I, Viego, conquer Terra!

"Then let's get in the car too?" Viego looked at the mudstone.

"Yeah." A dull electronic sound came from under the heavy armor, and Mudstone opened the back door and sat in.

Viego withdrew his subtle gaze and sat in the driver's seat.

Ever since I saw her true appearance beneath the mudstone helmet, it has become difficult for me to look directly at her thick and solid armor, and that weird and hideous helmet.

When I think about the fact that there is a beautiful girl with white hair and red eyes under this power armor, I always feel a strong sense of contrast.

The contrast is even stronger when you think that this beautiful girl is swinging a hammer.

The beautiful girl is a brave man.

The key was in the car, and Dave just turned off the engine and left, which made things convenient for Viego.

He started the engine and passed the SUV in front of him where the Shining three were. In the side-view mirror, the Shining was also driving closely behind him.

Viego felt relieved, but at the same time he secretly increased his attention, letting the thin black mist float around the off-road vehicle, alert for possible attacks.

The street was actually very quiet and there were many pedestrians. It was dinner time at the moment, and the vehicles coming and going, the few mercenaries and crowds on the street all seemed to indicate that nothing was happening.

But Viego felt that this was just the last calm before the storm.

You are in the light while the other party is in the dark.

If Viego was the leading officer on the opposite side, he would definitely order these spies in the city to launch harassing attacks to consume the enemy's energy.

With the absolute advantage in military strength, even if each attacker can only inflict one more wound on the enemy, it is still a huge profit.

I just don't know when the other party will choose to take action...

"Viogo, where are we going next?" Mudstone asked in the back seat.

"I don't know." Viego answered confidently.

"...?" Mudstone was stunned, and for a moment he didn't even realize which part of the Scar Mall he "didn't know" was.

"I have a... friend who once told me a truth." Viego thought of a crazy white-haired girl who loved to wear black stockings. "--Only a bomb that you don't even know when you will throw is a good bomb."

Viego glanced at Mudstone, who was sitting there without any reaction, in the rearview mirror and couldn't help laughing.

Why does it feel like this girl Mudstone is also a bit dull?

"Mudstone, have you had dinner?" he suddenly asked.

"?" Mud Rock was startled again, and answered hesitantly: "...No."

Mudstone originally planned to return to the hotel and have the hotel staff deliver dinner directly to his room.

As a result, as soon as I entered the hall, I met the golden-haired woman, which directly disrupted my original plans and itinerary.

So naturally I didn’t get to eat.

But Mudstone couldn't keep up with Viego's jumping topics for a while, and didn't understand what he was going to do by suddenly asking this question.

"It's okay, I'm just asking." Viego smiled. "If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid I'll have to eat canned food for the next period of time."

"......" Mudstone was silent.

Just to say this?

Mr. Viego... seems to have a strong desire to chat with people.

Mudstone didn't answer, and Viego didn't care. He just took out the "Little Smart" long-distance communicator that Kal'tsit gave him before leaving the Tower of Babel.

There were only two numbers on the communicator, one was Mostima's companion named "Lemuian", and the other was Kal'tsit.

Viego sent a communication request to Kal'tsit.

After a while, the call was connected.

Kelsey's calm and cold voice sounded: "Viogo, what's the matter?"

"Do you have any safe house or place to stay near Scar Mall? Or a hotel with higher security will do." Viego asked bluntly.

Shining used to be a pardoner and doesn't know much about the details of this city. Viego doesn't trust Mudstone, Lizzie knows nothing, and Gwen understands nothing, so after thinking about it, Viego can only ask Kal'tsit.

——In a sense, this can also be regarded as a signal of cooperation to Babel through Kal'tsit.

After all, Viego didn't want to get too involved with the Tower of Babel in the beginning because he didn't want to be involved in the trouble of the royal civil war. As a result, the royal court still wouldn't let him go even after he was in this situation, so it didn't matter whether he was related to the Tower of Babel or not.

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment: "...You got into trouble?"

"What are you talking about!" Viego retorted angrily. "It's me who caused the trouble!"

"..." The sound of Kal'tsit taking a deep breath was heard.

"I'm asking you, who is the other party? I don't have any property in Scar Emporium. If you want to recommend a hotel, at least I want to know the identity of the person you've offended - long-distance communication is very costly, so don't talk nonsense."

"Okay." Viego smacked his lips and said:

"...I killed a few Pardoners, which seems to have angered the Kazdel Royal Court. Several nobles in the area near the Scar Mall formed a joint army led by a school officer from the Military Committee, and are now preparing to encircle and suppress me."

"Say that again?" Kal'tsit's voice was noticeably louder.

"I killed a few..."

"Shut up." Kal'tsit interrupted Viego's repetitive words and let out a tired sigh at the other end.

Woman, do you know that you are unreasonable? Viego muttered in his heart, but he still didn't dare to say the suicidal words.

——After all, he is the one who needs help now.

What if Kal'tsit's blood pressure goes up and she gets mad and just hangs up the phone and ignores him?

An unreasonable woman doesn't care whether you are really dying or not.

There was no sound from Kal'tsit, as if she was thinking.

Of course, it is also possible that he was so tired that he threw the communicator aside.

"...Hello?" Viego asked tentatively.

"What? I'm listening."

"So, do you have any hotel you can recommend?" Viego couldn't help but urge:

"If it doesn't work, you can ask W and Hedley for me - long-distance communication costs a lot, and one extra second means a lot of money!"

In the office of the Rhode Island Medical Department, Kal'tsit covered her temple, which was throbbing with blood vessels as if it was dancing in a disco, and broke the pen in her hand with a snap.

...You're still urging me to do this, right?

"So why don't you just get out of town and get away from there?" she asked.

"I have a few people with me. They need to rest. It's too dangerous to leave overnight."

Viego explained:

"The vanguard troops and spies of the United Army entered the city a few hours ago. They are probably keeping a close eye on the entrances and exits of Scar Mall. I'm afraid we'll be surrounded as soon as we leave the city. They should be more relaxed tomorrow, so it won't be so dangerous."

"Okay, I understand." Kelsey frowned slightly. "Let me think about it..."

Hedley had just left with the mercenary group today. W stayed at the Tower of Babel, but he was busy catching spies on the ship as soon as he recovered. He might not be able to find him in a short time.

The coalition army is composed of several noble armies, led by a colonel from the Military Commission. That's not enough to stop the entire Scar Mall from operating to help them hunt down Viego, but they will definitely offer a reward for information about his whereabouts...

Babel has no base in Scar Mall - and of course, neither does Tracy.

At least not on the surface.

As the largest transit point for mercenary commissions and smuggling trade, Scar Mall needs to at least maintain "surface neutrality".

In other words, what Viego needs is actually a place to stay with a higher level of privacy and confidentiality.

Kal'tsit's eyes fell on the letter on her desk that was about to be sent, and she had the answer in her mind.

"You should go to the 'bridge tunnel'," she said. "I have a... friend there."

Viego: “???”

The situation here is so critical, and you thought about it for half a minute, and finally asked me to sleep under the bridge, and said that your friends are in the bridge?

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Kelsey, this is the first time I realize you are so good at joking."

Tell me, Kelsey, you're not serious.

"No, I'm serious." Kelsey explained:

"'Bridge Hole' is the local name for one of the plots of land in Scar Mall. Once there, go to Building 06, Street 27, in the residential area. The owner of that property is my friend. Tell her who you are and she will allow you to stay for one night."

"Okay... I understand." Viego said: "Thanks, Kal'tsit, do you have anything else to say?"

Step forward, the misunderstanding is resolved!

"I just happen to have a letter to send to the owner of that property. I'll send the content to your communicator later, and you can just tell her." Kal'tsit looked cold, staring at the pen that she had broken.

"——Also, remember to write back when you are safe. You should have something else to say to me."

It's impossible that Viego called her just to ask her where to stay, otherwise he would have directly found a hotel that looked expensive, disguised himself, and sent someone to book a room for him.

This communication was more to send a signal of "we can cooperate" to her, or to Babel Tower.

The Tower of Babel is not far from an all-out war with the Kazdel Royal Court. Before that, every bit of weakening of the Royal Court will increase the chances of victory.

The coalition forces' expedition to encircle and suppress Viego is a good opportunity.

Viego could see it, and Kal'tsit could see it too.

It’s just that their previous agreement was that Kal’tsit and Viego would cooperate in a “private capacity”, so they both tacitly didn’t make it clear.

Kal'tsit wanted to seek the opinions of other senior executives of Babel Tower first, while Viego was giving her time.

The two reached a tacit understanding on this matter.

"Kal'tsit, regarding the instrument you asked me to develop..." Kal'tsit pushed the door open excitedly, with engine oil on her face.

"Why are you talking so vaguely, as if you're worried about me and I'm going to confess my feelings to you after a big battle?" Viego's teasing voice just happened to come out of the communicator:

"That's not something you can say. In my hometown, people who make such a promise usually die in battle."

"...We can start the experiment..." Kal'tsit froze in place, her voice getting lower and lower, and she looked cautiously at Kal'tsit, whose face suddenly turned cold. "Should I knock on the door first?"

"You really should knock, Klothir."

As soon as the words were spoken, the communication was cut off.

In the off-road vehicle, Viego looked at the communicator in his hand.

Uh...it seems like the dirty talk I was joking about was heard by others?

I'll apologize to Kal'tsit next time...I hope she won't be too socially retarded.

Viego looked at Mudstone, who was sitting quietly in the rearview mirror. "Mudstone, do you know where the 'bridge tunnel' is?"

"Yes, it's very famous. Some merchants who have settled in Scar Emporium, wealthy nobles, and some forces and mercenary groups who have built strongholds all own properties there. What's wrong?"

"Help me show the way. We need to go to Street 06 in the residential area of ​​that plot."

"I see. The plot of land is not far from us. It will take about twenty minutes to get there - turn left at the next intersection."

Mudstone Navigation will show you the way. The estimated journey time is 20 minutes. Turn left after 300 meters...

The black fog was disturbed, and Viego's divergent thoughts instantly converged.

A muffled thud was heard on the roof of the car.

Viego: "... Grass."

Kal'tsit had just set a flag and the enemy showed up? Damn it, is it really that effective?



Chapter 95: Miss Mudstone is innocent and easy to deceive

"...It seems that a guest has come to our door." Viego curled his lips slightly and grinned with a slightly excited smile.

It was peaceful for several days. No one was killed, no one became stronger, and no battle took place... Although Viego did not reject peaceful days, it was obvious that he was somewhat suffocated.

——Just waiting for you to come to me!

My Ruined King Sword is already thirsty!

While feeling excited about the upcoming battle, Viego also glanced at the rearview mirror, paying attention to the movement of the mudstone in the back seat.