What did you do with the dice?

Equipment, manpower, agriculture, and preliminary preparations are almost all complete.

The people of Zhulei Territory are happy because they have high output, make money, and have a good life.

Sanitta was happy because he had something to look forward to every day and felt that he was getting closer and closer to his destination, which was to return to Earth.

The elves were happy because the Sunny Tower was happy.

The cat was happy because Rusalka was free recently.

Vishas was happy because she was about to fulfill her mother's last wish and bring Rusalka back to the sea.

The only one who was not very happy was Rusalka, because he hadn't fought for a long time, and now the system prompts kept popping up in the lower right corner, which was very annoying.

[System prompt: You have gained a certain amount of faith in the God of War, some of which has been converted into faith in the God of Nature.]

Alas, it can’t be eaten as food, but it has to be eaten as food.

Life is not easy, Yu Yu sighed.

Chapter 351 Nani, the information is false

The main force of the Estron Scavenger Brigade, the "Beacon Tower", received the order to wait for support from the "Chaser" when it was at the border.

According to the messenger, the troops they were pursuing had already locked onto the mission target, which was indeed as predicted, in a place called "Silver City", but there were many locals and it would be meaningless for too many people to go there, so they took the lead in grabbing the credit, and after completing the mission, they would evacuate according to the planned location, and you only needed to be responsible for picking them up.

Having said that, after waiting for half a month without any news, the leader of the Beacon Tower decided to wait until the weather warmed up a bit, buy some dry food supplies in a small village on the border, and then disguise himself as a knight of Esdi and cross the border to Silver City to inquire about the situation.

The border of Sinidi has always been very close to current affairs. When he heard that they were from Esdi and came specifically to visit Rusalka, he thought about the good cooperation between Sinidi and Esdi recently.

Although this group of people did not have souvenirs or passes, nor did they produce any proof such as holy emblems, they were briefly passed over for the sake of the gold coins and because they did come from the east. They only checked that they did not carry any contraband and did not have any freight carriages with them, so it seemed that they were not smuggling.

Since they were sure that it had nothing to do with money, they were naturally let off easily.

The first thing they did after rushing to Silver City was to inquire about the news.

There was no news from the chasing team now, so it was likely that they had been wiped out. However, I heard that in the noble wars in Sinidi, prisoners were rarely killed, and a ransom system was adopted instead. This place was not a big city, and the mayor was at most a viscount. The strength of my group was there, and the backing behind them was strong enough, so money was not a problem. We could talk to the other side and force them to take a step back on their home turf and release our companions.

Things like Rusalka's marriage were something that people would talk about after dinner, and even people in nearby towns and villages could just hear about it, but there was no news about the disappearance of the entire chasing team.

After all, family disgrace should not be made public. The fact that Rusalka's wedding was disrupted by someone was almost a slap in the face. Naturally, no one among the guests dared to gossip about it, and everyone ended the incident as if nothing had happened. They also spent a lot of effort to hear about this from the drunk guards, although other residents thought it was pure bragging. How could there be a thief who would set his sights on the wedding of the new Grand Duke Rusalka?

But when the people in the beacon tower heard the information, they immediately felt a chill in their hearts: Could it be that they really had a collision?

Their intelligence department was still unsure. They took another look at the handwritten letter they were carrying. It contained a very brief sentence: Zhulei Rusalka, the newly promoted Baron of the Zhulei Family in the 541st year of the Kingdom Calendar, Honorary Grand Knight. It was said that he became a Paladin after further studies in Esdi in his early years, but he had no record of serving in Esdi. He became the Lord of Silver City the following year, and his title had not yet been transferred.

Although it is already the 547th year of the Kingdom Calendar, this investigation report from the guild in Sinidi is updated every two years. Major events are basically updated annually or even monthly. For example, he was promoted from a baron to a grand duke within five years. This is as outrageous as a rooster laying eggs, and they are golden eggs.

No, I can’t be sure whether this teardrop is that teardrop. I should find someone to ask what’s going on first.

"Which Grand Duke of the Pearly Tear family are you talking about?"

"Huh? You don't even know about this. Are you from Sneedi?"

"Yes, yes. I did come from neighboring Esidi not long ago. I plan to do some small business on the border. I don't know much about it yet. Which of the three great dukes of the Sinidi Kingdom is this Duke of Pearl Tears?"

"Your news is outdated. Now it's the Four Great Dukes. Our Lord, Master Zhulei Rusalka, has been named the kingdom's new Grand Duke. This is now the Grand Princess City, and every inch of land is worth a fortune. Years ago, I bought a house here for one gold coin and was given a permanent resident certificate. Now, even that certificate is worth one gold coin, and as for the house, you can't buy it even if you offer ten gold coins! What do you think? I have good taste, don't I? I knew our Lord would rise to great heights."

Hiss—this doesn’t seem right. Has he drunk too much?

But after asking around, he realized that the ones who might have drunk too much were not this group of drunk people, but their own Central Guild Intelligence Department.

At the agreed time, several intelligence personnel gathered at a hotel to report on their work.

Chief Virik first asked the scouts who were scouting the city's defenses, "How is it going? How long will it take to defeat the city's lord?"

"The city lord's mansion is laxly guarded. Aside from the two gatekeepers, there aren't even patrols. However, I've noticed quite a few elves living there. A rough estimate is around twenty or so. While they don't look like guards, I'm not sure if they'll be able to help. If they join the fight during an invasion, I'm sure the elven squad, each with a sharpshooter, will be a real challenge."

"Where did the little city lord of this shabby place get his elf team? Besides, don't elves always get along with humans?"

"That's unclear. The elves are always quick to act. Maybe they were bored in the forest and wanted to go out and play, so they coerced this little human lord into keeping them and providing them with good food and drink."

"But with only about twenty of us, without a pre-emptive defensive position on high ground and the forest to rely on, the elves aren't very strong in a frontal attack, so a blitz is still possible." Verik nodded and turned to the intelligence officer in charge of investigating their whereabouts. "Have you gotten any information on the movements of the 'pursuers' and the 'target'?"

"As for the mission target, there's some uncertain intelligence. A merchant reported seeing mermaids in the city lord's mansion. They're suspected to be new alien slaves purchased by the local lord. Whether or not it's the mission target remains to be confirmed."

Virik held his forehead. "Does this even need to be confirmed? This is Snidi, the westernmost part of the continent. Can you go to the slave market here and buy me another mermaid?"

"There's no information about the pursuers, but I heard that a group of people went to disrupt the local lord's wedding banquet a few days ago, but they were quickly suppressed."

Tsk, that sounds like a bad premonition.

Verik sighed. "Alas, these guys are too eager for success and too reckless. When I get back, I'll report them to the elders in the council. The ransom will be deducted from their operating funds. I'll also find out where they're being held. If they refuse to release the prisoners, I'll storm the prison and deduct the prop fee from them as well. Let's go and have a proper talk with the local lord."

"Uh, but wait a minute, Boss. I have some information here too."

"explain."

"The lord here is called 'Pearl Tear Rusalka'."

"I know. Isn't the information in the Guild Intelligence Department very clear? The little baron of the Pearl Tears family has several thousand troops under his command. After seizing the position of Lord of Silver City during the Sneidi Civil War, he was inclined to be promoted to Viscount, but he hasn't been canonized yet."

"Ah... that's not the case. I found out he's a Grand Duke."

"Did you get drunk with those boastful people when you went to the tavern to gather intelligence? Do you know what a 'Grand Duke' is in the country of Snidi? There are only three Grand Dukes in Snidi: the Guardian Knight Family in the southwest, the Drai Family in the east, and the Oaks Family in the north. They are equivalent to the lords of our Esterlen Council, and they hold the highest seats."

He paused and stamped the floor. "The Kingdom of Snidi is divided into three parts, and technically, we are now standing on the land of the Delai family. I guess you meant 'Viscount'."

The intelligence officer quickly waved his hand to confirm his accuracy. "But everyone in the city says that Snidi is now one of the Four Dukes, and Pearl Tear is one of them. I find that outrageous, but it seems to be true. We might be standing on Pearl Tear family territory. Well, come to think of it, does this Pearl Tear lord really only have a few thousand troops under his command? When we arrived, the camp with the Pearl Tear family flag looked like it had at least two thousand horses. Would a baron lord be so generous as to turn every soldier into a cavalryman?"

Everyone was stunned and looked at the information booklet in their hands that contained information about important local figures. The page about local nobles clearly stated: Rusalka, Baron Pearl Tears.

As for his family tree, well, let alone a grand ducal family, even a baronial family is hard to say now. It seems that his blood relationship is cleaner than that of a stray dog ​​on the roadside. This is the value of a name occupying a page alone.

"you sure?"

"I can demonstrate it right now."

The intelligence agent walked out of the hotel, ran to the street, found a passerby, patted the latter's shoulder, and laughed loudly: "Hey, brother, what have you been busy with lately?"

The passerby was buying fried dough sticks and was startled. He turned around and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Me, don't you recognize me? We had a few drinks together before, and we complained about how the land in this place was getting more and more expensive, and how it was impossible to buy a whole house. Oh, your memory is so bad."

He couldn't remember the night he'd run into the person opposite him, but then he thought about it, he'd had a few nights where he felt a little dizzy after drinking, and what he said did sound like what he'd been complaining about recently: "Oh—oh, it's you! Haha, how are you doing lately?"

"That's about it. Did you attend the wedding of our lord, the Duke of Pearl Tears?"

"Of course we have to. Our Lord is very dignified. It's a double celebration! He's getting married and promoted to Grand Duke at the same time. He's inviting everyone to a banquet. We're permanent residents of Silver City, well-known and respected. We'd be remiss if we didn't go and have a meal, haha."

"Haha, I hope he gets married a few more times in the future. Okay, okay, you go get busy. I have to get back to work too. Come on! Let's have a couple of drinks at our old place next time!"

"Okay, okay."

The agent walked back to the hotel, went up to the third floor, entered the room, and shrugged: "I think it's broad daylight now, this guy shouldn't be too drunk."

The other intelligence officers were left behind, who had drawn the curtains again and were reading the booklet in their hands over and over again with confused looks on their faces.

Nani, the information is false?

"So, should we still attack by force?"

Vereker was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Change of plan! Let's prepare two letters: one requesting a visit and one a letter of apology."

There is no one here who doesn't know how to write an apology letter. After all, in Estelon, a country ruled by law, it is unlikely that if one selects 100 apology letters for duplicate checking, the overlap rate will be less than 80%. This industrially mass-produced thing can be written by any Estelon person.

If you feel ashamed, unable to put pen to paper, and hesitate when writing this, then you must be a spy sent by Esdy next door.

But they also have subjects they are not good at: "Uh, how do I write a visit request?"

Who are they? The Scavenger Squad! They come looking for someone, and they definitely don't knock.

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Sanita knocked on the door and said to Rusalka, who was combing Phoenix's fur, "Hey, the guild said there's a letter for you. It's addressed to Grand Duke Rusalka of Pearl Tears herself."

Why are there still people sending letters to the guild these days? It can't be some anonymous petition, right?

Rusalka used a small comb and combed out the stray hair into the wastebasket beside her: "Cat, thank you, because you are the closest to me."

Sanita was a little speechless: "Oh, then I have actually seen it."

Rusalka: “Ugh~”

He opened the envelope and saw that it was sent from Estron. There was no special pattern on it, just words saying that the person's name was "Beacon Tower". Regarding some recent misunderstandings from Estron, he wanted to meet with Rusalka to exchange ideas. He could write down his free time and then hand the letter to the guild and tell them to give it to "Beacon Tower". They would send someone to pick it up.

"If hard tactics don't work, are you planning on using soft tactics? I don't think this Vesas is that scary. She doesn't look like she can destroy Esterlun. Could it be that she can actually transform into a Kun? A Kun is so big that it can't fit in a pot."

"You're overthinking it. We've weakened them. And it looks like they've already reached Silver City. Let's meet them. Oh, and bring Vishas along."

"Why? They obviously want to kill Yuyu, shouldn't we hide Yuyu?"

Sanita didn't say anything, but instead gave Rusalka enough face and chatted privately: (Stupid, you get confused when you mention Yuyu, right? First, Weishas is safest in our sight. Who could kill her, an immortal, right under the noses of you, me, and Phoenix? Second, I'm eager for them to make a move, so I have an excuse to pack them all up and take them away. You know, the more people we capture, the more nervous they'll get, which will make it easier for us to talk to the parliament.)

(Hey, I get it, honey.)

(Tsk.)

Chapter 352: Duke Zhulei, please come this way

Being the boss is a good thing no matter where you are, but in Esterlen, especially in an underground organization like the Scavengers, being the leader means being bullied by both sides.

There are those congressmen sitting on top of the Twin Towers drinking coffee, looking down at the common people, and being out of touch with the world. They are very obscure and are just passing on some orders to avoid legal risks. If they misunderstand, the first person to be held accountable is the boss.

The people below him seemed to be quite clueless. Unless they were caught, in debt, or desperate, who would be willing to work for the scavengers? Being a security guard for the Tribunal, even as a police dog, with the peace of mind of clocking in and out every day, wasn't that great?

The worst thing is that the "chasers" from the next group seem to have offended someone they shouldn't have, and we have to send someone to contact him.

Who to send?

You are our boss, what do you think?

Generally speaking, having reached this position in the core organization of the Scavengers, Virik is not afraid of fighting or death. But not being afraid is one thing, and it does not mean that he likes to die. Failure to complete the mission is a small matter. If the senator above knew that he was "afraid of death" or "did not try his best", then his family in Esterlen might be implicated and suffer.

There was no other way but to sit in the reception room, led by the servants in the Silver City Mansion. The reception room did not look like the luxurious style of the Sinedi nobles as rumored, but was dressed quite simply, waiting for the lord here to come and take a seat to receive him.

Rusalka and Sanita arrived almost at the same time, one main and one deputy.

The maid team brought four refreshments and placed them on the table. Virik was relieved at first, as the other party's attitude seemed good. He thought he might have misunderstood. But what soon surprised Virik was that there were obviously two extra refreshments, but neither of them was placed for him. Instead, they were placed on the empty seats one and two to the right of the Sani Tower.

Rusalka: "What's your name?"

Verik: "Your Majesty, the Grand Duke of Pearly Tears, please call me Beacon Fire."

Rusalka nodded and snapped her fingers. Soon, Weishas came trotting in and sat down in the second seat to the right of Sanita. "Here you are, can I eat?"

A hint of subtle surprise flashed across Weirik's eyes: the target of the mission was really here, and the other party specifically asked her to come in front of him, which meant that he already knew the mission of her trip. He put the target of the mission here without any concealment. This was simply a naked provocation.

The hand hidden in his right pocket was stroking a small stone, but after thinking about it, he decided not to take any further action. The other party must have something to rely on to do this, so he could only wait and see.

Sanitta also kept the spells he had recited silently in mind. Today, he let Rusalka freely use his intelligence and see how long it would take him to talk the opponent out of control.

Rusalka glanced at Weishasi, who doted on Yuyu so much: "Sure, if it's not enough, ask for more. This was originally prepared for you."

"Wow, thank you~"

Satisfied, Vishas rolled up the fruit with her flippers and began to nibble on it.

Rusalka also picked up a round, red fruit that resembled an apple and took a bite. As she chewed, she asked, "What brings this uninvited guest from Esterlun to see me?"

"Well, I wanted to ask if you've seen anyone else from Esterlen here before?"

"I have." Rusalka nodded and pointed. "They stormed into my wedding on my wedding day, causing great chaos and panic, and ruining my reception."

He was right. The criminals who broke in were indeed confused and panicked after the first encounter.

It was indeed a mess, with enemy corpses and bloody filth all over the ground. It was very difficult to clean up.

Sanitita added: "We have suffered significant property and personal losses. The property damage has been calculated, but the mental compensation for the people is still being calculated. This includes the cost of psychological counseling, some additional personnel expenses, lost wages, overtime pay, and workers' compensation, all of which need to be calculated together."

Rusalka: (Our Pearl Tears receive such comprehensive benefits? How come I didn’t know we had such a huge loss?)

Sanita: (Sorry, I just said it casually. Just treat it as it is. It’s extortion anyway.)

Verik was silent for a moment, then said, "Regarding this matter, I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding between us, Esterlon, and you, the master of Snidi."

Rusalka: "Your name, 'Beacon Fire,' and this misunderstanding remind me of an allusion, 'The Beacon Fire Tricks the Princes.' In our Sinidi history, there was a tyrant king who had a very beautiful concubine from the Filin tribe named 'Bao Si.' She was always gloomy and never smiled. To make her smile, the king lit a beacon fire in Alice City, calling for help. The nearby nobles led their troops to the rescue, but when they realized they had been tricked, they looked at each other in bewilderment. Bao Si just happened to smile. From then on, the king kept using this trick to make her laugh, and as a result, he lost everyone's trust."

"Then the Aiel Empire invaded, and the king lit the beacon fire again. This time, the nobles thought it was another trick and didn't go to rescue him. Guess what happened?"

Verik was stunned. He hadn't expected Rusalka's story to have such an interactive part. Although he had never heard of such a strange historical story in Sneidi, he followed his words and said, "Huh? The nobles didn't lead their troops to rescue, which led to the fall of Alice City?"

But isn't Sinidi's northern frozen fortress known as the Orcs' Wall of Sighs? Since the founding of Sinidi, apart from the recent civil unrest, has the capital ever been attacked by the El Empire?

Rusalka shouted, "Wrong! Later, this beautiful, powerful, immortal, and incompetent ruler single-handedly charged into the enemy camp, defeated the million-strong army of the El Empire, and protected Sinidi. This story tells us that trash is trash. No matter how many there are, it's useless. They're the same with or without them. They might as well go back to the fountain and hang out. The other nobles of Sinidi's greatest contribution to the entire game is the click to start the game. If it weren't for that beautiful, powerful, immortal, and incompetent ruler, Alice City would be like this concubine's name: Bao (Bao) Si (Si) my brother."