In the meeting room rented by the association for a long time, after listening to Sean's mission briefing, Moonlight 1902 looked at his old buddy in front of him with a little displeasure.

"What's wrong Moonlight?"

"I told you everything, Shen Yu has already digested it."

"You want to be captain?"

Moonlight didn't answer Sean, but glanced at Ivan. The latter didn't respond, but just concentrated on his thoughts. The pianist turned his head and said nothing.

Sean understands how Moonlight feels. The most original team composition was the two of them, and Ivan joined later. In the missions that he did not participate in, according to the order of seniority, he should definitely be the captain (and he really wants to be). As a result, the captain he announced was not him, and Moonlight was naturally not satisfied.

"Moonlight, you just saw Olivia's progress—her melee strength is already King-level benchmark, and she can be single-killed when she meets a king card...

"If it is based on strength, she can be the captain. Do you know why I didn't arrange it this way?"

Moonlight turned her face away, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"It doesn't have to be the strongest person who is the captain. The captain is a role that takes responsibility."

Moonlight was obviously still unhappy, but there was an uncontrollable complacency in his brows and eyes—what Sean meant, I am better than Ivan!

Evan still didn't speak. He could understand Sean's painstaking efforts.

The "Reaper Trio" led by "Dead Agent" Syndra, who arrived later, entered the meeting room. It had been three months since the last assassination of Talo, and this was the first time the Laughing Man had called up his squad. As soon as they entered the meeting room, the movements of the three of them froze.

The three masks looked at themselves and their party who pushed the door in. Night's Ark, Moon Soloist, and Eye of Oblivion.

What made them stand dumbfounded, blinking again and again, was that the mask of the soloist under the moon in this standard King-level team in front of them was actually covered with a layer of epic pale gold.

The trio hails from the South, not native New Testament seekers. They've never seen a Quest complete with epic quests before. When they stepped into this conference room emitting a faint golden light, they felt a little dizzy. Seeing the epic light gold is almost the same as seeing an Ace level.

Sean and Ivan looked at each other. The two of them thought the halo was dazzling and unnecessary, so they turned it off. Only the moonlight is turned on from time to time, and it seems to enjoy the feeling of being watched by colleagues.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Moonlight turned away from looking at the person who came in.

"What?"

"This mission is a bit dangerous, I can't take Sméagol there, please help me take care of it."

Sean: "..."

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After completing all the arrangements, the rescue team set off.

The basic arrangement is this: the confrontation with the opponent's strong cards is mainly in charge of the core three-person team. The belief of the death trio has a certain suppression effect on the "Great Ghoul" Muyati worshiped in the Shrine series. They are reliable enough to deal with peripheral cards.

The Silver Plated Smiley Trio is still stationed in Rongguang City. In the ensuing conflict, their main responsibilities will still be spying and investigation, but they will also be responsible for support in peripheral battles.

In the core group, Sean was very relieved of Olivia and Ivan, but he was a little uneasy about Moonlight's recent behavior, so he put the Headless Horseman into Moonlight's brooch to prevent this guy from messing around and putting himself in danger. territory. Anyhow, an extra layer of insurance.

With everything in order, the small "army" of questers set out, while Sean Dickinson stayed at his home...  

Now, he stood with his arms akimbo in the backyard of his house, and Sméagol stood beside him.

Aaliyah took the kids to Salvation Scouts camp, and Sean gave Mrs. Martha a week off. He was alone at home at the moment, accompanied by Sméagol, the "brain pot" who the moonlight abducted from R'lyeh.

He stood with his hips akimbo in the backyard, staring at the pond at home. The pond seems to have never been cleaned, the bottom is muddy, and there are algae and weeds growing in the pond. There's an overly "natural" smell after a rainy day...

Although it wasn't ugly, Sean wanted a Wang Qing Chi for a long time. This time, taking advantage of nothing, he planned to renovate the pool.

He took out the water pump from the storeroom and ordered Sméagol to plug in the electricity, and the brain-tanker Pidianpidian ran into the room with the plug in hand.

"Okay." Still flat and somewhat funny voice.

The pump was turned on, and Sean pumped the pool water into a nearby sewer. While pumping, he made himself a cup of iced tea, took a basket of egg rolls, and sat in the kitchen to drink the tea slowly. Looking at Sméagol by the pool through the kitchen window, he stood blankly by the pool watching the water level drop slowly like a child...

When the sound of the water pump became louder, Sean walked to the edge of the pool and found that the water in the pool had been drained. So he brought the pump to the edge of the pool, jumped into the mud with a shovel—

He started shoveling mud.

Sméagol, standing by the pool, looked on in bewilderment. Sean raised his head, looked at Sméagol, and pointed to another shovel beside him.

Smeagol put his hands behind his back and tapped his toe lightly: "Mr. 1902 said that my hands are used to turn the sheet music, and the arms should be slender and elegant, not rough work."

Sean's ectoplasm rolled up a piece of wood next to it, and it snapped into two pieces.

Smeagol ran two steps, picked up the shovel and jumped into the pool: "I think what Mr. 1902 said is not quite right—sometimes you should move your hands and feet."

One big and one small, the two began to dig the mud at the bottom of the pool. The smell was strong, but Sean didn't frown.

When it was dark, their work was not finished. Smeagol couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Mr. 1902 said that you are the greatest explorer in the world."

"Did he say so?"

"Yes. He said that sooner or later you will be a big man in New Zealand."

"It seems that my old friend thinks too much of me."

"Why do you want to clear the mud like this?" Mysteries can use the greatest tool - psychic matter~lightnovelpub.net~ Many incredible things can be achieved with psychic matter. The mud was cleaned up.

Sean put down the stick, he was a little out of breath: "Are you being sarcastic, or do you really want to know?"

"I really want to know."

Sean suddenly noticed that Smeagol's voice sank a bit. Not only that, but the green solution soaking the brain was slightly yellowed.

Moonlight had instructed that, just like a person needs to eat, Sméagol would replenish "Binon" every once in a while. Otherwise, the solution in the glass cover will become more and more yellow. Then, Smeagol's mood will become very low, and eventually he will become a depressed and sad villain, constantly saying some self-defeating words...

Sean didn't want Sméagol to talk in frustration, so he climbed out of the pool: "Today is almost done, let's rest. Eat something."

"Okay." Smeagol raised his head like a chubby boy, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be curled up from the voice. Shaking his head, he followed Sean into the kitchen.

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