People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

On the other side, Sigurd, although he can't be called "handsome", but due to his strong strength and his natural "leadership", it has also played a considerable role in "attracting attention".

"Sylvia was recalled to England by Queen Elisa just now, why are we in such a miserable state?"

"Because your noble son's stomach, who is used to eating exquisite snacks from maids, can no longer adapt to the food of ordinary people like us~"

"It costs [-] yen for ordinary people to eat a hamburger? Is there a difference in our cognition? Or is it because you are ignorant of world affairs that you can say such lines with an innocent expression?"

"The word 'ignorant of the world' has nothing to do with me, right?"

"Shut up, drink milk mixed with reconstituted apple juice, and blame the idiot witch for the expired milk I took!"

"I don't know if that idiot is obviously a coffee addict, but the maid broke the coffee pot as soon as she left~"

"The vacuum type is easy to break, this is not my problem!"

"Hmm~"

Seeing the two bickering, the part-time college girl who was the clerk just let out a "knocked" smile, which made Sigurd shudder.

The monster duo that made the "magic side" frightened, for some reason, left the convenience store in a rather embarrassing way, carrying the bento box that was just warmed up.

"Regarding what happened last time, is there any progress on that Valkyrie's side?"

"The preliminary investigation has ended, and further tracking is still going on, but based on the current intelligence, it is basically possible to use the method of exclusion to lock the identity of the other party in a relatively small range."

What the two were having was a discussion about whether a "planetary world war" would happen.

And the place of the conversation was on the street with people coming and going, and the two of them didn't even bother to use the "dispelling idlers" or "hearing blocking" techniques for superficial protection.

"The investigation on the "black dwarf" has basically ended. At present, if there is no such thing as "illegitimate children", then according to the documents left by the two associations that were once members of the "Five Nordic Associations", there are existing The number of "black dwarfs" should be 16, including babies and the elderly."

Iron stake that carves knowledge

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As the two members of the "Nordic Five Major Associations" that are good at fighting ability and are good at "skills", they are naturally at the bottom of it.

It is precisely because the two associations are dissatisfied with those "muscular-brained idiots", so the "Iron Pillar of Burning Knowledge" and the "Golden Hammer in the Ground" are secretly collecting "treasures" that can enhance their own association strength.

The "Original Code" of Nordic, mythical spiritual equipment, and...

A "black dwarf" with the special skill of creating weapons for the Norse gods.

"The 'black dwarf' who built magic weapons for the Nordic gods. I said, you have no idea?"

"Is it necessary? Or... why bother?"

"That's right. If it was before, I would probably use it as an 'insurance' or a 'backup item', but now such a preparation seems a bit redundant."

The one-eyed witch leaned over and took out a can of fruit tea from the shopping bag in Sigurd's hand. This Nordic one-eyed witch seemed to be particularly fond of Academy City's coconut-flavored fruit tea.

To a certain extent, Sigurd is not right if he does not drink coffee for a day. This Nordic witch especially likes coconut fruit tea.

"Excessive? I think it is to find trouble for myself."

"That makes sense. So what? The result?"

"Zecaria Juliana, Brandy Dorothy, and Marianne Slingenia."

Three female names emerged from Sigurd's mouth.

"Currently, these three are the only ones whose whereabouts cannot be confirmed. Others can confirm the current situation based on the information left over from before."

"So, how to proceed to the next step when the other party's whereabouts cannot be confirmed?"

This is indeed a problem.

If the specific age, appearance, and even the place where the other party may appear cannot be known, then even if all the members of the three major churches are dispatched to conduct a blanket search, it will be difficult to locate the other party in a short time.

"No need to confirm."

"?"

Othinus looked at the mercenary drinking coffee in puzzlement, as if he didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Actually, I just asked Brunhilde to pay attention to the 'black dwarf'. I didn't expect to get such a detailed report."

"So, what did you ask Miss Valkyrie to do?"

"Using Nordic correlations with 'floods' to track changes in ocean currents around the world."

In the stories of almost every country, the "Great Flood" is an essential part, which makes people wonder whether there really was a worldwide catastrophic flood in that era.

But in modern times, both the "science side" and the "magic side" have explored this question, and the final results can explain more than [-]% of them, more than [-] independent flood myths.

In Norse mythology, the source of the great flood is the blood of the ancestor giant Ymir.

When the Odin gods killed the giant Ymir, a lot of blood flowed from his wound.This flood of blood completely washed away the previous old world, and then came the most magnificent, but not long-lasting heyday.

The magicians of Northern Europe may have some differences in their respective systems, but they are all amazingly consistent only in the aspect of "flood".

"Mobilize the power of the Nordic alliance 'Elf' and its affiliated associations to monitor and control ocean currents around the world. So, do you think the other party's next move is related to the sea?"

"It's a submarine volcano. No matter how amazing the 'black dwarf' is, if you want to forge a powerful enough weapon, you need enough energy. In this world, it is the easiest to obtain, the easiest to collect, and the easiest for magicians The 'energy' harnessed is the eruption."

"I seem to think of a reason... But it's supposed to never happen, isn't it?"

"losing 'othinus' and 'bolverk', but possibly 'odin', 'wōden' or 'King of the Wild Hunt' (wildhunt)', and possibly even the cognate travel god 'Odr'."

"so......"

Just as Othinus shrugged indifferently, the footsteps of the two stopped at the same time.

Looking far away, the direction is somewhere in Europe.

"What was the maid's reason for returning to England?"

"Unidentified wizards spotted carrying out illegal salvage operations in the Strait of Dover."

"The concentration of this 'angel power', mercenary, do you have anything to say?"

"Ah, it's a 'gold' type of art..."

Chapter 570: Legendary Ships

The Strait of Dover between England and France is between 27 and [-] kilometers long and only [-] kilometers wide at its narrowest point.

As an important international shipping route, many sea routes between more than a dozen countries in Northwest Europe and the rest of the world pass through here. The strait, which is extremely busy with shipping every day, is eerily quiet today.

"Someone tell me what's going on here?"

"Don't make things difficult for them. This time, I really can't blame them for doing things badly. After all, it happened like this before I even realized it."

Because Silvia helped to speak, the Puritan magicians who had kept their heads down were also relieved.

Putting away the binoculars in his hand, and stepping on the anchor post of the port of Calais with one foot, Sigurd looked at the...fleet approaching in the distance like riding the wind and waves?

Sigurd looked at the behemoth with a full load displacement of 48360 tons and didn't have any real feelings, or although he was fascinated by "giant machinery" like many people, this rusty iron lump must only be a real military Lovers will be emotional.

"There is obviously metal deformation on the rear side that will only appear after an internal explosion..."

"Don't be sure, the first to bear the brunt is the sinking of the British battlecruiser 'Hood'..."

Behind the rusty battleship, there is another even bigger ship with an aircraft takeoff and landing runway, on which there are still several broken two-wing propellers that can be said to have only a few skeletons left attack aircraft.

"According to the information provided by the military, that, that should be the HMS Ark Royal aircraft carrier and the Swordfish attack aircraft..."

Sigurd heard the sound of frantically flipping the papers behind him, just because of the loud noise that he caught on in a panic because he almost dropped it, it made it difficult for him not to pay attention to which nun behind him.

"Of course, then...Through the appearance and the remaining paint, it is certain that it is the batch that participated in the battle and was equipped with the Ark Royal. After that..."

Sigurd sighed, and he looked helplessly at the short blond nun who was reporting to himself in a panic, and even stuttered and almost bit her own tongue.

If she didn't interrupt, I'm afraid she could dictate all about the Ark Royal and the Hood, and maybe even take the Prince of Wales or the Duke of York with her.

"Sister Angelina, the information we need should be how long it will take before the other party hits, and the possible purpose behind it, isn't it? Who cares how brilliant they used to be?"

"But, but... um!!!!!!"

Seeing this distorted expression of biting his own tongue because of panic, but not wanting to expose his embarrassment and trying to suppress the pain, Sigurd couldn't bear to interrupt her for a moment.

"But!"

The high-pitched voice, as if about to make a serious speech, made all the worried British and French magicians focus their attention on this former French Roman Orthodox nun.

"We can't do anything!! This is a World War II warship, isn't it? Its limit range must be at least 381 kilometers, which is more than half the width of the Dover Strait! Whether it fights or not, it The shells of the eight [-]mm MKI main guns can cover us without any pressure!!!!"

"Who told her all this? How can you chat so leisurely with a nun in the British navy?"

"Well, because it was too boring a while ago, we used the computer sent by Academy City to find some selected short videos, but it seems..."

The one who answered was Sister Agnes, a former Roman Orthodox nun with a red three-strand braid that was all tied into the thickness of a pencil, said so helplessly.

On the other side, the other nuns from the former Agnes' unit also had similar expressions. It seemed that these nuns were quite satisfied with the short film about the war.

"Sister Angelina, do you think there is a possibility that the weapons of that era are nothing to professional magicians like us?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! That's the 'Hood', and the 'Prince of Wales' behind it. Those 14-inch quadruple rockets will absolutely smash us to pieces!!!!"

According to Sigurd's only and relatively one-sided knowledge, the understanding of this bewildered nun is definitely too superficial at the level of a "cloud reader".

Selectively ignoring the blond nun who was "tortured" by Agnes against her temples, Sigurd locked his eyes on the "Hood" at the front.

"How do you say mercenaries, do you want to contact the Russian adult education to apply for 'expert' support? Ghost ships or something, is this the business scope of the Russian adult education?"

"But 'angel power' is my area of ​​expertise. And now it seems that these things are bait."

Sigurd doesn't care about the famous sunken warships themselves, but there is no doubt that for professional magicians, even if Sigurd doesn't show up, they can still be solved.

Don't say anything about the "Dawn of the Morning", but only with the strength of the "Symbol of Sunset" by Rielkin and others, as long as the "Daughter of the Fallen Nation" provides simple support, France itself will be able to strike again before the "fleet" lands. sink them.

"Tell Laura to get the Knight Pie moving. The problem is on the other side."

"The other side? The 'science side'?"

Facing the confused question of the Puritan priest, Sigurd pointed in the direction of Scotland with some headaches.

"It's Scotland. There's something wrong with the current over there. Someone's landed."

"Scotland? But Scotland has a northern fortress, Lenga Wharf, even if it is the Roman Orthodox Church..."

Halfway through the conversation, the Puritan priest seemed to realize something serious was wrong.

"That's right, idiots, it was your own people who did it. Someone destroyed the attack technique at Lenga's Wharf, and someone landed in Scotland on the current."

Sigurd threw the binoculars in his hand to the priest, and then twisted his stiff neck from watching the "fleet" in the distance for a long time.