I just covet their strength

Chapter 59: It’s broken, have I become a clown?

"I see, this is really unexpected information. If this happens, many things will make sense."

After listening to the narrations of Westhead and others, Sauron nodded in enlightenment and kept thinking about the recent anomalies.

"By the way, Your Excellency Sauerlan, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time just now, and I decided to remind you."

Suddenly, Westhead seemed to have remembered something at random, and took out the damaged armor and communication device seized from Kaplan, and handed them to Sauerlan:

"This is what we looted after we killed the Sky Kingdom's spies when we first arrived at the Kaipal Plain. If I'm not mistaken, the group of people just now seemed to have this kind of equipment as well?"

"This is."

Sauron looked solemnly at the communicator and armor fragments that Westhead took out, and looked at the latter with stern eyes:
"You want to say that Andre, Bullington and the others are spies of the Sky Kingdom?"

Westhead shrugged and said angrily: "I didn't say that. Maybe their equipment was also seized from the enemy? It's just that my identity was suspected before, which made me a little angry. We went through so much hard work to get out of the Dragon's Will." Dian fled here, risked his life to deceive the dragon, and severely damaged the enemy army, but he was questioned like this!"

"Anyone will be angry!"

Westhead's anger was reasonable, and the swordsman couldn't help but nod in agreement.

But Saueren immediately lowered his eyes, causing his eyes to be covered with shadows, and said slowly:
"Andre, that little fellow, is my blood relative. They all swore to me that they would help me fight against the dragons."

"They may be telling the truth, but the Sky Kingdom's spies are all well-trained. I don't have to prove it. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. All we want is revenge on the Dragon Clan. We don't care about anything else."

Westhead pursed his lips and said calmly: "Anyway, this is something you need to consider. I'm just reminding you."

The leader of the resistance walked around the office a few times, then sat down in front of the desk and sighed:

"Thank you. You must be tired too. I have already arranged a room for you. Please rest first. I still need to think for a while."

"Then, farewell."

The three Westheads nodded and exited the room.

Sauerlan was left alone, stroking the communicator with precision instruments and components in his palm, frowning.

The rooms that Sauron arranged for the three of them were probably the best in this fortress with limited space. They were located on the edge of the mountain and had very good lighting. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the lush woods outside.

Although the conditions of the Resistance Army certainly did not have any luxurious decorations, the rooms were definitely clean and tidy, even better than Saueren's room.

There are two beds and partitions, so if it's crowded, it won't be a big problem for four or five people.

"Would that mean they would be excluded?"

Lesia was the first to ask. She was very concerned about the group of trialists who were staring at the bounty placed on her.

Westhead: "I can't guarantee that. Nothing is absolute. I can only say that with Thorlon's character, those guys are most likely dead. Even if not, hehe, let's just deal with them on the battlefield."

Westhead immediately stretched his body and smiled at Urda who had a straight face.

"Okay, Urda, don't be so sullen. I know you're not good at acting. This is the last scene, and we don't have to perform anymore."

"Huh, that's good. Sometimes I really can't tell whether my brother is telling the truth or a lie."

The blonde girl finally breathed a sigh of relief. The serious Yuerda couldn't lie, but what made her even more uncomfortable was that she couldn't tell whether Westhead was real or fake. The performance of the head of the Qinghui family in the secret trial was so bold and unpredictable. If Westhead hadn't told them the plan in advance, Yuerda would have been completely unable to keep up with his wild ideas.

What is fake? What is true?
I can't tell the difference! I really can’t tell which one!

Urda: "Brother, was this all part of your plan before the trial started?"

Westhead used every piece of information and every person almost to the limit, displaying the advantages of intelligence to the fullest. This is a horror that only bystanders and those who have experienced it can clearly see!
Everyone seems to have become a pawn controlled by Westhead!

The young man with black hair and purple eyes raised his eyebrows and said:
".You seem to think I'm some kind of wise, almost demonic character, but I don't have the ability to deduce the future amidst chaos."

At least not before ascending to godhood.

Westhead tapped his temple and said: "I didn't think everything through from the beginning, but I just took it one step at a time. I just used all my cards and used them as I saw them."

"As long as you can foresee things, even a fool can pretend to be a wise man."

"Brother can also be like a philosopher."

Urda said with a complicated expression.

Before that, Urda thought that she was the smartest person in the Qinghui family, and she had to work hard to assist the "absurd and fatuous" head of the family.

But now it seems that she is not as smart as her brother?
Then wasn't my previous ridicule just self-humiliation?
I'm the clown myself? !

The white-blond girl as beautiful as a fairy was immediately ashamed and turned around to leave:

"I plan to take the time to walk through this fortress. Brother, you can go to bed first."

"Oh, walk slowly."

Westhead could roughly guess how Yolda was feeling, but he didn't care, all he wanted was to be tortured severely!

Rather than paying attention to the stinky sister who has no strength at all nowadays, it is better to focus more on Lesia.

[Dragon Soul Furnace]. Although this T0 talent is already in your pocket, the sooner you get the growth-type talent, the better.

But when Westhead turned his head to look at the silver-haired dragon girl, the latter tilted her head slightly, staring at him quietly with her rosy blue and cyan purple pupils.

His eyes contained admiration and appreciation, as well as a tenderness that turned into bones.

"Weiss, that's amazing."

Lesia sighed:
"Even though I already trusted Weiss a lot, I never expected that we could reach this point. Even if we quit, our gains will not be low."

Westhead: "Because you asked me for help, then I have to show my true ability. How can I bear to let you down."

"But it's too early to celebrate now. I won't be able to take advantage of the odds in the future battles. Only pure strength, courage and will can win, and I'll have to rely on you for that."

Lesia's elegant expression was slightly nervous: "A battle with the legendary dragon? Stronger than that sword master?"

Westhead nodded: "That's much better. There is also a gap between legends."

(End of this chapter)