The Wing Army on Sailesi's side nodded in agreement, and continued:
"Therefore, in order to protect the safety of Sand Capital, Lord [ Crown ] and Lord [ Thousand Faces ] mean..."
At this point, Sailesi stood up angrily and interrupted Wing Army's speech:
"I understand. I will immediately return to Sand Capital to assist the two councilors in resisting the rebels. I must inform Lord [ Hard Armor ] of this matter."
Even the messenger, Wing Army himself, felt that [ Nether Crossing ] was indeed reliable and trustworthy, but he could only grit his teeth and shake his head:
"No, what the two councilors mean is... that Lord [ Hard Armor ] should return to Sand Capital."
Upon hearing this, Sailesi sat back down on the stone chair, composed himself, and nodded, saying:
"Alright."
"More than..."
Wing Army said in a low voice:
"The meaning of Lord [ Crown ] and Lord [ Thousand Faces ] is that the garrison on the Sand Capital side is somewhat weak, and it is necessary to transfer some elite troops back from this defensive line."
Sailesi sat in his chair without saying a word.
After a long silence, he finally displayed the demeanor of someone whose military power had been forcibly taken away:
How much do you want?
"Fifty thousand, elite troops."
"Fifty thousand, and elite troops at that?"
Sailesi was somewhat indignant, yet he knew that even a small matter in Sand Capital was a big deal.
"Okay, I understand. When will the teleportation begin?"
"Tomorrow evening."
Wing Army immediately spoke.
"Alright, I will explain everything to Lord [ Hard Armor ]."
Sailesi said seriously:
"Then I have a few more questions to ask."
"Please speak."
The messengers of the Wing Army dared not delay in the slightest, while Sailesi asked solemnly:
"What if Councilor [ Hard Armor ] finds out what's happening in Sand Capital and is eager to leave first, leaving me here to gather troops?
"..."
Will Sand Capital allow him to go back alone first? Will he violate any taboos?
"This..."
Naturally, a messenger couldn't possibly know whether such a thing was permissible or not.
"Okay, then I'll ask another question."
Sailesi asked again:
"What if the Empire's army suddenly launches an attack, and I can't gather 50,000 elite troops within a day?"
"This..."
The messenger, of course, couldn't provide any valuable information.
"You said that Lord [ Crown ] personally sent you, so did you see [ Thousand Faces ]?"
"No."
Do you know what the [ Thousand Faces ] councilor is busy with right now?
"... have no idea."
"Did you see the size of the enemy army with your own eyes?"
"... No, it was Congressman [ Thousand Faces ] and my superior who witnessed it firsthand."
"You say [ Thousand Faces ] can't control a High Tier, but who can prove that Colin is already High Tier?"
"... This is what the [ Thousand Faces ] councilor said himself."
"Okay, I understand."
Sailesi's voice sounded very regretful and downcast:
"You can go back now. I'll discuss things here with Councilor [ Hard Armor ]."
"Yes."
The messenger from the Wing Army had finally completed his mission and turned to walk outside.
Behind Sailesi, [ Hard Armor ] also turned and walked towards the exit of the secret passage.
Good news: [ Hard Armor ] has been able to confirm that [ Nether Crossing ] is still trustworthy for the time being, and there seems to be no tendency for him to join forces with [ Thousand Faces ].
Bad news, [ Thousand Faces ] is no good; he's definitely plotting something.
I only saw the [ Crown ], but not the [ Thousand Faces ]...
Thousand Faces?
Could it be that...
[ Hard Armor ] was already in a state of utter confusion after a period of wild and chaotic thinking.
He knew that if Sailesi was right, he would soon need to discuss this issue with him.
Sailesi, who was in the room, inquired about the current location of [ Hard Armor ], and after learning that the other party was not in the lounge, he sent his soldiers to inform him.
Having done all this, he leaned back in the stone chair and began to think.
Clearly, after using illusions to buy them a day, the Sand Capital discovered the problem and began to suspect them.
After all, if [ Hard Armor ] really knew about this, even if he couldn't gather 50,000 soldiers, he would definitely send some away and have his confidants convey the reason why he couldn't gather the soldiers.
Unlike today, when I merely concealed the teleportation array with an illusion, causing it to only take away some sand and stones.
what to do?
Is there any way to delay the situation further?
As the Wing Army soldier said, the rebels were only two days away from arriving in Sand Capital.
If this elite force's return to defense is delayed by even one more day, it will definitely fail!
What should we do?
On the other side, [ Hard Armor ] had already turned his suspicions toward [ Thousand Faces ], while Sailesi was frantically trying to find a way to continue delaying.
He unconsciously crossed his legs and shook them, his whole body sinking into the embrace of the stone chair.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Sailesi's mind—
You can easily shift the blame!
Having already decided to flee, Sailesi no longer has any loyalty or expectation towards the Skeleton Alliance.
Coupled with his inexplicably youthful and energetic mindset, Sailesi's thinking gradually became more active.
Back in the Theocracy, as one of the cardinals, I had to shoulder certain responsibilities.
But for an employee who is about to leave the company --
What is responsibility?
Is it edible?
Find someone to shift the blame and try to delay things for another day. That's it.
Thinking this, Sailesi heard familiar footsteps, and [ Hard Armor ] came to his room.
Although the two were separated by only a wall a few minutes ago, the Skeleton Alliance's Psionic Energy Formula were also very powerful, and Sailesi truly had no idea that the two of them had just conspired to spawn an eavesdropper.
He had [ Hard Armor ] sit opposite him and began to tell him about the urgent military situation reported by the Wing Army messenger earlier.
The account was exactly the same as what the Wing Army had told him. As [ Hard Armor ] listened to Sailesi's verbatim retelling, he became increasingly confident in this man.
Finally, Sailesi finished recounting everything that had happened in the previous half hour, and he looked at [ Hard Armor ] and asked:
"I've finished speaking. What are your thoughts?"
[ Hard Armor ] pondered for a moment and then stated his conclusion:
I suspect something's fishy!
"Oh?"
Sailesi's eyes lit up:
You also think there's a problem?!
"You also?"
[ Hard Armor ] nodded quickly, as if he had found a kindred spirit:
"Then let's say it together: the person plotting something behind this is definitely—"
"[ Thousand Faces ]!"
"Rebels!"
The two uttered two different words in unison, and then stared at each other blankly.
"Um?"
"How could it be the [ Thousand Faces ] (rebels)?"
On either side of the stone table, [ Hard Armor ] and Sailesi locked eyes.
North of the Great Fortress, in the desert.
The visibility in the desert under the moonlight was surprisingly high than expected, although this could also be due to players increasing their display brightness.
Atop the sand dunes, the [ Western Sharpshooter ] aimed at the moving target in the air:
"You said it yourself, if we can take it down, go to the tavern and buy three big barrels of wine to help me boost my sales."
"Yes, it's a deal."
[ The Chosen of the Four Gods ] nodded beside him.
"Bang!"
The deafening roar of the Psionic Energy "musket" echoed across the sand dunes. After a very short delay, the Wing Army messenger's body shuddered violently before he plummeted to the ground.
"Awesome, bro!"
"Just something I did."