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Kress looked at the good outpost camp, which was in a mess.

She can hold on.

"Where are the people who came to support?" She asked her adjutant.

The adjutant replied: "They are all waiting for you."

Cress sighed, and finally straightened her clothes, and began to face the difficulties.

To support is a 20-man squad.

After all, it is impossible to send out the army at any sign of trouble, go down once or twice, and beat all the spirits of the soldiers before they start fighting.

Therefore, the support should also be divided into levels. What Kress reported was the support level of 20 people.

The 20-man team of the Mozu, based on the calculation that one Mozu soldier counts as ten, is rounded up to two hundred people. If the two hundred people see that the situation is not right, they will continue to call for help.

Today's matter, this blame, is bound to be pinned on her.

Kress adjusted her expression and greeted her colleagues: "Thank you for your hard work."

The team leader pulled the corners of his mouth in disgrace: "It's not hard work, it's just a bit of suffering."

It's really not hard, it's just defending the... magical things that fell from the sky, but it's impossible to defend every one of them. In the end, several magical things fell down and the outpost camp was blown up.

Kress said: "I will go and plead guilty to Lord Levi Ansen."

Don't plead guilty...nor.

If she could catch Vincent and Safi, it would be considered a meritorious service, but she just didn't catch them.

But it doesn't matter, if you didn't catch it, you didn't catch it.

Anyway, she did her best.

No matter how hard she tried, if she didn't have a secret order, she would have to keep Vincent even if she risked her life.

But she has a secret order... For this secret order, the degree of dedication must be discounted.

After Kress arranged the work arrangement of the outpost camp, she went to plead guilty.

Levi Anson... Even if it is Kress, she has to be careful.

She's not afraid to deal with smart people, but if she's dealing with a lunatic... she still needs to be more cautious.

Naturally, Levi Ansen was not in the outpost camp. She returned to the base camp of the demons and asked someone to inform Levi Ansen that she was here to plead guilty.

Soon she was put in.

Kress took a deep breath and opened the curtains.

"Your Excellency Levi Anson," she bowed slightly to the person sitting behind the tent table, "I'm here...to make an apology."

But what answered her was a pleasant female voice: "Get up."

Chris stood up straight.

Levi Ansen's appearance is actually very similar to that of Asalez, but it is inevitable that they are brothers, but the temperament of the two is very different.

Asalez is exquisite and restrained. His appearance is always neat and tidy, which makes people feel good at first glance. There is a kind of unhurried "momentum" in his gestures, which makes people involuntarily believe him and follow him. .

And Levi Ansen...has the same dark blue hair color as Asalez, he just pushed his hair short because he thought it was troublesome to take care of it every day, which is nothing, but a bloody scar, from the left forehead It was scratched all the way to the chin, which made Levi Ansen's whole person a little more fierce, and he himself had an unconcealable hostility, if he had to use one word to describe it, it would be "shocking".

Kress is only afraid of the bloody energy in him.

Sure enough, the man only said lightly: "Since you are pleading guilty, then be more conscious."

Then throw a dagger.

There was a bit of a smile in his words: "Which do you think will be able to pay for your sins today?"

You see, it really came.

Kress squatted down, held the dagger, and gestured at her body.

Where should I cut it so that the person in front of me who is looking at her with a sneer can be satisfied.

To avoid the meridian, it can only be a flesh wound, but even a flesh wound will leave a scar.

Kress doesn't care about leaving scars. Demons and humans are different. They don't need to have a marriage. Many needs can be solved through fixed institutions. Even if she has scars on her body, it is not up to others to dislike her.

Just when she was determined to draw a stroke on her arm, a cold female voice stopped her: "Okay, let it go."

Kress raised her head, and the smile on the corner of her mouth involuntarily restrained a bit.

Even if she cut herself with a knife, she could keep smiling, but looking at the woman who appeared behind Levi Ansen who didn't know when, she couldn't help frowning.

Of course, this brow did not frown, she restrained it after all.

The demons and the human race seem to want to do the opposite no matter what.

The aesthetics of the human race are majestic, flamboyant, and sunny, just like Fred, who is the most standard and most in line with the aesthetic appearance of the human race—blond hair and blue eyes, and he will think of sunshine when he looks at him.

Then the aesthetics of the Mozu is mysterious, lonely, cold, preferably like the moon.

The woman in front of me is obviously the kind that does not conform to the aesthetics of the demons.

The long platinum hair is too dazzling, the amber pupils are too bewitching, and the bright looks are ugly to look at.

Even if Kress thinks so in her heart, some beauty is beyond human aesthetics, even if she does not meet some people's aesthetics, but she is impeccably beautiful.

"Jennifer...Your Excellency." Kress lowered her head, and the last address was shallow and light.

Jennifer smiled faintly and greeted her: "Sit down."

Kress sat down cautiously. She never wanted to have anything to do with Jennifer. She hadn't met Jennifer a few times, but she felt that Jennifer was not easy to mess with.

After all, she hadn't received news that Jennifer had arrived.

She reported the entire process of the attack and made a report, taking as much responsibility as possible on herself.

She was indeed careless, and she relaxed a little bit in the patrol arrangement, and then she was caught off guard and caught off guard.

Based on the original ability of the human race, such a patrol arrangement is actually sufficient. After all, the terrain is there, and the human race cannot escape their detection and let the army approach. The person who can avoid the demon patrol soldiers must be Vincent. A person of this level, how many people of that kind can the human race find?
After being quiet for a while, Jennifer said slowly, "Actually, you are not to blame for being attacked this time."

No wonder?Cress didn't believe that.

Kress said in a deep voice: "Although the things used by the human race to attack do not have any traces of magic, their lethality is no worse than magic. If we don't know what it is, we will suffer in the future."

And the utensils used for throwing, she asked people to collect the wreckage, and wondered if they could research anything.

"You mean the kiss of the goddess?" Jennifer said calmly, "That thing is really powerful, and combined with the trebuchet, it's normal for you to be unable to resist for a while."

Kress suddenly looked up at Jennifer.

Why can she speak clearly and logically?