"No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak." Euphia snorted, "Besides, beating me won't change the fact that you're jealous and envious."

Egbert denied it and said with a straight face: "This is not envy or hatred, I am simply stating the facts. In terms of strength, if it was me and Lu Sien one on one, I would only take half the time you took to deal with him."

"At least you should have some ideas in mind before you brag. Do you really think I know nothing about the power education environment within the Holy See?" Euphia said with disdain.

"The manuals on the cultivation of the light element in the library of the Holy See have long been mass-produced books. Everyone who enters the Holy See needs to learn those things. Over time, even if we can still confirm that the attack methods in those books are very powerful, we have to say that they are all similar and stereotyped."

"When people of the same type fight together, who doesn't know who? If you go down and fight Lu Si'en, I'm afraid it's better to fight with Lan Zhe, and the victory will be decided faster."

Euphia reasonably retorted to Egbert: "Admit it, in your petty heart, you are jealous of Sully praising me."

Egbert: ……………………

"So what if it is so?" Egbert admitted.

"Of course it's not that great, but just seeing that you are not used to me but can't kill me makes me happy." Euphia's mentality had already reached the point when she was in Ziso Town that she would be happy if Egbert was unhappy.

The support suddenly rushed out to use the Wushuang, forcing the output to be a support. This was enough for Euphia to curse Egbert that he would never be able to have close contact with Sully, or be patted on the head, etc. in his life...

Let’s talk about it next life!

And Suli.

Cyril nudged his shoulder with her elbow and whispered, "How did you do that?"

"How did you do that?" Suli was confused.

"What I mean is that Brother Egg and Sister Euphia were about to fight, but they didn't bother you at all or anything."

"Well..." Suli himself didn't know.

However, even if he was born in the so-called Shura field, Suli would not feel any sense of pressure.

Facing everything calmly until the end of life is the goal Sully has always hoped to achieve.

So he replied to Cyril calmly: "Maybe it's because if they start fighting and I'm involved, as long as there's even a little bit of aftermath, I'll have to collect the bodies."

Therefore, those who often go to the small building or live in the small building unanimously agree not to fight in front of Sully.

Because if Sully loses even a hair, everyday fights will escalate into life-and-death struggles.

In response, Cyril just gave a thumbs up and said nothing more.

He did not intend to join in the heated atmosphere. He asked Suli, "You just asked the commander of the Amiqbi soldiers, do you have any other ideas?"

"I can't really say what I think, but I just feel that the person behind the current situation is a bit scary." Suli said frankly.

Then he said, "But I didn't see you showing any fear at all."

Suli did not respond to this question, but said: "I asked who the commander behind the scenes was, just to know what the other party was thinking."

"Euphia alone caused the deaths of more than a dozen Knights of Light and a Patriarch. The Church will only consider the losses to be too heavy. Therefore, no matter who the Church sends later, it will definitely take the initiative to force the controller of the Amicbee soldiers and demand that he send troops."

Otherwise, this alliance would be meaningless.

"And if we can identify the commander in advance, it will be easy to infer the enemy's general offensive strategy from the reactions of Amikubi's soldiers later."

"The current number of soldiers is still too small. Compared with a city of hundreds of thousands of people, the number of more than 2,000 is just a joke."

Suli thought about it and wanted to sigh.

"Besides, it was said before that a top-level warrior could take on an entire city. Now that there isn't even a single leader among the soldiers, it's hard not to wonder why these people are here in such numbers."

"If the value of their existence is to decide to die so that the next royal family can more brazenly send a large army to besiege the city, it not only doesn't make sense, it also makes people feel sick."

"If not, then we need to consider how many soldiers will be deployed behind these 2,000 people as the fastest movers to support them."

Sully pursed his face, raised his head slightly and said, "In the letter sent by Willard, there is a rough estimate of Ophelia's strength. It cannot be said that she is very weak, but it can be said that she is not much different from Cyril. If we can determine her direction in advance and find an opportunity to capture the thief first, then there is a great possibility of avoiding the threat brought by Xia Zuo who is controlled by her."

"Being surrounded and suppressed is not scary, nor is being labeled as an evil person. What really scares people is being killed before they even put up any resistance, leaving only corpses."

Sully didn't mind telling his thoughts, because after he knew about Ophelia's existence, the royal family was openly saying that they were complicated.

If this complexity cannot be understood in advance, then no matter whether he chooses to return to the inner city or continue to stay in Sadina City in the future, he can judge in advance which option is better for him.

After Suli finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to be paving the way for the child instinctively.

He coughed softly, trying to ease the embarrassment.

At the same time, Euphia and Egbert, who were about to fight, completely ignored Lan Zhe who was not far away and said, "Just quarrel among yourselves, why drag me into it?"

Egbert took the initiative to say, "If we can really determine the location of the other party's commander, then I will apply to carry out this assassination mission. After all, among all of us, I am the only one whose strength can be considered decent."

Those who were “not good enough” by the map cannon: …

Roy was originally sitting by the wall. He stood up suddenly after hearing this. He said fiercely, "Ha, you are amazing. You can even say such a thing. You are bragging about yourself and you are stepping on others. Do you have any shame? Besides, where are you going to put the crow?"

The crow was now standing on Sully's shoulder, but because its presence was too low and it had not transformed into a human form, it was ignored by everyone.

The leader of the Lions Club also joined in the fun: "As for the art of assassination, although I am no longer young, I have been involved in hundreds of assassination missions."

"Egg, you don't think that killing everyone who sees you is a perfect assassination, do you? Strength in assassination is not the standard for measuring absolute victory. For mercenaries, first-level mercenaries can also kill a 'strong man' like you as long as they find the opportunity."

Lan Zhe even mocked: "A person with the element of light on his head, who looks like he has a light bulb on his head wherever he goes, is going to assassinate... Haha, I really doubt my eyes."

Du Ya: “Ga…” Then you go ahead, I’ll take care of Suli.

Yufia laughed out loud: "It's so funny. I didn't expect everyone to say everything I wanted to say."

Egbert: Tsk...

Suli was helpless: "Killing the opposing commander in advance is just a possibility that exists in fantasy. This idea cannot be realized."

"Isn't it natural for a strong man to protect his weaknesses?" Suli raised his hand and let everyone take a look at the various runes on his arm.

Being dressed up like this, Sully truly discovered how much everyone feared his death.

Therefore, when Xia Zuo had the power to assassinate the president of the alliance, when Su Li wanted to kill Ophelia, he also guessed that he might also be targeted by Ophelia.

The information Willard gave between the lines was only intelligence, not Ophelia's character. However, her action of letting Xia Zuo assassinate her can actually be inferred that she is not someone who cares about human life.

The more Suli thought about it, the more he felt: "Why is retirement life so difficult..."

For a salted fish, it seemed like something was not right in every way.

The crow blinked, no longer pretending to be a decoration, and whispered, "Perhaps this is the inevitable experience of participants being different from that of bystanders."

Sully felt inexplicably comforted and nodded.

Then Suli added: "Based on the current situation, there shouldn't be any major changes within a day, so before the enemy commander officially shows up, everyone should rest well and face tomorrow in the best condition."

Having said that, Sully got up and chose to go back to the small building.

That place was where he had stayed the longest since he came to this world, and it was also the most suitable place for him to think about things.

However, the adults who were left on the top of the city wall did not expect that Sully, who returned to the small building with Cyril, would fall to the ground with weak legs almost the moment he stepped into the house.

Cyril was startled and reached out to help him, only to find that Sully's face was pale, even more frightening than when he was sick in Jisuo Town.

Sully, who was held by the upper body and helped up, said to Mark, who was pushed back by the Lions leader because of his not-so-strong strength, "Help me get a trash can," amid the anxious quacking of the crows beside him.

The next second Suli covered his mouth tightly.

Cyril was at a loss for words: "What's wrong with you? What should I do?!"

Sully couldn't say anything.

His stomach was now churning like a car-sick person who had been forced to sit in a car for more than ten hours.

My stomach was churning and my brain was in a state of confusion.

The food that refluxed down the esophagus was stuck in the throat, but due to the insignificant self-esteem of an adult, he was not allowed to spit it out directly on the ground.

It wasn't until Mark came over with a trash can that Sully stopped suppressing himself and just vomited.

When his stomach was empty, Sully took the handkerchief that Mark had hastily taken out, pressed the corner of his mouth with it instead of his palm, and said to Cyril in a muffled voice, "Please pour me a glass of water."

Cyril seemed to react at this time, feeling bad for his own stupidity in the face of the unexpected situation, and he said loudly: "There is no need to be polite at this time."

In a flash he rushed into the kitchen.

It was not until Sully had packed up, his hand holding the cup of water trembling slightly, and he took a deep breath, that he was able to answer Mark's question, "What's wrong with you?"

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