Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 389: Fellow Countryman Meets Fellow Countryman
Ismail sat up and shook his head.

"Huh... I'm much better, Uncle Marcus. I never thought you would be the one who saved me."

Marcus: "If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to detect your subtle differences."

"Yeah..." Ismail said with some fear: "That terrible creature actually looked through my memories, and then just acted more lost and painful than usual... By the way, how did you find out that something was wrong?"

"But don't forget that I am your Uncle Marcus."

Marcus responded vaguely.

Like Ravan, his six-man team had no problem sneaking in here.

Although there were reasons that he was already familiar with, more credit belonged to that outrageously comprehensive "strategy."

Those skeleton instructors were like real strange beasts. They had a good grasp of everyone's psychology and habits, and then formulated a series of interlocking plans.

He just needs to verify it and then strictly implement it.

For example, the person in front of me, Ismail, is the daughter of his old lover, Ms. Sandy.

When he left Nibra City, the other party was still a child in his fifties. After so many years, theoretically he could not tell whether a girl in misfortune was still the same person.

But when they were leaving, the skeleton with [Thanatos is a pig] on its head quietly handed him a message:

"Fifty years later, Ismail still likes you."

Marcus was shocked on the spot!
He has never revealed this secret to anyone else.

During the time when he and Sandy were getting along, the bold girl had expressed her love to him, but he rejected her.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the other party has not changed his mind.

It wasn't until that moment that he understood why Ian Hoddle had emphasized at the beginning of the shared memory:

"I'm not interested in your privacy."

He took it for granted that under the powerful power of Sai Weng's legacy, the details in his heart were invisible.

With this kind of awe, he firmly believed in the instructor's words.

So, when he couldn't see any love in the eyes of this fake Ismail, he immediately made a judgment——

This is a fake!
The results also proved that as a pure love warrior who can be dubbed "Totole", his judgment is quite accurate.

"Uncle Marcus."

Ismail suddenly spoke, with an inexplicable light shining in his eyes.

"My mother is gone and I am the only one left. I..."

"Listen, kid." Marcus interrupted her: "My answer is the same as before, the world is a big place, and you should go see everywhere instead of making the wrong decision at the wrong age."

"Have I not seen enough in the past fifty years? Others are not like what you said..."

"That's because Nibra City is just a pool of stagnant water." Marcus shook his head: "Or the Whispering Forest is just a larger pool of stagnant water. Don't lose the chance to find more beautiful things just because of the rotten fish in it. courage."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Ismail could only sigh.

"Okay, I get it. Uncle Marcus, what do you want me to do?"

"My friends who hired me, as for me, just say that I will come back to see your mother... Don't worry, we won't cause you any trouble. It's just that it's too chaotic outside and it's not easy to stay here."

"This is what I should do."

Ismail glanced at Todd and the other Magb agents sitting aside. They were the ones who had just subdued him who went crazy under the control of the strange beast.

"I'm going to get you some food."

After Ismail left, Marcus walked to Todd aside and breathed a sigh of relief.

"nailed it."

"Wonderful, so wonderful!" Todd couldn't help but applaud: "Uncle, you really are as good at playing as Lavan."

Marcus smiled nonchalantly.

Compared to this, he felt that these young people were awesome.

This heartfelt praise was not harsh at all, it was as clear as the sky in McCalla.

...

Compared with the first two, Ed and Aurora's team looks much simpler.

As the leaders of the team, both of them came from Mourning Wood City and had the faces of wood elves. They went straight to the Wilderness House.

The latter is an intelligence agency affiliated with the Council of Elders, and will not treat "fellows" poorly.

Although the two of them could only stay in the lower city area in Mourning City, it did not affect the local wood elves' "meeting old friends in a foreign land" at all.

It was announced in advance, so as soon as the two entered the door, Daryl stepped forward with open arms and gave Ed a firm hug.

"I've heard your stories from Rosie." He joked: "How about it? Compared with this ghost place, the big tree hole in Youmu Bay is considered a beautiful kingdom of God?"

Ed smiled bitterly and said: "More than that, I would rather go back to the tree-lined alley and paint wine glasses for those gentlemen for the rest of my life."

"Hahaha, it's a pity that I can't go back."

Daryl shrugged and sat back in his chair.

"I don't know when this magic net will be repaired. I can only wait for the Velitas people to exert their strength. It's really unlucky. Oh, by the way, you crossed the Nardoran River and made a circle from the north before coming here. ?”

"Yes." Ed picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. "We built a boat in Dusk Bay and then crossed the river."

"Oh?"

Daryl raised his eyebrows slightly and leaned back on the chair.

One of his hands was calmly placed on his waist.

There is a magical hand crossbow that glows slightly. "So counting the time, the disaster has already happened when you left. Why did you leave?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and the surrounding waiters also approached one after another. They seemed to be ready to serve at any time, but in fact they blocked all the ways for the two of them.

It is indeed the most difficult route...

Ed admired in his heart.

Before parting, instructor Xia specifically warned him:
"You have the most brains, so I leave the most difficult method to you. Don't let me down."

This is certainly a compliment to him, but it also brings a lot of pressure.

"I know what you want to ask." Ed put down the cup: "We did leave Mourning Wood City with Ms. Gray Moon. I heard her mention you and Ms. Rosie."

"Sure enough."

Daryl's expression softened slightly.

"So, you left with the flower heroes of Mourning Wood City?"

"No, the Council of Elders did not recognize her merits."

"What!?"

Daryl said in astonishment: "But the marks of withering are obvious..."

"I do not know."

Ed sighed and tried to recall everything that happened after his eldest sister went to Mourning Wood City.

"The Council of Elders did not hold a formal investiture ceremony as scheduled, but spread her deeds privately. However, no one believed it... because it was obvious that even these guys themselves did not believe it. They just wanted to show it out. Look at the people's reaction.

"If everyone cheers up, they will go with the flow. If the response is mediocre, they will not move at all. In any case, the Council of Elders will not do anything wrong. As for what they missed, it is not important. No one can convince others with 'hypotheses'."

It's all real, including his anger, his powerlessness.

No need to make things up, he just tells the truth.

Eddard spoke these lifeless words of mourning and orchestrated the Council of Elders.

But no one at Wilderness House refuted, or even felt offended.

Who told him to tell the truth?

"It's really like what those guys can do... This damn hero escaped from the Blight Scar!"

Daryl smiled to himself and put away his hostility.

"What about Ms. Gray Moon?"

"She stayed in Cuiye Court, together with her comrades who accompanied her to escape from the Blight Scar. They are still looking for a solution to the Blight, hoping that the miracle of the Blight Scar can be reproduced."

"So why didn't you follow her? Didn't you all leave Mourning Wood City with her..."

"Actually we..."

Ed showed a hint of shyness and embarrassment.

"We're here to remind you."

"Remind us?" Daryl was stunned: "Remind us of what?"

"Remind you to be careful of a necromancer named Collins..."

Ed's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally there was no movement at all.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists nervously.

Everyone present was silent, feeling dumbfounded.

Brother, you are late...

The necromancer has already run away!
Well, you can’t blame them.

Who allowed these damn cracks to spread all over Foggy Valley...

They also understood the young man's embarrassment in an instant.

At this point, should they be allowed to return directly?
No wonder I found a wilderness home.

"Ugh."

Daryl's emotion finally turned into a sigh, then he stood up and patted Ed on the shoulder:

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work - you're not in a hurry to go back, are you?"

"Ah."

"Then stay for now and wait until the situation gets better."

"I'm really sorry for causing you any trouble."

"fine."

Daryl waved his hand and didn't dwell on the matter anymore.

Ed also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Unlike the other two teams, their characters are not from McCalla.

Therefore, they cannot reveal their ability to "identify strange beasts" as a matter of course.

What they have to do next is to lurk quietly and wait for the intersection of the three lines.

At the same time, McCalla became a starting point at this moment.

Lines are preparing to start from here.

(End of this chapter)