Wizard

"Since you have accepted your employment, we should listen to you as long as we don’t endanger ourselves before the task is completed, but I’m very curious about where you will go when you have fulfilled your wish. And what will we employers face?"

The question from Raymond, who had a calm look and a slow speaking speed, made the old Peel, who was protected by the maid Ava, more and more delighted. He did not conceal the approval in his eyes and spoke gently... "I will join the Cavemen Alliance, and I also suggest that you join the Cavemen Alliance and contribute your own strength to resist the **** and tyrannical rule of the so-called Holy Lord!"

As soon as these words came out, Nina and Noel who were present were also completely stunned.

But Raymond nodded, and while holding down Nina who wanted to jump up, he spoke. "Old Peel, tell everything you know. After accepting your employment, you will never be able to return to the 31st District. In fact, after we accepted the employment, the three of us have become defectors. Anything might be re-accepted by the 31st district, right?"

"You're right. And you're smarter than the information shows. This even makes me wonder whether the tasks you performed before have the effect of improving intelligence..."

Old Peel, who seemed to be telling a joke, squinted his eyes, and there was no smile in his eyes. He carefully examined Raymond's expression, and only after a while exchanged eyes with the maid Ava and continued. "Anyone who leaves the area will be regarded as a defector. As long as you approach the area where you originally lived, you will be inexplicably obliterated. Why is this? I have studied for many years and I haven't been able to take it as a correct conclusion. I only know that the defectors were marked when they left, so there will never be any outsiders in the area..."

Noel was furious when he heard this. "Old Peel! You didn't tell me that before! I still have friends waiting for me in the business district!"

Old Peel turned away. There was finally a little guilt in his expression, and he said slowly. "Noel, I am really sorry for you. But now there is no possibility of regret, and there is no hope of recovery! Even if you want to surrender to the 31st district, you are not allowed, because you can't get close to it. In the area within two days of the 31st District, your message cannot be sent through any channel..."

Noel, who was stunned, looked angry, clenched his fists and looked a little unstable. Obviously it is difficult to accept after knowing the truth.

It's just that Nina, who was held by Raymond, was actually relieved at this time, and after a sigh of relief, she spoke. "Old Peel. Why do you resent the researchers? Everything we do is to complete the tasks assigned by the Holy Lord, and many researchers I believe are the same as me. I don’t know, I’m just happy to get involved. I will feel a heartfelt excitement and excitement because of a small discovery and progress..."

"Yes, researchers have always been deceived. Few of you can perceive how cruel and tyrannical the tasks you are doing, and it seems that every researcher has a compassionate heart and has a sense of war. The emotion of resistance!"

Old Peel's explanation made Nina a little confused, she thought for a moment before she continued to ask. "Then why? Couldn't the Holy Lord allow researchers to have a firm and persistent heart like Noel and Michels?"

"It should be related to the memory instilled in my mind. All non-combat members have similar personalities. This is also a question that I don't quite understand..."

Speaking of this, old Peel thoughtfully turned his gaze to Raymond again. The inquiry in the expression means more and more intense. "Lieutenant Michels, I don’t understand your actions along the way. As a lieutenant officer, you should not have such obvious sympathy, nor should you have such a keen sense of compassion. Judgment, can you tell me the tasks you performed before?"

Old Peel spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberating the wording.

But Ava, the maid who sheltered him, just received the order, casting her cold gaze over, and an invisible force also locked Raymond, as if any abnormality would lead to an attack.

"Why do you say that? Isn't every lieutenant-level noncommissioned officer a bloodthirsty stupid?"

Raymond's question caused some changes in Old Peel's expression, and he thought about it before speaking. "You can’t use such a term to describe a lieutenant-ranking non-commissioned officer, but all the lieutenant-ranking non-commissioned officers who were stationed in the 31st district 20 years ago are not smart, so their battle damage rate was very high at the beginning. What is the total number of lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers stationed in the 31st district at the same time, and how many are still alive today?"

Old Peel, who didn't seem to need Raymond's answer, actually patted the arm of the maid Ava beside her, causing her to report two numbers.

Nine thousand, twenty.

After the maid Ava finished speaking, seeing that there was no change in Raymond's expression, Old Peel, who was smiling, continued. "If we analyze according to the numbers, more than half of the lieutenant-ranked non-commissioned officers have fallen within the first two years, and then there was a peak when it entered the tenth year, but at that time it was aimed at the void creatures. The battle damage that occurred during the invasion can be ignored...

The remaining lieutenant-ranked non-commissioned officers are decreasing at a rate of 10% per year until you come to the commercial district in vain..."

Following the old Peel's opening, Raymond, who felt the increasing pressure from the maid Ava, sighed and straightened his body, and said to meet the old Peel's gaze. "Go on, what do you think these data represent, it's better to say it all at once!"

"Improvement! What I am talking about is an intellectual improvement! I don't understand why the lieutenant-ranked non-commissioned officer who survives longer will become smarter and smarter, and will avoid those high-falling missions more and more, let alone why. The Holy Master will limit the service year of each lieutenant officer to 25 years!"

Speaking of the last time, Old Peel's expression was a little distorted, almost roaring word by word, even the eyes of the maid Ava flashed with inexplicable sadness.

"All the non-commissioned officers in the 31st district, according to the time limit, there is no one who can survive the time limit of 25 years! And as long as the lieutenant-level non-commissioned officers who are still alive at this limit will also receive the so-called'priority' Quan' was sent directly to the mother plane!

But whether the maternal plane exists, whether it is really a paradise for recuperation, I can't believe it! I even suspect that all those outstanding men who were sent to the mother plane were sent to the furnace for recovery ~ www.ltnovel.com~ they were simply sent to destruction! "

It's just that old Peel's hysterical roar finally made Noel, who was still annoyed before, issued a rebuttal. "This is impossible! I know of the existence of some individuals who have been sent to the maternal plane to recuperate, where they live a comfortable and comfortable life, enjoy everything that was previously regarded as a treasured resource, and have their own children. Descendants, regained the ability to reproduce..."

"Captain Noel, what you see and hear is what they'deliberately' let you see and hear. Have you ever had contact with these colleagues, have you ever faced them directly Or is it an opportunity to communicate?"

Old Peel, who had compassion and contempt in his expressions, sent out several questions in a row, leaving Noel at a loss.

Even Nina, who was holding Raymond's left hand tightly, showed thoughts in her expression, and after a while she slowly but firmly shook her head and asked. "Old Peel, what did you tell us for?"

"To let you know! To let you understand! To let you know that you can only survive by leaving!" Old Peel roared in vain, his expression revealed sadness. "Don't have dreams and longings, but it will eventually become the material sent to the furnace for recycling..." (To be continued.)