The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Ouch! What happened?"

Veldla arrived with a cart of boxed lunches and found the officers lined up outside in the dim light. A few had swollen faces and bleeding noses, clearly having been badly beaten. Because they were preparing for a rebellion, everyone was on edge. Thinking something serious had happened, he quickly drew his gun and asked, "What's going on?"

"No, nothing happened."

An officer said in a muffled voice, "That woman wanted to test our fighting ability."

"Testing his fighting ability?" Wilder looked down and saw an unconscious man lying at their feet. He leaned over to check. "Why is Ivica unconscious? Was it that woman who beat him? Don't tell me that's the case. How could he not even be able to beat a woman?"

"That's it."

The officer continued, "And she only hit him once."

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a cry of pain, another person fell out from the tent curtain and rolled awkwardly several times on the muddy grass. The officers in the formation laughed in glee, but no one took the initiative to help him up. It was Wilder who finally offered a hand: "Are you okay?"

"......No." The officer wiped the mud off his face and stood at the back of the team.

"nobody?"

Ophelia lifted the tent curtain and looked at Wilder: "You, you want to try?"

"Uh, no thanks. I'm just here to deliver food." Looking back at the officers, Wilder shook his head decisively. Seeing the one-armed man Tirion appear from behind Ophelia, he immediately showed a look of relief: "Hey! Let's eat! Everyone must be hungry!"

"Yes, let's leave it at that for tonight, Madam? Several of our brothers are still seriously injured. They are used to being rough around the edges and don't know how to be polite. I apologize to you on their behalf, but we really need to focus on the plan, so..."

"Alright, General." Ophelia straightened her uniform, which was a bit messy from the beatings, and glanced at the officers' faces one by one. "I see some of your good brothers are still not convinced. How about this? Since it's not time for action tomorrow, let's do some shooting training."

When he heard the shooting, Tirion's face couldn't help but twitch.

Doesn’t this woman think that her attacks on others are not harsh enough?

"Look at your performance back then, when you broke into the enemy camp alone and killed dozens of people, anyone who saw it with their own eyes would no longer think you were a weak woman." Tirion thought about it and decided that since his brothers had already been taught a lesson tonight, it would be good to deepen their impression tomorrow, at least to make them more convinced of his decision.

So Tirion simply nodded without saying anything more. "Alright, I think we need to provide more benefits to the soldiers in the camp to prevent anyone from focusing their attention here. I will announce that the vacation will be extended by three days."

"Just arrange it."

Ophelia walked back to the tent: "I want to look at the map again. Don't come in and disturb me again."

"of course."

The group of men in front of the tent quickly scattered and almost forgot to pick up their lunch boxes.

Without paying attention to what was happening outside, Ophelia extinguished the oil lamps one by one. With her eyesight, she didn't need this level of illumination at all. Tirion was very afraid of being discovered, so the tent was made of strong thick fabric without even a hole.

For those people outside, once the oil lamp went out, it was completely impossible to peek into the tent - no one dared to go in, at least the officers certainly didn't dare, for fear of being caught and beaten by Ophelia again.

In order to conceal his whereabouts, Tirion arranged this place into a semi-grocery storage area. The corners were filled with a small amount of guns and ammunition, various shovels, spades and other tools, and even homemade needles and thread. Looking at the incongruous biscuit box, it was probably taken from an old woman.

The woman came to the table and looked down at the pile of documents in the faint moonlight.

A wooden board was also set up next to it.

The map nailed to the wooden board was covered with lines and words, and there were also several notes with people's names written on them.

If soldiers from other factions stepped into the tent, unless they were mentally retarded, they would be able to see at a glance what Tirion and his gang were planning.

The plan itself is not complicated.

These soldiers didn't have any fancy ideas. They simply planned to use various excuses to gather the assassination targets together, and Ophelia would be responsible for the action.

The problem is that there are a total of 17 assassination targets, distributed in multiple areas. Tirion is just one of the new factions of the Kronos border guards and is not very popular with some of his compatriots. Therefore, it is impossible to attract all the targets by simply saying "I have something to do, let's have a meeting."

After much discussion, they could only guide the assassination targets to form small groups and defeat them one by one in the shortest possible time. The whole plan became very complicated and the fault tolerance rate was particularly low. If any link was blocked, or the assassination target escaped, or the time was delayed too long and was discovered by others, the town of Kamenica would fall into a small-scale civil war.

Tirion would never want to see this.

Although Ophelia's superhuman fighting ability and ruling philosophy made him determined to go all out, he had to be mentally prepared for the worst outcome. And it was obvious that Ophelia was not the type who was willing to give up halfway. She was here and she was determined to get things done, no matter how many people would die in the process.

It is estimated that the torment and torture in the one-armed general's heart have never subsided.

Starting from the day after tomorrow, personnel will be sent out as planned, taking the first precarious step on the tightrope.

No wonder Tirion has been saying these days that he is really crazy.

Ophelia was flipping through the documents page by page when she suddenly realized that the levitation cloak was pulling at her clothes.

"how?"

The woman put down the documents and looked down at her waist. "Ah... nothing strange. Ordinary clothes are just so-so. I did a few backflips earlier and was too focused on the angle. The tear isn't big. I can just use the sling and straps to hold it in place. It's not on my butt anyway."

The Cloak of Levitation pointed at the workbox.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Ophelia was a little skeptical. "You don't even know how to sort garbage. What if you mess it up? Are you going to let me go out naked?"

【Wronged】

"So you better stay here."

【Particularly aggrieved】

"Alright! Alright! I'll sew it for you. Take it." Ophelia had no choice but to put the documents down again. She grabbed her cloak, which was fluttering pitifully towards the corner, and began to take off her camouflage uniform, which had been torn by the violent movement. "You're hundreds of years old, how can you still act like a child?"

Snapped!

The cloak of levitation slapped her arm.

"Come here, I want to apologize to you."

Ophelia hugged it, and gently touched the collar of the cloak with her red lips to comfort it: "I shouldn't have been so harsh to you today. I was wrong. I just don't like others knowing my secrets, especially a little rascal like you who can sense my inner thoughts... Women always need secrets, do you understand?"

After a few seconds, she gave in. "Well, you don't understand."

【Triumphant】

"This is our little secret." Ophelia stuffed the torn uniform over and tapped the collar of the levitation cloak. "I know you can't speak, but if you tell anyone, I'll make you suffer."

【Excited】

Wow!

This time, the levitating cloak was happy. It rolled up the sewing box and shook it back and forth, making a loud metallic clang. Then it spread the military uniform out on the table. What Ophelia didn't expect was that this thing, which was not very reliable for housework, was actually quite good at sewing.

This is an objective evaluation, above the passing line.

Without the worry of her clothes being tangled together, the woman looked at the map again. She had memorized every area of ​​Kamenica in her mind, and the assassination locations, action sequence and mission routes all corresponded to them one by one. When the time came, she could devour a few Croat soldiers and fully guarantee her success rate.

She wasn't actually that worried about anything happening. If trouble really happened, she would just kill them. However, this would affect Tirion and the entire Kronos border guards' loyalty to her in the future. Only by executing this plan perfectly could she demonstrate her strength to the greatest extent.

...Why does it feel like I've encountered this prerequisite before?

Oh, right, Prague.

Just as Ophelia was slacking off, she heard a slight noise.

It was the sound of army boots on muddy grass.

She turned, grabbed the dagger, and hid it under the large table. Her cloak of levitation reacted quickly, whizzing up her uniform and workbox, and slipping away behind a pile of miscellaneous items to continue sewing. Ophelia waited for about a minute before she saw two pairs of combat boots enter the front entrance, one after the other. Soon, the flashlight flickered, shining directly in front of Ophelia.

"Take it away!"

With a low shout, the flashlight suddenly disappeared: "You idiot, do you want people to find out we're here?"

"You're the idiot! It's so dark, why don't you look where you're going? What if you bump into something?" Another soldier said, "Just don't raise the flashlight above the curtain. Look, how could I be spotted if I'm shining it on the ground like this?"

"hurry up!"

His companion didn't bother to argue: "Get out of my way! Get out of the way!"

Two soldiers approached the central table and began to flip through the papers, but immediately noticed the map on a large wooden board next to it. After a brief silence, the voice that rang out again was mixed with panic and fear: "Damn it, it's true, Tirion is really planning to rebel..."

"He's not going to kill them all... #@!￥%*& (Croatian swear word), their names are all on it!"

"Wait, don't take anything! Let's go!"

"Didn't the boss ask for evidence?"

"Who cares about this? I was wondering why there was no one outside the tent just now! They might have ambushed us and were waiting for us to leave! There's still time! Don't take the things! Let's go! I don't want to leave my life in this damn place!"

Wow!

The workbox rang again.

The two soldiers immediately raised their guns, and in their panic, they forgot the flashlight rules and shone the light directly on the curtain at the corner of the tent, illuminating the floating cloak who was sewing clothes.

Ophelia slowly climbed up behind them.