I have a long-lived pawn shop.

Even Veron felt that the training volume in one month could not be increased.

The girls selected by the Saint face assessment standards that are higher than those of the Killing Corps. Ordinary people's physical fitness and fitness are not as good as those of psychics. It is very difficult for them to reach the same assessment standards as psychics, let alone surpass them in a short period of time.

Only a few people were able to do this, and Wei Xi was the only one who completed all the courses in the first phase.

No wonder An Lina thinks Wei Xi is a genius.

However, she herself does not admit that she is a genius. Apart from her physical talent, what is important is that she has a strong self-discipline and plans everything she does. From childhood to adulthood, everything is in order.

Unfortunately, her broken body always holds her back.

Only when you lose something do you know how to cherish it. She cherishes this healthy body very much and is very willing to make it stronger.

Even if she is running until she is sweaty or fighting until she is exhausted, she will not stop.

Compared to the feeling of powerlessness after exerting all my willpower but still not being able to leave the house, what does the fatigue after exercising like this matter?

She really felt happy from it.

The joy of being able to move freely.

It's just that His Majesty's training of them is indeed very strange. The real strength of soldiers lies in their ability to use guns, snipers, bombs, or teamwork, various tactical arrangements and strategic awareness, as well as their ability to obey.

After all, times have changed. No one person can support an army anymore. The strongest psychic who simply competes in martial arts must be skilled in the use of firearms and be proficient in various tactics and knowledge. This is the real skill.

But it is obvious that Wei Xi, with the unsparing supply of resources from the Vatican and the emperor, has acquired combat capabilities far exceeding those of ordinary soldiers and command capabilities comparable to those of senior military officers.

If I have to describe it, Wei Xi is more like a Möbius strip, which has only one side, but if you walk from one point all the way down, you can see the scenery on the back side. As long as you don't jump out of its scope, you will never find the border.

Wei Xi had no training mission today, so she was reading in her small black prayer hall. This was not a building open to the public, but a suburban temple built by a Vatican monk with his life as a gift to God.

Now that it has been requisitioned, many soldiers in black uniforms have surrounded the prayer hall in the suburbs, several important figures have come in person, two armored vehicles are parked side by side at the front door, and there is even a steam-powered single-person soldier that looks like a devil's scales patrolling back and forth.

The hems of the soldiers' uniforms were blown up by the wind, revealing the exposed muzzles of their rifles. Belts were tied crosswise around their waists, with two-foot-long sharp blades hanging from them.

Wei Xi read quietly, as if what she heard in her ears was the sound of the flute in the courtyard, the girl's happy laughter and some harmless shouts and screams, and the chirping of nightingales on the branches of pine and fir trees on a spring night.

But in fact, this place is not far from the battlefield, and the sound of artillery is still deafening here. No one shows any fear, and everyone's face is as hard as iron.

After sending her here, Belon left. His rank was not high enough to participate in a meeting of this standard. As for Wei Xi, her original noble status and outstanding qualifications were enough to make the bigwigs treat her with kindness.

--Both His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope endorsed her, and no one dared to treat Wei Xi with disrespect in courtesy. They were experienced and knew how much expectation His Majesty the Emperor had placed on Abigail, and they also knew that the answer sheet submitted by this girl in just half a month was simply exhilarating.

The compatibility rate of the Holy Son of the Korba Federation with the relics of the gods may be around 50%. The Shusheng Sect has been cultivating him vigorously since he was born, and it has been fruitful for many years, but Wei Xi is far more evil than him.

In just one month, her matching rate increased from 10% to about 30% - this was a secret among secrets, and only a few people knew about it. The Holy See meant to protect Wei Xi immediately, but His Majesty the Emperor and Wei Xi herself insisted on the original plan.

"The Sin Saint Xila" is not a weak thing. Monsters can only be born from blood and fire.

The door of the inner hall of the prayer hall was pushed open, and the bigwigs of the empire filed out. Wei Xi saw Admiral Marton inside. The gray-haired old man smiled and nodded at her. Wei Xi returned the greeting, her eyes fixed on Bangdang who came out last.

The emperor's close aide was wearing a neatly tailcoat and had a gold fountain pen stuck in his chest. After he saluted, he said, "Countess, His Majesty wants to see you."

He led Wei Xi to the scripture reading room deep in the prayer hall. It was not big, but it was quite deep inside. Bangdang walked in front. The pure fuel on the wall emitted a dim glow in the brass lampshade.

Unlike its plain appearance, this building near the battlefield of Bottero State has been well restored. The red velvet curtains, dark red embroidered wool carpets and exquisite oak tables all show the luxurious atmosphere of the royal family.

All the girls were performing different tasks at the same time, but only Wei Xi was summoned by His Majesty in person.

In the middle of the hall stood a huge combat sand table, densely populated with small flags representing a troop.

Emperor Odin, wearing casual clothes that were easy for him to move in, stood beside the sand table thinking. When he saw Wei Xi coming, he just nodded slightly. They all gave up the useless greetings. The war had already started in a short time, and the scale was not large. It could be considered a tentative attack.

"Your target is Richard von Duwana Wilson, the Grand Duke of Lipton. The mission will last for a week. You will be picked up at the border of Lipton in a week. The detailed instructions are all on the document. I have high expectations for you. Don't let me down, Abigail."

Wei Xi picked up the brown paper bag on the table, quickly read a page, and said, "Any means are acceptable?"

"It doesn't matter if it affects civilians. War is something that will dirty everyone's hands. Those who use morality to restrain their own hands and feet will die the fastest." Emperor Odin turned around, his expression was extremely cold in the dim light, "When you kill the Grand Prince and come back, you will officially start to contact the Black Cross Legion."

Wei Xi thought of the steam soldiers he saw. They were on guard around the building, with heavy footsteps going back and forth, and their armor occasionally colliding with each other, making dull sounds, which was exquisite and terrifying.

She liked those war weapons and accepted the emperor's blatant favors. At the same time, she also understood that she could only get everything if she completed the task. If she failed once, she would be abandoned for not being perfect enough.

"I will bring you victory, Your Majesty." Wei Xi said in a low voice. Although she was young, she was not arrogant or rebellious at all. She was as precise as a machine. She was a soldier now, and soldiers should serve the national interest. She did not have much room for choice.

Odin patted her on the shoulder and asked someone to take her out to choose her equipment.

The equipment room is located underground. Since it is a military facility, no decoration has been done.

A gray reinforced concrete corridor, a thick curved shelter, rough cement walls, a heavy explosion-proof steel door, and two fully armed soldiers standing in front of the corridor.

The entire equipment room was filled with the smell of gunpowder from ammunition and the smell of oil from gun maintenance.

Rows of pitch-black guns were neatly hung on the shelves, and bullets and magazines of various types glowed with a cold luster. Wei Xi took a quick glance and saw many strange-shaped steam equipments whose uses were unknown.

Wei Xi selected a combat uniform of the right size and went to the women's locker room to change into it.

The black combat uniform is simple in style without any unnecessary decoration. It is slightly close-fitting when put on. The fabric is thin but elastic. There are precious metal protections at vital parts. There are many hidden buckles on the belt, which are used to hold guns and magazines.

Then she tied a gauze skirt on and moved, the hem of the skirt swirling and wrapping around her legs, as if time was flowing backwards, a flower shrinking from a blooming state to a bud, which did not affect her movements and at the same time dispelled the murderous aura of the combat uniform.

Wei Xi is not a psychic, so the psychic matrix that provides other protections cannot be activated. The people at the Perpetual Motion Research Institute can only do their best to improve the performance of the metal.

After changing her clothes, she walked to the place where the guns were placed. According to the weapon label, she took a standard pistol and put it on her waist. She also took two magazines and a short blade with a sharp blade and anti-glare treatment.

Finally, the military logistics personnel brought her a cello case, which was Wei Xi's main weapon.

Wei Xi opened the wooden surface of the cello and assembled the slender weapon inside. The thing looked like a musket, but it looked more like half psychic and half steam. Its destructive power far exceeded that of ordinary guns and was almost comparable to that of a rocket launcher.

Ordinary people have no way to withstand its recoil. Only psychics with enhanced bodies can use it as a sniping tool. Wei Xi is an exception.

After the inspection, she carried her violin case, put on a beige windbreaker, left the border town, and boarded the train to the Principality of Lipton.

In late summer, the sky was clear blue, with white clouds rolling in the sky. A pair of kestrels were flying flipping over, probably a courtship ritual among birds of prey. In the distance was an endless field.

The Principality of Lipton is an ally of the Empire of Kaffa. Although it is called an ally, it is actually just a younger brother in the cracks. It does not have a strong army, but is famous for its art and tourism. There are many theaters and galleries. There are large areas of roses and honeysuckle outside the capital. The rich fragrance of the flowers when they bloom seems to flood people's heads like a tide.

Perhaps things that are too romantic are always prone to be indecisive. The Principality of Lipton was keeping the Kafa Empire hanging while secretly flirting with the Korba Federation. Wei Xi's mission was to pour cold water on the Principality of Lipton with the life of the Grand Duke.

"It's really like a wild beast. Does it want to smell the scent of flesh and blood?" Wei Xi looked at the red kestrel flying outside the window and gave a gentle smile.

Her face has been slightly modified and disguised, no longer having such aggressive beauty. Now her facial features are plain and her temperament is more like that of a wandering cellist. Whenever she arrives in a city, she performs in lively places, and the artist's delicacy is fully reflected.

In the twilight, she arrived at Forlair, the capital of the Principality of Lipton.