feysacs in that area could not get supplies, and gave the Jianhai fleet a chance to breathe."

"But the Amanda Mountains are not so ideal. I heard that it has become a human meat grinder, and a large number of people are dying every day."

Xifa smiled and comforted him, "But we all persevered, didn't we?"

"If nothing else, this winter will be a turning point in this war."

O'Neill nodded vigorously.

Xifa had other ideas in his mind.

Cold winter is not necessarily a good thing.

Having fought the 'weather goblin', Xifa already has a deep understanding of the 'weather warlock'.

The Feysacs who possess the 'Weather Warlock' will probably use the cold winter weather to do something.

Winter will be the turning point.

But for Ruen, whether he turned to the upper wind or slipped to the lower wind was unknown.

In the next few days, the Royal Third Fleet participated in another battle, and launched a tug-of-war with the Feysacs for several days.

After repelling the Feysacs again, the time has come to the 25th.

This night, the clouds were thick, and the crimson moonlight could not penetrate the clouds, making the earth dark.

Especially this new community cemetery outside Xiaowai in the East District.

This cemetery was opened after the Great Smog Incident in Backlund. At that time, too many people died, and the original cemetery was not enough, so this cemetery was opened.

Although it is said to be a cemetery, there are very few real graves here, and more are cabinets for storing urns.

These cabinets are one after another, row after row, overlapping and heavy.

Common people, especially those in the East End, simply cannot afford a real tomb.

After the death of their relatives, the urns can only be stored here, and these urns not only have no photos and epitaphs, but many of them don't even have names.

After the war broke out.

The number of urns here has increased significantly, and even some tombs reserved before have been filled with soil, and then similar cabinets have been placed to store more urns.

At this moment in the middle of the night, it is extremely quiet here.

In the dim cemetery, some figures quietly appeared.

Four or five women wearing cloaks and covering their faces with hoods, followed a beautiful woman in a simple white robe, black hair and blue eyes, walking silently among the cabinets.

Like ghosts, and like female ghosts in folklore.