Chapter 144 Others' Representation

The day after the banquet, Verin led the 13th Transport Battalion back to the Brazilian A camp.

As the last transportation mission, after Verin returned the order documents to Flora, he asked Greg and Imogen to suspend the training of the troops.

Half a month after returning to the Brazilian A camp, troops gradually withdrew from the front line.

Gradually, the desolate camp became lively again, making the commercial camp fifty kilometers away more prosperous, accompanied by an increase in the sales of half-elf slaves.

In addition, the old officer of the 14th Transportation Battalion, who was previously staid, sent someone to invite him.

However, Weilin politely refused. He didn't know who the other party was, so it was inappropriate to contact him rashly.

In the next half month, the other party still refused to give up, making frequent demands and vowing not to give up until the goal was achieved.

[A mask hiding the power of a curse appears in the Brazilian A camp, and the contaminated human nobles are plotting to overthrow the magic army. 】

Weilin, who had just been lying on the bed to rest, suddenly sat up, his expression changing unexpectedly.

His subconscious told him that he must escape from here.

Then, Weilin shook his head to wake himself up: "No, we have to find a way."

After some careful consideration, Weilin decided to go find his third uncle.

But a question posed before him, if his third uncle doubted the source of the information, how should he explain it.

"Wait a minute and think of a solution in the next few days. If there is really no other way, then consider this path."

After tossing and turning until late at night, Weilin could barely fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Kyle entered the camp and woke Verin.

"My lord, Lord Krell invites you to go to his camp before noon today."

"I see."

Weilin sat up from the bed, rubbed his swollen head, and recalled that he had thought of countless plans last night, and it seemed that he only told himself that the third uncle's risk was the lowest.

Near noon, Verin came to the camp where Krell was resting.

Seeing Weilin's face, the other party asked worriedly: "What's wrong? You don't look good."

"It's nothing, it's just that something confuses me." Verin sat cross-legged on the right side of the short round table, resting his chin on his right hand as he responded to Krel.

"Okay,"

Seeing that Weilin didn't want to say anything, Krell didn't force it.

Then, a thin priest entered the camp and took off his priest's hat, revealing an exquisite face.

"Alva, this is Verin. As I told you before, the interesting people I met are almost my friends now."

Later, Krell introduced to the young priest: "Verin, this is my good friend Alva, a disciple of Bishop Camille, and I grew up together."

"Nice to meet you, Pastor Alva." Verin said first.

"Me too. It's our first time meeting you. I can feel the worry in your heart. My friend, what's on your mind?" Alva said softly.

"Alva, there is something... I don't know how to say it, because I can't tell where it came from." Verin looked at the priest of the goddess of life with some hesitation and said in a deep voice.

"I can feel the fear in your heart. If you don't mind, you can tell me and the goddess will bless you." Alva still maintained a warm smile while using magic to heal the soul.

"Weilin, as friends, Alva and I can share your worries. Although we have only known each other for less than half a year, I think the person I am looking for must be right."

After struggling in his heart, Verin sighed and said to the two of them: "Krel, Alva, if, I mean if, there are humans who have been confused by evil gods in the Brazilian A camp, how can we identify them? ”

"The simplest way is to activate camp monitoring, which is the most commonly used method but the easiest to cover up. The second is to have the priest take action and use large-scale purification magic on the Brazilian A camp to discover the power of the evil god."

"Weilin, why are you thinking about this problem suddenly?" Krell keenly sensed something was wrong and asked Weilin.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Alva and I didn't talk about other things when we met for the first time today."

Afterwards, the three of them slowly began to communicate.

After lunch, Weilin was the first to leave.

Claire turned to look at his friend and asked curiously: "Alva, did you notice anything wrong?"

Alva turned his head and looked at Krell and said: "Weilin's hypothesis reminds me of the Slan Mystery incident three hundred years ago."

"That evil god incident, why do you think of it?"

"Six hundred years ago, the Kingdom's Sixth Magic Legion all turned into corrupted black spirits overnight. No one knows the specific reason. In the end, it can only be blamed on the evil god."

"So, there is a problem in the Brazilian Serie A camp."

Alva closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "There are always some people in the world who are loved by gods. Their behavior is different from ordinary people. They can rise quickly when they are weak and achieve unimaginable achievements."

"My teacher and I studied the secret history of ancient history and compressed tens of thousands of years of history into a short period of time. You will find that there are countless such characters."

"Some are as bright as stars, disappearing from the world at the top of glory, heading to unknown places. Some rise with the trend, and then quickly decline in an instant, without any reason. What's more, those who are from legendary races, at their peak "

"So, Alva, you want to say that there is something wrong with Verin." Krel suddenly asked.

Alva opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "No, he doesn't fit. I just used my special soul skill, the Wonderful Eyes, to see him. There was nothing abnormal. Or maybe I was too low in practice to find his abnormality."

Knowing Alva well, Claire asked curiously, "So, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course, I'll ask my teacher to do a comprehensive and in-depth investigation of the Brazilian A camp." Alva said calmly, "He can't bring it up because he can't give a specific reason, and no one can believe him, so it's just right for me to do it, quickly and bravely, and eliminate the danger in the midst of Xumi."

"Okay, Mr. Alva, the future Bishop, it's up to you." Claire shrugged and said to Alva.

...

After returning to the tent, after thinking over and over again, Weilin made up his mind and sent someone to invite his third uncle over.

Then there was a long wait until night.

"Weilin, what's the matter, so urgent." As soon as Balmond received the news, he rushed over without stopping.

Weilin stood up and said straight to the point: "Uncle San, please pay attention to what I am going to tell you next. As for the source, I can't tell you."

Looking at his nephew's serious expression, Balmond nodded seriously.

"It's like this, in the Brazilian A camp..."

Suddenly, a divine light swept across, followed by a panicking scream.

"Humph, what a good plan."

At this moment, Balmond rushed out of the tent quickly, looking at the cursed spirits fleeing around quickly, and attacked directly.

The entire camp was blocked by divine magic, and hundreds of cursed spirits could not escape. Under the attack of many powerful people, they were quickly eliminated.

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