Before they arrived, Director Steel Tiger had already sent Lancelot detailed information about these students, so he easily organized the group.
All players are divided into 8 squads, each with 10-12 players. The tactical system is comprehensive, with tanks, melee weapons, and ranged weapons all available.
In addition, he specially formed a small team skilled in covert reconnaissance to prepare for the formal operation to follow.
After finishing these tasks, Lancelot allowed everyone to move around freely and familiarize themselves with the team's structure, while he called Vermila aside.
What are you doing?
Vermila put one hand on her hip, revealing her perfect figure, and asked bluntly.
"Ahem, it's nothing, I just wanted to make a deal with my senior," Lancelot said with a smile.
"A deal?" Vermila frowned slightly, giving Lancelot a strange look. The smile on his lips made this somewhat eccentric girl misunderstand something. She quickly took a step back and said, "I like women. You'd better keep your strange ideas to yourself."
"..."
Lancelot was speechless. If it was just a guess before, it was now almost certain that Vermila was definitely a huge fan of Zyra.
They all share the same sexual orientation.
So, he stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "If you promise me you'll help coordinate the whole team, then these photos are yours. Oh, and by the way, if you want an autographed photo, that's not out of the question either."
As he spoke, Lancelot turned on his communicator and pulled up a bunch of photos of Zyra.
The latter often came to freeload meals and take photos, which was incredibly easy for Lancelot.
Vermila initially dismissed it, until she noticed the woman in the photograph.
"Um?!!"
The girl's eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out to grab the communicator, but Lancelot nimbly dodged it.
"How did you get a picture of Zyra?" Vermila asked incredulously, her voice trembling with barely suppressed tears, her girlish heart beginning to break.
Seeing this, Lancelot immediately realized that this girl had probably misunderstood something again.
"Don't overthink it. Ms. Zyra is my cousin; we're relatives."
"But I remember you're from the Kahn Province, while Professor Zyra's hometown seems to be the Yuta Province. One is in the north and the other in the south, how could you be related?" Vermila tilted her head and frowned as she spoke.
Although the girl's thought process is a bit unconventional, her IQ is quite good.
But Lancelot's deception skills were clearly top-notch; he could tell lies without batting an eye, and even told Vermila some embarrassing stories about Zyra from her childhood.
For example, if you disturb a hornet's nest, you might end up with your head covered in stings.
He was playing with fire and accidentally set his father's studio on fire. He was then hung up and whipped.
These embarrassing stories weren't made up by Lancelot; they were told by Zyra herself when she was drunk and had her arms around his neck.
Listening to Lancelot's persuasive words, Vermila gradually believed him, and her heart, which had been shattered after thinking that her idol and crush had found a partner, was successfully healed.
Because of her affection for Lancelot, Vermila's gaze softened as she looked at him, and she readily agreed to his trade request.
"Can you really get that autographed photo?" Even after the deal was done, Vermila was still a little hesitant and asked again and again.
"Don't worry, senior. Forget autographed photos, as long as you cooperate with me in managing the team during operations, I can even get you professional photos," Lancelot assured him, patting his chest.
"Really?" Vermila's eyes sparkled, and two delicate blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.
"A true man, once you say something, it's hard to chase him back!"
And so, the two successfully completed their shady deal.
Vermila begins to help Lancelot integrate the team.
Everyone was puzzled, wondering why Vermila, who had previously been somewhat resentful of Lancelot, had been so quickly won over by him.
Vermila seemed completely convinced, showing no signs of being forced, and even appeared to be quite pleased with herself.
Seeing this, the students couldn't help but feel a chill, and a sense of awe for Lancelot arose inexplicably. How could this junior's methods be so superb?
Some of my previous little thoughts were quietly put aside.
Without a sound, the entire team became even more cohesive.
Lancelot quickly noticed the change in the arena, a slight smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself, "Zyra's so generous, she won't blame me, will she?"
"No, definitely not, it's just some photos."
Achoo...
"What's going on? Who's sabotaging me behind my back?"
Zyra, who was meditating, opened her eyes, somewhat puzzled, but after carefully sensing her surroundings, she found nothing amiss and had no choice but to give up.
"Sigh, I wonder when Little Nana will be out of seclusion. It's been 212 days since I last saw her..."
That night, the night sky was filled with stars, and Lancelot led his team to the airport.
Director Steel Tiger glanced at the group behind him with surprise, noticing the difference from before, and asked in astonishment via telepathy, "How did you conquer them in such a short time?"
Lancelot blinked and uttered two words, "Seduction!"
Director Steel Tiger: "Σ( ° △ °|||)"
Ignoring the bewildered Steel Tiger, Lancelot waved his hand and led the team onto the spaceship.
As the spaceship's hatch slowly closed, the anti-gravity engine started, followed by a dazzling blue flame erupting from the end of the thruster, propelling the spaceship into the sky.
Steel Tiger stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky.
Vice Dean Louis approached him, squinted slightly, and said softly, "I wonder how big a fish we'll catch this time?"
"Demigod is unlikely, but Epic is still a possibility," Steel Tiger replied. "However, all of that is better than nothing. The most important thing is to find the traitor hidden within the Alliance!"
The vice dean nodded slightly, his usually gentle gaze now revealing a sharp glint.