Gresham Gary Quasi-Inspector General, who could deceive people with words by writing his name once, walked over to the sun.
Four of the five people from the "Griffin Hunting Group" snorted together, and only Ramsden couldn't help but let out a little fart. He felt sorry for this.
"I wish you a smooth mission and a successful return." Gresham said, yawning, and then sucking the fresh morning breath deep into his lungs. "The temperature is starting to drop. Have you all brought warm clothes?"
"Say something affordable." Kelly rubbed his nose with his left hand, and then blew out an old booger to the ground. "When will the food for wintering in the Bingfeng Fortress be distributed?"
"Soon, soon, you will be sent down when you come back with your griffin's head." Gresham said with a smile that no one likes: "The fortress line of the church has been too calm in recent years, and has suffered many misunderstandings. The princes and nobles stared at each other like hungry wolf, and their minds were full of conspiracy and fantasies that the church hoarded military power and was trying to convince them. Therefore, we have to use actual results to convince them, and the best way is to the monster's head."
"If you have a head, you will be rewarded, and if you don't have a head, you will be punished." Gresham's eyes swept across everyone, then met Feich's gaze, stopped, but continued to say: "Let me give an example: If someone is lazy during the mission, hiding in the deep mountains and forests to waste time, and turning his duties into outings, then this is deception and blasphemy to the goddess. For such a person, punishment will definitely be like a shadow."
Feiqi looked at Gresham and suddenly felt that he was very handsome, the kind of handsome guy who was so angry that he wanted to interrupt his nose and help him become a normal person again. He wanted to put the thoughts in his mind into action, but he was afraid that he would not be his opponent in terms of force. Although his IQ and knowledge can definitely crush him, this is incomparable! A person like Gresham should only fight in the fields he is familiar with and will not accommodate others.
"Absolute patrolman," Kelly licked his teeth, rolled his eyes, and said with such an almost non-human expression: "Please pray to the goddess to protect us to find the griffin and kill him. We are in a low-powered and need strong assistance to accomplish things. You are our boss, and you are the general in the army? The names of the winners of the war have always been the general."
The name recorded when the war failed was also the general.
"You have paid too much attention to the success or failure of this matter. In fact, it doesn't have that much impact and cannot be compared with war." Gresham faced the rising sun, his face turned from orange to red. "Just as the goddess is in charge, the sun will rise again every day, this is just a common task. I wish you success sincerely, because there are many things to rely on your power in the future. The rising sun is beautiful, it's just the beginning of every day, every day. Well, it's almost... it's time for you to set off."
Feich narrowed his eyes and looked back at the sun. The red light ball and the horizon were still a little sticky. This period of time was enough for him to say goodbye to Gresham. The key was that he really couldn't stand this annoying guy. "Gressa Mother Gary, who has been busy preparing for the mission. It is really impolite to say something. We are very sorry for the two knights who were attacked by griffon on the road and died in order to protect others. How many of you were here at that time? I can't count it, but it must be bigger than the five, right?"
Ramsden quickly blocked his mouth. Feige was the best person he had ever seen, no doubt about it.
"I mean, please don't worry, we will relieve your sorrows, and justice such as revenge and elimination of monsters should be left to qualified warriors. Isn't it just a griffin? Do it! You haven't done it, are you still me?"
Gresham thrust his sword out with a blush. Before he could pull out half, Fitch had already jumped behind Tronkele and hid. The holy emblem on the quasi-patrol of the long chest trembled, allowing him to calm down quickly. The sword returned to the sheath, but his teeth did not stop rubbing.
At this critical embarrassing moment, the power to change the situation is needed. Because of this, Diedlit appeared. She trotted all the way, accompanied by a clamor, and braked suddenly in front of Feich, and said in a hurry: "Let's go quickly, otherwise my teacher will wake up!"
"You want to go too?" Gresham was stunned.
"If you go to inform me now, I will knock you out, but after I leave, you just go and say it casually, I don't mind. And I left a letter to the bishop teacher." Diderit raised his hair. "By the way, there is another thing. I asked the bishop teacher to wait for me to come back here. Anyway, he doesn't pay much attention to me whenever he has old friends, and he won't be lonely. If you have time, take care of me, I will thank you."
The elf girl paused for a moment and solemnly said to Gresham in the elf language: "Thank you."
Feiqi found that he understood, probably because other people's memories and abilities were helping.
After gathering six people, everyone stopped and carried the package. Diderit slipped out by himself. He did not bring any other luggage except weapons and armor, but Ramsden had already prepared a package for her. She looked at it and felt that she was treated the same as others, and felt that nothing in the world was fairer than this, so she carried it without saying a word.
In fact, the weight of each person's things varies greatly. Tron is the lightest, and Fitch and Ramsden are the heaviest. This arrangement of Fitch is mainly related to the division of labor.
When Kelle's arm was injured, Tron had to take on more responsibility for alert and opening the road, which meant running and climbing up and down, and needed to retain more physical strength, so the lighter the weight, the better. Kelle was a wounded person, so he naturally had to take care of him, while Wumama was slender, like a poor girl with a little malnourished, so he could not carry the heaviest one. Ramsden insisted on this, and Feige felt that there was no need to object.
Anyway, he is very conscious. If he doesn't have combat effectiveness, he will be a porter. If he encounters danger, he will not feel any guilt in his heart when he hides behind his teammates. He believes that everyone just has different divisions of labor, better overall arrangements, and more efficiently leverages each person's strengths, which is more progressive than complete consistency.
Besides, he has a job that no one else has: storytelling.
"The story of three countries? But I have never heard of a country called 'Donghan'? And this is just a country. You are not lying to me, are you?"
Feiqi gave Diderit a blank look and then sighed. The algorithms and planning he made naturally knew that the weight on the female paladin's shoulders was lighter than his, but her ease was at least one order of magnitude stronger. He didn't know why the arms and legs, which were obviously thinner than him, contained so much power? He looked at Wumama again and realized that he was weak.
But in terms of storytelling, these people are all scumbags. Feiqi is a person who often listens to storytelling, and he is better than them!
"History is serious, I can't make up for it, right? So, I can only create a country that you haven't heard of before to put the story. Pay attention to the characters inside and don't worry about the names."
"Yes, listen to Feiqi, that's right!" Ramsden was busy wiping his sweat, but he also had a lot of support for his companions.
"Okay OK, I'm not confused about how weird names and the three countries become one. But why do you always say 'SUA' when you tell stories? Is it a kind of quirk?"
"I'm practicing spells." Feiqi replied. The Goddess of Truth, Thunder, has her own magical arts, but she does not reject other powers. She treats them equally. Dragons can fly in the sky and spells can swim down the ground. These are not magical arts, and there is no reason why people cannot learn magical arts! What she opposes is destructive, harming others, and violating basic biological nature spell research and abuse. Therefore, if it were not for the obstacles caused by the devil's identity, he would not mind putting most of his experiences on magical arts research.
The environment for studying general spells is relaxed, so Fitch can openly say that he is practicing spells. "I discovered a spell not long ago that allows me to simply move objects with my will. I have tried to cast this spell continuously and discovered three interesting phenomena."
Diderit was a little disappointed. She wanted to listen to stories but didn't want to listen to spells. She regretted asking Feich about "SUA". However, as a paladin, it is very important to respect others equally. She felt that she could like to listen to stories, and Feich could also like to study spells.
"First, it's not a problem for me to cast this spell. I have to do a lot of physical exercise every day, which consumes a lot of physical strength, but it doesn't affect my use of spells - except that I'm too thirsty and my throat is not in charge. Second, constant practice has made the effect of this spell stronger. Now, I can move heavier objects and do faster movements. Third and the most interesting point: whether the spell is successful or not actually has nothing to do with my pronunciation, but with whether I think my pronunciation is correct."
"Oh... Come on, come on." Diderit blinked quickly: "Can you tell me what happened next? Who is better, the pig slaughter or the date seller?"
"No, it's too stiff to change the topic. You haven't thought about why I just say something and things will move? Is there any reason for this?"
"If you recite a mantra that suits you, it should be effective. Is this necessary? Since the Creator created the world, the Goddess of Truth has been guarding and taking care of everyone, the right reward and the wrong punishment. You have done the right thing - there is a reward, and you have to thank the goddess."
"But I... can't use the same method to cast magic magic with spells, I've tried it." Feiqi originally wanted to say, "But I am a devil, the goddess doesn't care," but I'm afraid that once this sentence is finished, the goddess will care - through the Sacred Heart Paladin's long sword.
"The goddess has her own arrangements, you can experience it, but don't speculate." Diderit became serious, which made Feiqi know that he should continue to talk about "Adapted to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms for the sake of a different world".
Chapter completed!