"This is a deal, right?" Brett's face was a little solemn. The sudden pain in his body forced him to frown, grit his teeth, and his body trembled involuntarily.

As the lower-level officer of the Empire and the captain of the Socra Council escort, he did not want to show his weak and painful side in front of the enemy, or traitor.

He has the pride of being a human being, the pride of being an imperial soldier, and the firmness in the bones of being a legion.

After thinking for about five or six minutes, Oliver chose to sit back on the torn leather chair. He bit the tail of the pencil and thought carefully for another minute or two before writing on the paper just now in Sunnese:

"Bret Klein, Captain of Operation Z of Sogra Guards' 'Silent Arrival', Terracotta 2nd Level. Kusha's human, without magic power, is recommended to require a price of 26,000-28,000 SGD."

Immediately afterwards, he threw the pencil on the ground beside him, rubbed his red hair with his hands, and smiled unknown to Brett.

After that, he folded the paper twice, put it into the inner pocket of the military green top coat, stood up straight, and walked quickly to Brett.

"I think this is a deal about 'hope'," Oliver said, bowing down, near Brett's blood-stained ears.

"'Hope'? Are you talking about the church of hope you are in? Or is there something else?" Bret asked with his head down.

"Of course it's your and my 'hope'. You certainly don't want to be bound here, right? If our deal can be realized, you can return to the Imperial Army, and I can return to the Church of Hope. According to the current situation, any team, whether private or semi-official, must choose one of the two forces, both the Church of the Lost and the Empire. Any small force who tries to fantasize about wandering, wandering, or even offending them will definitely end up with a tragic end."

"So your purpose...wow, your purpose is to surrender to the empire?" Brett guessed.

"Yes, but not exactly. By the way, my profession is [Twins]. From the beginning of becoming the Lost Awakening Profession, I have to experience two different lives, and at the same time use one soul and two bodies to perceive different powers. So after I hypnotized me and induced me into the Lost Dream, I developed the identity of ‘Blue Hair’. I was called ‘Red Hair’ by Atwood, and he always thought that my two bodies were twins." Oliver straightened up, walked behind Brett's metal seat, held the back of the chair with both hands, and told affectionately.

"【Twins】? Sorry, I'm not interested in the career of the Lost, and the Imperial psychics... rarely talk about things about the profession." Bret said impatiently.

"Even if you are reluctant, I will tell you." Oliver said suddenly and viciously:

"[Twins] In fact, it is necessary to go through two parallel and completely different life trajectories to be promoted. It is extremely difficult for a soul to control two bodies and can survive perfectly without revealing any information about it. It was previously because the two bodies were under Atwood at the same time, so I had to sacrifice the 'Blue Hair' at the end and come here alone. And..." Oliver paused for a moment and said:

"I lost a body and actually lost 70% of my magic power. Now, besides relying on firearms, I don't know what else I can control. And with my level and strength, it must be much less difficult to get those materials than I went to the church to personally explore the whole picture of the recipe. Not to mention that the rumors that Kayas is dead, even Aaron, Dylan, or other members above the middle grade are not objects that I can foresee at will."

"You're...real, or, you really want to make this deal right?" Brett's mouth raised slightly.

After all, I basically informed Bret of his identity, strength, current difficulties and weaknesses without reservation, that he must be ready to "conflict".

But then again, once Bret reveals a little unwillingness to cooperate, he is likely to die in the hands of the lost man Oliver, rather than the "single wolf" Wolfksky, or the Socra City Military Office.

"Trade, of course, I think. In addition to your strong strength that many of our team members admire, I also want to go to the center of the silent highland, sneak into the bottom of the 'Vita Water', and open the stone gate of the gods' existence." Oliver said without hesitation.

"Do you know the gods? And the 'Vita Water'? These are the orders issued by the committee to the escort. I want to know how much you know... about the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan'." Bret deliberately said the name of "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan".

He resisted the tingling and tearing from his body, slowly raised his head and looked at Oliver in confusion.

"Since we all know about similar information, I don't think there is any need to exchange information. I'll just say one thing, one thing I want to stop, but I will only mention its name, if you have the same purpose as me, I think we should immediately make a deal, or even... team up?" Oliver suggests.

"If that happens, I agree to this deal." Breitte said.

"What I'm going to say is..." Oliver bent over again and whispered in Brett's ear:

"'Blood Ritual', stop it."

"'Blood Ritual', to 'Blood Ritual'." Bret suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

"Yes, if I say so, I completely agree with this deal. So, is there a possibility for you to rescue Miyou?" Bret continued to ask.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is a small matter. The blood clan is of no value to us and the empire. In addition to being more tenacious in vitality, they do not have enough magic power to fight against the Lost, and they do not have enough gun knowledge to fight against humans. It is even difficult to maintain even 5% of their strength under the Yangguan. To be honest, my elder brother said that those blood clan wastes are not as good as a few chickens, and they can at least supplement us with some protein." Oliver teased and agreed.

"I'll be relieved if I say this. By the way, I can promise you something, Oliver. As long as I can safely reach the southern barracks of the silent highlands, I can recommend you to join the Imperial Army to participate in the war, so that we can better contact the gods. I think, since you can create a clone... can I understand this way?'Clone'?" Bret asked.

"Are you talking about the other body of [Twins]? That's right, it's the clone." Oliver nodded in a calm tone.

"In that case, after replenishing the magic power, you can arrange one of your clones to go to the Lost and enter the Highland Center from the southeast, and you and I can enter the Highland Center from the west and south with the advancement of the Empire's battle.

From what I understand, the focus of His Royal Highness is on the war itself. As long as we can enter the high ground before other guards, we can master the first power to find out the gods. But there is another point," Brett's tone suddenly mixed with sadness and loss:

"I have to know clear information about Wright, who disappeared in front of me in mid-air in the lake of Dunusk. The Socra Commission's orders asked me to monitor him, and I have to determine whether he is alive before entering the center of the Highlands."

"Is it the young man who surged magic power to form a shield to resist the explosion?" Oliver asked with interest.

"That's right." Brett's eyes suddenly became firmer, and he said:

“He is the key to opening the realm of the gods in the quiet highlands, and the power of the gods and apostles exists in him.

In fact, he should not know that the Socra Committee's surveillance on him was everywhere. The underground waterway was the death of De, and he made heraldry in the hut, and the meeting with Aaron in Chekavsk was known by the committee.

Moreover, the committee's veteran general George had already implanted a tracker in his arm that could work by contacting the magic power. I don't think he would die easily, but we must find him before the other members of the guards arrived on the battlefield.

If we found him one after another on April 20, I'm afraid he would have been under the control of the committee at that time." Brett analyzed.

"But we can't return to Donusk." Oliver said with a distressed look:

"I can only find a way to kill the guards outside and take you to drive the chariot through the 'Dark Woods' not far ahead into the high ground. I definitely can't find someone."

"Actually, Oliver. The committee's tracker also has the ability to influence thinking subconsciously. And I made an agreement with him that he must travel through Donusk and enter the quiet highlands. He should keep his promise and find ways to get here."

"I think if he really came out of the ruins smoothly, after entering the high ground, he would only have a little communication with a few legion soldiers and the location of the legion camp. At that time, only a small equipment is needed to find out his location." Brett explained.

"Brother Brett. I remember you said yesterday that Wright is your best comrade. Is your behavior considered to be... protecting him?" Oliver asked in confusion.

"Of course." Bret nodded and sighed:

"The premise is that he is still alive."

"Haha, live." Oliver smiled slightly.

He looked around the factory-style empty room for a week, and after confirming that no one could have come in, he pulled out a dagger with steel gloss from his ankle. After repeated gestures, he cut through the rope that bound Brett with just one knife, giving his huge body a limited freedom.

"It was originally a simple transaction that released the formula of the blond teenager and the magic source potion. Now it seems that we have added a lot of other content to it. In this way, we are not only in the relationship of 'doing business', but also in the possibility of becoming a collaborator." Oliver sighed.

Hearing this statement, Brett did not respond immediately, but moved his stiff upper body and said slowly:

"You have 'justness' in your heart, and I have 'responsibility' in my heart. As long as it can prevent the existence of the conspiracy of the Socra Committee, I am willing to call you no matter what your identity is, and they are...comrades."

"Comrade... the noble title that was circulated in the Cruzd Empire before. Yes, comrade means like-minded people. By the way, you should bring this with you, as the deposit I will pay first in this transaction."

Oliver said, jogging quickly to the back of the metal square table where many messy wooden boxes were piled up.

He glanced over several open boxes above, marked with Western Lu common numbers, and looked at a small box at the bottom made of mahogany, covered with half a thick dust, but in the middle, there was a clean area near the password lock made of brass.

Then, he skillfully turned the password lock, so that the number above stayed at the "9-9-6".

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

A crisp sound came out. Oliver pulled out the wooden box and opened the lid, took out a thumb-sized object inside, and a camouflage pistol that was more than 30 cm long, which looked like a "powerful type".

"What is this?" Brett sat in a chair, stretching his neck and looking at him curiously.

"This is the sequential monster, MB-105: Mithril blood drop. This pistol is a 'White Bear' pistol, a new type of gun with great power. It should have been transported from the Putoya Federation last month by sea. Your guns, including howitzers, have been taken away by your elder brother Wolfksky, so now this pistol is prepared for you." Oliver smiled and raised the "White Bear" pistol onto the metal square table with a little effort.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Brett looked at it instantly and found that the gun was not much related to his name. After all, if it was related to "white", the color must be mainly silver or white.

If you don’t look at the lightning and bear patterns carved above the gun, Brett feels that it is not much different from Wright’s “Crazy Bear” pistol. In his opinion, it should be a “sister piece” designed by the same “gun master”.

"By the way, Brother Brett. For pistols, I think you'd better not hold them in your hands now. I suggest you feel the power of the 'Misinian Blood Drop' first. If your spirit can resonate with it even a little bit, you can drip into the blood and get some extraordinary abilities. By the way, different types of magic power, or different races, or even people of different identities have different blood effects."

Oliver said, handing the "Misins Blood Drop" to Brett.

"Feeling...power? To be honest, if it's not necessary, I really don't want to touch the sequential monster." Brett complained.

He carefully observed the size of the finger in his eyes and his hands, which was silver luster, and was surrounded by small and fast-moving "little snakes" emitting red light. The whole thing was like a sequence monster with a large drop of water.

After thinking for two seconds, he held it tightly in his hand, learning as much as possible from the superpowers in the army, and sensing it with his spiritual power.

But at the same time, a loud noise came from the metal cover in the corner of the open room.

Oliver quickly turned his head and looked at two very familiar military green figures appeared under the cover.
Chapter completed!