"We are leaving this city," Elisa said challengingly. She glared at Bai En as if to expect him to refute her. "Hans and I decided to leave."

"I don't blame you," Bai En nodded and said sincerely. "This is a bad place, and it will get worse."

"Is that all you want to say?"

Bai En looked around the room they shared in the short time together. It looked small and empty, and when she left, it seemed even more empty. Is there anything else to say? He really ca n’t blame her for leaving. To be honest, he ca n’t see any real future for them together. Why does it still hurt? Why is there such a feeling of emptiness in his chest? Why does he have such an urge to keep her?

No, this is not true feelings, it is just greed, or human instinct. Just like a child guarding his own toys, there is a pure desire to protect himself. This is not true feelings, nor will there be true feelings, and maybe there will be feelings over time, but at least not for Bai En. That part of him was dead, and he died in the anatomy room of the black tower.

"Are you going to leave with Hans?" He asked, even though he knew everything was impossible, but he just wanted to hear a few words. She looked at him coldly and folded her arms defensively on her chest.

"Yes," she said. "You don't want to stop us?"

He didn't want to, but she seemed to almost let him give a positive answer. "Now it's not safe outside the city," he said lightly.

"We just go back to our village. It's less than a morning away."

"Will they let you go back? I heard that people in the city would be stoned and shot by arrows if they approached villages and farms. In case they were infected with the plague."

"We will survive," she said, but she didn't sound confident about herself. "Anyway, it can't be worse than here, there are plagues, there are gangs, there are mice, everything. At least in the village they know us."

"Of course they know Hans. I remember you said the elders hated him."

"You will mention this thing sooner or later, will you? They will let us go back. I will tell them that we are getting married. They will understand."

"Really? I mean, getting married."

"I think so."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic."

"Oh, Bai En, what else can I do? The rest of my life is caught in the bar by strangers? I fooling around with idle mercenaries? This is not what I want. I want to go home.

"Do you need money?" Bai En can understand this, but since Elisa mentioned marriage, he asked by the way.

Suddenly, she looked a little dodgy. "No," she said. "I'd better go now. Hans is still waiting."

"Be careful," he said, and he was serious. "This is not a safe city."

"You should know," she said. She leaned forward suddenly and kissed his mouth passionately. Just when he was about to hold her in her arms, she broke free and walked towards the door.

"You take good care of yourself now," she said, and he felt a trace of tears in his eyes. Then she left.

It was only later that when he inspected the loose floor, it was discovered that the wallet that Falheim gave him was missing. He was lying on the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Well, he thought, give her the money, at least he wanted to give her. It is very likely that he will not live that long, and he will not be able to spend it himself.

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The Prophet Tangul glanced at the conference room and looked at the Ratmen leaders gathered together. The fiery eyes seemed to discourage anyone from speaking loudly. No one knows what he is going to do.

Luck counted the commanders present. All the leaders of the Scarab clan are here, plus Isaac Glott, Villebris-Nule and One-eyed Heskett. Zhang Sikuike, an assassin of the Isain clan, hid in a corner, occasionally staring at Luck with hate-filled eyes. He did not forget that on the day a long time ago, when the Prophet Tangul humiliated the two of them in front of the whole army, Luck said something to him.

The prophet opened his arms. When he collected magical energy, the trajectory of countless flames followed his claws. This caught everyone's attention in the room, Luck thought. Suddenly, all eyes were focused on Tangul, as if he could make a gesture to eliminate anyone who didn't look at him. That is certainly a possibility, Luck thought. If he correctly recognized these signs, the prophet might have consumed a lot of magic stone powder.

Luke trembled and continued to chew the herb that Villebris-Nure gave him to alleviate the plague. He restrained the urge to check the breastplate to ensure that the parchment and quill stolen from the Tangul private collection did not slip into his sight. He knew that nothing attracted his attention more than that. He was sure they were still there. He could feel the nib poking into the soft hair under his armpit.

"Tonight is your long-awaited night!" Tangul said. "Tonight we will completely smash humanity. Tonight we will invade this city and enslave all the residents. Tonight, we will take a heavy blow to the decline of the Marnus Empire and the rat-people nation that will be remembered for a long time. And fight! "

Tangul was impressive and paused meaningfully, then looked around the room again, as if waiting for someone to interrupt him. No one dared to speak, but Luck saw Villebris-Nure, one-eyed Heskett and Isaac Glott exchanged glances, then looked at him. For their sake, he hoped that the prophet did not notice their movements. He glanced nervously at Tangul, but fortunately, the prophet seemed attracted by his crazy eloquence.

"We will crush humans under the iron claws of our huge horde army. They will inevitably become our slaves. Their wealth will belong to us. Their city will be ours. Their souls will be Dedicated to the devil. "

Tangul paused again, and Isaac-Gloth summoned up the courage to ask a question that Luck could also ask, and this question has always haunted everyone.

"Great leader, how did this happen?"

"How? Really! This plan is both simple and ingeniously amazing. Through the use of force and witchcraft, this will be often discussed in later times. With overwhelming ferocity and superior ratman technology. By--"

"What the **** does it mean, Prophet Tangul?" Villebris-Nule had to interrupt Tangul's self bragging. "I humbly suggest that, like all the ratmen who were born in Yudong, we are all familiar with general methods of attack."

For a moment, Luck could see that because of Nule's arrogance, Tangul was weighing the pros and cons of blowing the plague sacrifice into the elemental molecules that make up him. He was happy when he saw that the cautious belonging to the Ratman had won the final victory, and the Prophet continued to speak.

"I'm about to talk about this, if you don't interrupt me, you will find it. We will attack through the sewers. Each of you will lead your troops to the place marked on the map." , The prophet pointed to the complicated symbol on the large parchment hanging behind him. Many of the participating leaders leaned forward to see where they would be sent.

"I didn't see your rune on this plan," said One-eyed Heskett, blinking one eye. "What are you going to do, prophet?"

Tangul stared at him with burning red eyes. "Where you want your leader to be, I will be there to perform the most difficult and dangerous tasks."

The cowardly Ratman leaders gathered in silence. In fact, they did not expect their leaders to be there. They hoped he could stay behind safely and command the battle. The magic stone powder he swallowed seemed to make him talkative. He continued talking, leaving others silent.

"I will lead this supreme offensive. I will lead our storm commando to attack, they will occupy the palace of the breeder Emmanuel, and capture all the rulers of the city. Tonight they have a ball, this It ’s one of their aimless social activities. I ’m going to pounce on them unexpectedly, and catch them all in my paws. By then the city group will be headless, and humans will surely fall under our attack. ”

The Ratman leaders gathered together whispered more. This is a good plan and a bold one. Luck doesn't know if other people have noticed what he noticed. The prophet carefully chose his position in the attack. If he can grasp this bold move, by arresting the human leader, he can ensure that he gets the most glory. In addition, there is no doubt that it is much safer to attack a group of humans and their owners who go to the ball than to fight a large number of troops in the city.

"This position is too dangerous for a great cunning leader like you," one-eyed Heskett shouted. "It would be a tragedy if the Ratman Nation lost geniuses like Tangul. To prevent such a tragedy from happening, I will lead this attack. I will take this terrible risk."

Luck covered his mouth with a paw to prevent snickers from running out; at least one ratman understood what had happened.

"No! No!" Isaac Glott also said. "My ogre and me are perfect for this task. We will overwhelm—"

The words of Isaac Glott were instantly overwhelmed by the shouts of other murmur volunteers. Tangul asked them to shout for a few minutes, then quieted them with gestures.

"Unfortunately, this requires my powerful magic to enter the palace. I must be present."

"Then I am happy to use my life to protect you," Isaac-Glot said immediately, apparently he was determined to share the glory of this victory with the prophet.

"And me," Heskett blinked.

"And me ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ except for Luck, every rat leader present was shouting.

"No! No! I am very grateful for your concern, the Ratmen brothers, but you need to play a leading role in other equally important places on the battlefield."

Obviously, Tangul does not intend to share his glorious victory with anyone. The war leaders gathered together in a chat of disappointment.

"I have a road map and a timetable for each of you with clear instructions on it. All of you, except for Luck-Snake Tongue. I want to talk to Luck in private."

Luck felt his heart beating, and all he could do was not to let himself breathe out of fear. Has the Prophet discovered the conspiracy between him and the representatives of the three clans? Is he going to commit any terrible revenge? Is there any way for Luke himself to avoid this meeting?

He turned his gaze desperately on his three co-conspirators and found them staring at him fiercely. If the appearance can kill people, Luck knows that the three people will put him in the coffin. They were worried that he would betray them to protect himself-of course they were right.

When the war leaders walked forward one by one, receiving the prophet's blessing and his final instructions, Luck prayed sincerely to the devil, hoping to protect him.