Something's wrong with my undead

Ten days have passed since the three teams of Magbo infiltrated Nibra City, and each of them has achieved good results.

Ed and Aurora's team mingle with the people of Eagle House.

Todd followed Marcus into the Gray Swan Tavern.

The team led by Lavand successfully moved into the "Alone" grocery store located on the corner of the street.

This is the storefront that Abram loaned them to live in.

After moving in, they discovered that this was not a blacksmith shop in the traditional sense - although Abram was a blacksmith, he disdained making crude weapons, but was obsessed with small and exquisite designs.

For example, the gardener's pliers and scissors, the enchanter's penholder, the alchemist's scales, etc.

Even the intricately shaped metal base that is the centerpiece of McCalla's lanterns can be hand-wrapped by Abram.

Compared with industrial products, although these hand-made products are more delicate and have rounder lines, the price is more than ten times higher.

This made Lavan unable to understand why a rich elf would spend a lot of money to buy these flashy things.

He also asked Abram the same question, and the latter answered "style."

He didn't understand it even more.

Of course, compared to these, there are some "small objects" that really make him pull his butt and open his eyes.

There are small toys for adults only.

And it is the main project.

This made several innocent young men from McCalla sigh that the elves outside were having so much fun.

During this period, the three groups of people met several times and exchanged information with each other.

They have all been cleared of the suspicion of being "infiltrators" and have become "legal residents" of Nibla City.

Everything is developing for the better.

Until Ravan saw this newspaper.

This is not internal information, but a local newspaper in Nibla City, which is owned by the city owner Issyk - "Foggy Bottom News".

Instructor Rhubarb can turn into a floating city. This is not a secret to McGregor. After all, they fought side by side when Ansong led two hundred black knights to the door.

But the problem is, this news comes from the North, and it was written in the newspaper by the local elves...

This is how the same thing?

When Lavan frowned and thought, the door was suddenly pushed open.

An agent sent out to investigate the situation hurried over.

"Boss, we found out. The news came from the Brotherhood."

"A fraternity? A local fraternity?"

"Yes, the news they got from Hegeland City in the north is said to have been released by the third master himself."

"Benjamin Strong...what does he want to do?"

Ravan uttered the name.

Magb and the Brotherhood have never cooperated, but everyone is engaged in intelligence, and coupled with the youthful enthusiasm, it is inevitable to have the idea of ​​​​comparison with each other.

Just when he was thinking about whether to go to the Brotherhood's stronghold, a burst of intermittent words suddenly came to his ears.

This is the familiar sound of grass and trees——

"Here is...received please...answer...repeat...please answer..."

Lawanteng suddenly stood up!

Others also changed their expressions.

"Boss, I just..."

"I heard it too."

Lavan looked at the flower pot closest to them and quickly leaned over, waiting for the next sound.

After a few shenanigans, the version of Messaging was updated.

Each message will be followed by a note of origin, instead of requiring users to add it themselves as before.

Now he needs to know who sent it to him so that he can trace the source and send it back and establish a connection with the other party.

But there is none here, obviously because the signal is too poor.

However, when Lavan and others gathered around this pot of flowers, they suddenly discovered that this originally tall and tall plant had drooped down.

It cannot rise again.

"Boss, aren't you exhausted?" someone muttered.

Lavan also wondered: "Are the plants outside so fragile?"

He couldn't help but look out the window. Most of the branches of a tree were close at hand.

But that thing felt like a pile of corpses to him, with no possibility of "transmitting sound" at all.

Plants outside of McCalla always seemed so lifeless.

The reason why this potted flower can convey messages is because it "lived" after living with them for a period of time.

"Tsk, the world outside is really terrible, even the plants are so bad."

Rawan played with the dagger in his hand a little irritably.

"I'm going out for a while, you guys take care of your home."

"Yes."

Ravan opened the door and walked out.

Ten seconds later, the door was pushed open and he came back.

But it wasn't just him who came back this time, there were also three night elves wearing dark green high-collared robes.

This is a tree herder from the Lord's Mansion, and he is a level five combatant.

The brothers in the room suddenly became nervous and retracted one of their hands into their sleeves.

They're still playing out their identities - the men in Gray Alley carry their weapons up their sleeves like the Razorbacks conceal their blades in their hats.

"Hey, take it easy, guys."

Ravan's expression was calm, but his voice had just the right amount of trembling.

"The lord's staff want to invite us to show our skills. They are not here to arrest people."

...

An hour later, six people walked out of the two carriages and looked up at the castle in front of them that perfectly blended with a giant tree.

Although this tree is far from comparable to Quelkus - whether it is Quelkus in the other world or the tree in the Blight Scar - this building is indeed more majestic than the Lord's Mansion.

However, the problem remains.

These plants are lifeless.

Especially this tree, not only is it lifeless, it even makes people feel frightened, making them unable to help but look at it a few more times.

"Heh, country bumpkin."

The guard on the side couldn't help but sneered.

Lavan was suddenly shocked. It seemed that the lord's staff had also found out their identities.

This didn't surprise him.

In the past few days, Abram had introduced many guests to them, most of whom were his "sisters" - also nobles from Mercury City.

Obviously, the fear of strange beasts is also affecting these guys.

As they started working with these guys and getting good feedback, word of their "wonder boys" reached the ears of senior management in a more gentle way.

Then, today happened - it happened sooner or later, but Ravan didn't expect it to be such a coincidence.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt confident.

Yes, I am a guest invited by Lord Isek, so I must speak more domineeringly!

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Hillbilly."

The guard repeated it confidently.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and then a cold blade was pressed against his neck.

Lavan: "Are you going to scold me again?"

His movements were so fast, from infiltrating to being held hostage in an instant, he completed a whole set of operations in the blink of an eye, without any lag or jerkiness. It was not until the moment he spoke that the other guards around him reacted. A man clenched his spear and shouted angrily:

"what are you doing?"

"lay down your weapon!"

"Don't act rashly!"

Lavan looked around at everyone, not at all afraid, but pressed the dagger.

"You're scolding me, why don't you scold me?"

"I……"

"Call daddy and I will let you go."

"you……"

"Ok?"

The dagger pressed a few more times, but thanks to the man's high physique and tight skin, there was no blood yet.

But the deterrent force is full.

This guard has been guarding Isik's yard for fifty years, and he has never encountered such a country bumpkin who doesn't play by the rules...

Life has long since smoothed his edges, and he quickly begged for mercy:

"Dad, dad, dad! Please spare me! I shouldn't scold you!"

"That's pretty much it."

Lavan turned the dagger and hit the opponent's head hard with the handle.

Full marks for sap.

The guard fell softly and was thrown to the nearest person by him.

"I helped you control him, you're welcome."

——Instructor Xia said that after pretending to be cool, it is best to control the angry bag to prevent him from acting irrationally after getting out of trouble.

Facts have proved that this move is extremely correct.

The remaining guards breathed a sigh of relief, and carried their companions down with the idea that one more thing would be better than one less thing.

He was already dizzy anyway, so it didn't matter if he suffered a little loss.

After such an episode, the guard's attitude suddenly became respectful.

Is this the quality of Nibra's elves?

Bully the weak and fear the strong, you trash!

Ravan thought disdainfully.

Several people were taken to a living room with a strong natural atmosphere.

There is a circle of vines climbing on the ceiling, and the carpet is covered with grass, which feels like earth when you step on it.

There were several exquisite picture frames hanging on the wall, but there was no content in them. Instead, branches grew out, bearing plump pale golden fruits.

The fruit emits a sweet fragrance, which makes people feel brighter...

"Guys please wait a moment."

A maid said, then twisted her butt and left.

Lavan looked around and saw that the guards who escorted them in were still there.

But they didn't seem to care about the small actions of a few people.

Great.

Ravan sat down next to a branch hanging with fruits.

This branch is alive.