Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 149: Desperate Winter
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"Alan, do you think I am blind? This is a magic weapon. For that amount of money, you can only configure one at most. But you obviously have two here. Then I ask you, one more How did you make up for the military overflow? Do you use your own money? You are cheating, serious cheating!" Webber pointed his finger to Alan's nose excitedly and exclaimed.
This is really hateful, how could this Bethkod's side boy cheat so openly. If Windsor Bello acquiesced in this way, then I should also give it to the two captains. No, all soldiers are armed with magic weapons! Weber thought excitedly.
Alan’s gaze fell on Weber’s finger pointing at him: "If you don’t take it away again, I’ll cut it off."
He patted his fangs wrapped in grey cloth.
Webber remembered that when Allen tried the knife that day, he shaved seven or eight tin dolls to pieces. He asked himself that no one had a hard finger, and quickly retracted, causing the soldier behind Allen to laugh.
Webber flushed, and every laughter of the soldier slapped his face like a slap in the face. He was about to have an attack, and Windsor Bello’s voice sounded behind him: "What's going on."
Windsor Bello lowered his military cap slightly, and his voice was cold. Weber turned his voice and spoke loudly to the marshal of his suspicion. After he finished speaking, Windsor Bello said "Oh", and then said: "If there is nothing else, get on the airship. It will take at least five hours to get to the third area."
"Marshal Windsor Bellow, don't you just leave it like that? How can you favor this kid!" The Weber fumbled, and was shocked after speaking.
Windsor Bello's purple hair rose without wind, and then drifted down slowly. She raised her head slightly, looked down at Weber with icy eyes, and sneered: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now. Are you talking about my favoritism?"
"I, I..." Webber was speechless.
"I have read the list of military expenses sent by both of you. The Van Vigny family also counted the cost this time, and used it below the market price. No, basically sell the weapons to you at the cost price, Master Webber. . If it weren’t for saving part of our Sirius’ military expenses at Van Vigny’s house, do you think I would really admit that so-called list?" General said: "At least, in terms of military expenditure, Alan is much cleaner than you. All expenditures are clear and there is no water. As for his magic weapons, you are not allowed to purchase weapons by himself. Parts, the Rubik’s Cube sequence cannot be manufactured by yourself?"
"I said that this assessment is to test your overall level. The design/work of the Rubik’s Cube sequence is one of Allen’s strengths. Of course, it can be applied to this assessment. Or you question me. Yardstick of fairness?"
"No, no, marshal, you must be correct."
"Then stop talking nonsense, and take your team aboard the spaceship." Windsor Bello straightened his body, arms around his chest, and looked at Webber sternly like a queen high above.
Under her power, Webber could not have any thoughts of protest, and led his team to a lifting deck guarded by birds of prey. It wasn't until he got into the chair of the spaceship that Weber reacted, and he muttered: "The Rubik's Cube sequence? Can he actually complete all the production/production processes of the sequence?"
Looking at the falling snow outside the window, Webber couldn't help but shrink back, only to feel that this winter was particularly bleak.
One hour after the Raptor frigate flew out of the harbor, the news that Allen was able to make/make a low-level sequence has been grasped by several people. And if this news were admitted indirectly by Windsor Bello, naturally no one would question Marshal Greed's gaze. Anyone who knows her knows that Windsor Bello loves money, but it is far from the point where it can be bought and spread false news.
After learning this news, some caring people quietly raised the danger of Bethkod in their hearts. In Bethkode, Allen's family status has been elevated. With the news of Windsor Bello, even if Alan is not a student of the Marshal, the Presbyterian Church will pass the proposal to add him to the successor sequence. A talent who can make/make a sequence, even if Allen's achievements are just a technician, Bethkod cannot extrapolate him, and will be cultivated as a core member.
What's more, with Allen's talent shown before, it is obvious that his achievements will not stop here!
"Father, are you looking for me?"
When Arthur walked into Haydrick's studio, he saw a torn painting scattered on the ground. Hedrick stood by the window with his hand in his hand, and under his feet behind him, there was a broken paintbrush, a color wheel that had been stepped on to pieces. As for the colors in the color palette, it was naturally splashed all over the floor, spraying out abstract color blocks from the floor of the studio.
Hydrick did not turn his head and whispered: "Just as soon as I got the news, the kid Alan has already been confessed by Windsor Bellow. He...he has the ability to make/make Rubik's cube sequences."
Arthur shook his whole body as if hit by a bullet, and his eyes behind the lens burst into sharp light. He took a few consecutive breaths before he calmed himself down.
"The last time you were in the Venus Hotel, how did you contact him?"
"Not so good, he is very wary of me." Arthur said.
Hydrick nodded and said: "Of course, if he acts as if he is not wary of you, it will cause headaches. Arthur, are you confident?"
"Where do you need my confidence?"
Hydrick turned sharply: "If it was before the news, I hope you could kill him after approaching him. Now it is not the case. Allen is a great fortune, and I hope, this fortune Can be in my hands!"
"I will do my best." Arthur leaned.
Hydrick nodded and said: "You can do it, as long as you let Alan work for me, you can do whatever you want. This task is not capped!"
"You are so generous." With a signature smile, Arthur exited the studio.
Walking along the corridor, stopping in front of a stained glass window, Arthur looked out at the snow-dancing world and whispered: "Perhaps you are too confident, father. Alan, he will be tied up. A loyal dog? I think you are playing with fire."
He shrugged and murmured, "But what does it matter to me? I will still complete your instructions. After all, being his friend is also a good thing for me, isn't it?"
"Master Arthur." A soft cry sounded at the turning point, and in the shadow of the curve in the corridor, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stood with her hand on her back.
"How about, Nana?"
"Our people are ready, and the spaceship is on standby, ready to set off at any time." The girl named Nana respectfully said.
Arthur nodded: "Then, has the news I specified got out?"
"According to your instructions, everything is done."
"Good job, Nana. Remember not to let people know that we released the news."
"Of course not, I have done the necessary processing."
"Okay, let's go to the third district to see what my brother needs help." Arthur snapped his fingers and went straight forward.
The girl accompanied him, and the two of them walked away in the corridor.
At 3 pm, the Raptor frigate arrived at the official airport in the third area of the surface. After landing, a military truck picked up the two teams. At 8 o'clock in the evening, the military truck stopped at the bank of a large lake called Swan Lake. The two teams got out of the car and set up camp on the lakeshore with the marching tent provided in the car respectively. This lake bay is said to have swans infested in spring, hence the name.
But now, the lake is freezing, so I never want to see half a swan.
Along the shore of Swan Lake to the southeast, you will enter an unknown virgin forest. Mount Wilton is located in the depths of the forest. There are complex mountain roads and natural barriers such as virgin forests. It has been almost two years since the armed rioters, who claimed to be the Holy Disarmament Army, are still alive and well.
Allen and the others will spend the night at Swan Lake tonight, and they will go to the Wilton Mountains tomorrow to fight the bandits.
After a brief dinner, Allen walked out of the camp. From a distance, I saw Webb practicing swords in the open space on the other side. The young master of Fan Weini’s family danced imperviously with a long sword in his hand, the cold light flickered, and the sword strength was lingering, but he was quite true to learn. Occasionally, the sword might have a few beautiful lines on the body of the sword. Obviously, this is a magic weapon.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Weber stopped. Seeing that it was Alan, he frowned and said: "What's the matter with you?"
"About the attack on Mount Wilton, I think we should talk about it." Allen said.
"What to talk about?" Weber shook his head: "Now we are in a competitive relationship, I don't think there is anything to talk about. Are you going to follow my style and work out my strategic layout?"
Allen spread his hands and smiled: "It seems that we really have nothing to talk about. But Weber, we are in a competitive relationship, but tomorrow is also a real battle. Maybe we are in competition, we can Cooperation in these areas. Isn’t communication and cooperation also one of the marshal’s ability to evaluate us?"
"Let’s put it this way, Ellen, I have absolute confidence in myself." Weber raised the sword in his hand and smiled: "So I don’t think it is necessary to cooperate with you, what do you think?"
"I think now I have to go to bed every time I go to bed. Good luck to each other, good night." Allen smiled and retired.
The next day, the two teams came out of camp and left. The truck stayed by the lake and waited for them to return. As for where Windsor Bello went and how to observe them during the actual combat, no one knew. After a long day of trekking, finally when night fell, Allen saw the Wilton Mountains, the rolling mountains leaving a dark silhouette under the night sky in the distance.
There is a faint flame on the southwest side of the silhouette. That should be the stronghold of the Holy Disarmament! r1058