When they brought people back, Willard was rubbed by the crows and was left with only one breath.

Before Willard was taken away, Lan Zhe, out of humanitarianism as a collaborator, looked at Willard for a long time with a look of humiliation before taking out a dose of medicine for his injuries.

Lan Zhe himself explained the meaning of the look in his eyes.

"This is the first time I've seen a wretch like you who was beaten into a pervert and treated badly before even dancing in front of Sully."

Willard was dragged away just as he finished speaking. After saying goodbye to the people in the building, he chose to go find Euphia with Willard who was being dragged away.

Lan Zhe shrugged his shoulders, looked at the backs of the few people leaving side by side, and walked calmly towards the kitchen.

Probably to prevent Sully from paying too much attention to the conversations between people during the meal and then ignoring his own eating, which would lead to eating too little and malnutrition. Therefore, Egbert specifically brought up the cooperation with Willard after the meal.

Suli fell silent.

For a long, long time.

This was not meditation, but a real moment of speechlessness, a silence in which I didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Sully asked Egbert tactfully: "How did you think that Willard, who dared to kidnap me without knowing anything at first, would become a qualified undercover agent, or spy?"

Egbert was also stuck.

Sully had guessed what he was thinking.

"Is it because you believe that Willard is indeed worthy of that, and is in a position where he is not easily suspected, or is it because I am really so fragile that I always make you feel that I may die at any time for inexplicable reasons and reasons?"

"Of course not!" Egbert said without thinking, but he didn't give a reason.

Sully looked at him helplessly, holding his chin with both hands, and deliberately spoke much slower than usual. He felt that doing so would not be too much of a blow to Egbert, who was already looking doubtful about life.

"What does it mean to think quickly?" Sully asked a question that didn't need an answer, and then continued, "Even if Willard really wants to be a tool in my hands, he still needs to consider staying alive before making this decision."

"In order to survive, the wisdom that is urgently enhanced may surprise you, but in essence, it is still just a one-time performance."

"On the other hand, if Willard is an undercover agent in Lee City, let's not talk about what important information he can get by relying on his identity as an heir who is used as a tool. Let's just assume that he has obtained the information. Then guess how he will spread the news?"

Sully asked meaningfully.

Before Egbert could give an answer, Cyril asked tentatively, "Write a letter?"

"But I always feel that this method is too easy to be discovered." Cyril added, "and once discovered, our methods will probably be predicted instantly and then counter-attacked."

"That's right." Sully nodded appreciatively, "So I don't think that with what Willard has learned over the years, he can get a way to deliver intelligence other than writing letters."

"And if you plan to send someone to follow Willard, how could the royal family not be on guard against the presence of non-soldiers around Willard?"

"And if Euphia can find a middleman for intelligence exchange who will not be suspected at all, do you really think that Willard's value is so high that he needs such a middleman who can perform well in various aspects to deliver his intelligence?"

Suli looked helplessly at Egbert, who was so worried about his personal safety that he lowered his IQ. He pinched his nose and looked at the former Son of Light who wanted to shrink into the ground. He sighed and said, "But this so-called tool man is not completely worthless."

"At least even if Willard does nothing, as long as he can return safely and does not take the initiative to leak our information, then no matter what happens next, the royal family should not be able to predict in a short period of time that we already know their plan."

But equally, don't think you can get any useful information from Willard.

For example, if someone is much smarter than Willard, and has been taught for five full years as the legitimate successor, it is not impossible for him to do this and achieve the goal perfectly according to the idea proposed by Willard.

What's more, Willard was a man who was built to be a tool from the beginning.

"Of course, a person's ability does not depend entirely on what he has learned. However, if he has not learned anything and his age has not given him enough experience, all the things he talks about are essentially exaggerations that fail to recognize his own strength and have no self-awareness at all."

Suli is not the kind of person who habitually examines himself three times a day, but he always examines himself seriously from time to time. Because only by knowing oneself can one avoid being too biased when looking at others.

Willard's arrogance was something that did not change even though he clearly realized how powerless he was.

Otherwise, why does he think that someone who can use him as a tool will act according to the thoughts and ideas of a tool?

"Instead of worrying about getting intelligence from the inner city, it is better to worry about how the people in the city will save themselves when Sadina City becomes the enemy of the world." Suli directly brought out the worst possible scenario.

Egbert was almost devastated and wanted to bury himself in the ground, so Sully had no choice but to divert his attention.

However, when he thought about how considerate he was to a pervert, and that his considerate behavior might even make Egbert even more perverted... Sully couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

Just like how a raven would always notice when someone was being abnormal, and some inexplicable threshold would rise, Egbert would always be able to feel Sully's kindness with amazing sensitivity.

So now he made it clear: "I am totally willing to be the enemy of the whole world for Lord Sully!"

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Damn it! If he had known this would happen, there would have been no need for him to care about this person!

Suli's inner roar had caused his eyebrows to twitch uncontrollably.

Forcing himself to ignore Egbert's unpleasant words, Sully threw down his last words.

"In short, try to improve what you have and prepare for what is coming. That's enough."

"After all, whether it is the Church or the royal family, the reason why they choose to use various conspiracies and tricks is nothing more than that they do not have the absolute power to directly take what they want."

When one has absolute power, who would still be timid?

Similarly, the reason why the Vatican and the royal family chose Gou was simply because the people inside the city of Sardina were strong enough.

Suli simply left behind the perverted former Son of Light who was shouting behind him, "You are worthy of being Lord Suli," and climbed up the stairs to the second floor step by step.

The crow, who was happily combing his feathers, glanced at Egbert, who was in a strange state of excitement, and was once again called out by Lan Zhe and asked to fight. He snorted in disdain, and decisively jumped down from the painting, first flew to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of rice, and then flapped his wings directly to the second floor.

Sully felt strange when there was a knock on the door, but when he found out it was the crow looking for him with a bowl in its mouth, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"You don't have to come to me to feed you." Sully said this, but he still took the bowl.

He turned sideways to let the little crow fly into his room, then he held the bowl in one hand and closed the door with the other.

The interior layout of the room also caught the eye of the crow.

It was very simple, whatever layout you rented from Euphia was the layout you wanted. It was very consistent with Suli's lazy nature, but what Crow cared about most was the paper and pen placed on the bedside table next to the bed by the window.

Even though it wasn't very obvious, Crow could see from a distance that it was densely packed with Sully's unique handwriting.

And it’s a different language from that of this world.

The long-lived ninth-level monster had a fairly good understanding of humans, but he had never seen square characters like these before.

The crow, who was not hungry but simply wanted to pretend to be an ordinary crow, flew directly to the bedside table.

When Suli came over with the rice, he did not make any move to drive it away. He just calmly watched the crow stepping on his important notebook. He took out a few grains of rice from the bowl with one hand and said to the little crow, "The cover of the cowhide book is indeed much more comfortable to step on than the hard hanging painting."

If he didn't know that his identity was not exposed, Du Ya would have thought that Suli was talking to him.

The crow gave up the urge to respond and just jumped twice on the notebook like an ordinary bird, then deliberately tilted its head to look at Sully.

Sully laughed, then nonchalantly took out some rice grains and placed them on the leather notebook, letting the crow peck at them by itself.

Repeat this action until the rice in the bowl is completely eaten.

But the crow still did not stop pecking at the notebook.

Du Ya's intuition told him that no one downstairs had ever seen or even understood what was recorded in this notebook.

And Sully had no idea what a little crow was thinking.

Seeing that the crow was still pecking at the book, Sully suddenly realized something and said, "Do you want to eat beef? Oh, no, do you want to eat moo-moo meat?"

"Come to think of it, I haven't eaten Moo Moo Jerky for a long time."

The next second, the crow's beak pecked at the back of Suli's hand.

Sully: ...

"Do you want to know what's in this book so much?"

Sully chuckled helplessly as he pulled the notebook out from under the crow's feet.

"Although I know you don't understand, but telling another living being about these heavy things may help me feel a little relieved."

Who of the serious people keeps a diary?

What Sully wrote was not a diary; what he recorded was the irrationality of the world as he saw it.

"The political truth that the Amiqbe royal family and the Holy See have united to represent."

The clear and pleasant voice of the young boy softly tells the barbaric truth.

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