Witch Monastery

Everyone immediately became alert and listened carefully to the Spider Queen's order. Kunsher Banrui said slowly and calmly, "I'm sure you have all heard that a large army of undead appeared in the country of Borneo..."

"...In short, the Spider Queen needs us to organize an elite team and go to the Kingdom of Borneo, and then..."

As she spoke, a cruel smile appeared on her lips: "Assassinate the chief officer there, the one who contributed the most to the defeat of the Undead Army!"

She said this, but all the mistresses were silent. After all, the destination of this mission was the country of Borneo, and that place...

No one wants to go.

Although the elves were free and undisciplined by nature, they all loved cleanliness. Even though they had never been to the country of Borneo, they all knew how dirty, messy and poor that place was!

Just like a cesspool, mentioning it will make the arrogant dark elves feel sick. There were once harsh dark elves who commented on this country: Poro is a sleeping maggot, and when it wakes up, the whole world will feel sick.

Therefore, every mistress does not want to go there to perform missions, and they all know that their subordinates absolutely do not want to be sent to such places to perform missions.

What's more, I have to stay there for a long time...

Whoever is given this kind of task will be blamed by his subordinates. So, naturally, he will push it away if he can!

"The Mizrim family supports this operation unconditionally."

Below, the matriarch of one of the eight major families spoke up, first expressing her loyalty, then suddenly changing her words: "However, the family's manpower cannot be transferred at the moment, so we can only provide some material support."

The other mistresses nodded one after another, and each gave their own reasons, saying that they could provide money but not people.

Looking at the reactions of the crowd, Kunshel Banrui frowned, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She had never expected these guys to send out their own people to complete such a secret mission. She had already decided to send her trusted people to do it personally, and the reactions of the mistresses were exactly what she wanted!

"Well, that's fine." She said slowly, "It's not impossible for the Banrui family to send people to Borneo. However, this will require your full support..."

She said this, but she had already prepared to ask for a huge sum of money early in the morning!

Chapter 725: Polo's Celebration Banquet

The celebration banquet of the Kingdom of Borneo was held in the port of Nawashe. Although the most terrifying enemy, Ocus, had not been eliminated, Borneo now needed a grand gathering to announce their achievements to the world.

Therefore, even Sharma did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles from Kendra Port to Navash Port to attend this grand celebration banquet.

In fact, according to common sense, this banquet to celebrate the recovery of Gendra Port should be held in that port. However, predictions and information from all sides showed that Orcus was still hiding in that sea area and had not come out. International reporters did not dare to go there directly.

And people like them still need their influence,

In order to spread the elephant people's victory to the whole world, they had to settle for the next best thing and rush to Navashe Port to hold this celebration banquet and press conference.

As for how ordinary soldiers would view this matter?

In Borneo, the opinions and attitudes of the lower-level soldiers have always been the least important things.

The banquet was grand on the day. Although the people did not treat the residents they ruled very well, they were extremely generous in a place where pomp and circumstance were very important.

The banquet was held in the largest hall of the most luxurious hotel in Navashe Port. It was almost a square covering an area of ​​nearly one hectare, and was artificially divided into different small blocks.

There are thousands of tables of delicious food here. Soldiers who have made meritorious contributions, mid-level commanders, international supporters, and journalists who come here for investigation and interviews are all invited.

In addition to these people, the elephants also specially arranged beautifully dressed waiters to serve them at meals, and different small art groups performed in different dining areas, adding a festive atmosphere to the banquet.

Hawthorne and others were naturally among the invited guests, or rather, they were the most qualified and justified people to sit here and enjoy the food and praise.

However, although it was actually them who saved the Port of Gendra, Hawthorne behaved very low-key. He just sat in his seat and ate with Anno. He did not take the initiative to provoke the reporters and others, and did not want to attract attention here.

Even if a reporter recognized him and came over to interview him, he would just say a few simple words and then say that the credit belongs to everyone and ask people not to attribute all the credit to him. His main point is that he is indifferent to fame and fortune.

After all, he knew that the main purpose of people like this to hold a celebration banquet was to praise their own achievements. Why should he steal their limelight and make himself uncomfortable?

So he was able to peacefully accompany his loved ones and his comrades who had fought side by side with him, enjoying this rare delicacy at the same round table and spending this rare leisure time leisurely.

The food on the round table was extremely rich, with steaming and fragrant pork elbows, lamb legs, whole chickens, sea fish, crabs, lobsters, etc., a wide variety of dishes.

In order to cater for the habits of guests from different countries, the organizers even prepared tableware and unlimited high-end red wine for everyone for the first time, which can be said to be a lot of effort.

Hawthorne savored the food. Although he ate much better food almost every week at Blue Dragon's, he had been living on dry food for more than a month, so his taste buds were surprisingly bland. Now that he could enjoy it a bit, his tongue couldn't help but feel extremely satisfied.

However, he was not busy eating. For example, at this moment, he was peeling the shell of the shrimp in his hand, and then reached out and put the tender shrimp meat into Annuo's plate on his right hand.

An Nuo was born into a noble family and had enjoyed all kinds of delicacies since he was a child. Even though he hadn't eaten anything good for a month, he seemed extremely restrained at this moment.

In contrast, she was more focused on taking care of Kasa on her right. Looking at the little elf girl who was wolfing down her food, she couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her on the back: "Slow down, don't choke."

Over there, Kasa was holding a huge pork elbow, eating with her mouth full of oil. After tasting many delicacies in Libel Port, she had been eating elf dry food every day for the past two months, and she was really going crazy. Seeing so many delicious foods at this moment, she naturally couldn't help but wolf them down.

Seeing this, An Nuo couldn't help but laugh: "You kid..."

She said, shaking her head slightly. When she first met Kassa, she thought this elf was also the mature and steady type. In addition, Kassa's martial arts were also very outstanding, so Annuo was a little in awe of her.

But now, seeing her behaving like a greedy little cat, the awe in her heart naturally disappeared without a trace, and what remained in her eyes was only full of loving kindness.

"It's okay, I can still eat." Kasha chewed with big mouthfuls. While eating, she looked at Hawthorne in confusion and asked, "It tastes pretty good, Father. Why did you always have that expression when I mentioned that I wanted to try the snacks of Poro before?"

She asked in confusion, her expression looking innocent, as if she had never been tortured by the true face of the country of Bharata and was too well protected.

Hawthorne's expression suddenly became a little subtle. Thinking of his previous experience in the collective cafeteria of Boro, he suddenly felt his face getting sour: "Well... after all, this kind of banquet is mainly for entertaining high-ranking military officers, so the level is barely up to the average level."

"As for the local snacks here, you'd better not try them..."

Kasha blinked, not understanding what he was afraid of. She made up her mind that when she had time later, she would try it secretly without telling Hawthorne.

Hawthorne wanted to say something, but a jade hand suddenly reached out from the side and stuffed a piece of processed crab roe directly into his mouth. He glanced at his left hand side and saw Celine looking at him gently, with a loving look in her eyes.

So Hawthorne swallowed the crab roe and licked Celine's finger without leaving any trace. Noticing his antics, Celine rolled her eyes at him, took her hand back, and continued to help him deal with the delicacies here.

As a witch, she doesn't need

Eating, so feeding Hawthorne, became one of her greatest pleasures here.

Time passed slowly, and everyone was basically full. People like Eric, Ethan and Tierra Stro began to leave and go to different areas to watch performances or accept interviews from reporters.

Only Morn, the vampire, had been sitting far away drinking alone, ignoring everyone. Noticing his abnormality, Hawthorne also left the table and took the initiative to sit next to him, asking with concern, "What's wrong, Morn?"

"Nothing." Moen lowered his head, his expression stiff, not daring to look him in the eye, "I just feel that I shouldn't be here. I haven't even made any contribution."

The battles between the Bharata army and the undead mostly took place during the day. Even if there were encounters at night, they were extremely rare.

Therefore, the number of battles that Moren had participated in was relatively small. Moreover, his own strength was relatively weak, and he was probably the weakest in Hawthorne's team, and his role on the battlefield was also relatively small.

Although no one blamed him for this, he felt inferior and ashamed because of his strong self-esteem, and thought he was not worthy of attending this celebration party.

However, Hawthorne showed a relieved expression on his face.

Although this child still looks so worried, at least he is no longer like before, with his mind full of thoughts about dying quickly and having peace and quiet, right?

In Hawthorne's view, this is a good thing. As long as he still has the desire and courage to live, everything will be fine in the future.

Chapter 726: There was a deviation in the report...

"What are you thinking? That's not true." Hawthorne reached out and patted Morn's shoulder, comforting him, "You are a member of my team, so you are qualified to sit here. Don't doubt yourself. At least, I recognize you."

"Not only your present, but also your future. The power you will be able to control in the future will make an amazing contribution to this battle."

Moen gave a bitter smile: "Do I... still have a future?"

Hawthorne patted his shoulder and said, "I am sure. Believe in yourself, Moen. You have a bright future."

At this point, Morn forced out a smile and cheered himself up a little. At least he was no longer as depressed as before.

While Hawthorne was still chatting, on the other side, Sharma was surrounded by a group of journalists from all over the world.

He was also not wearing plate armor today, but he was not wearing a plain white robe like Wang Du. Instead, he was wearing a silk robe dyed gold and decorated with countless pearls and gems. He had a crown made of white jade on his head, his face was specially painted with foundation, and his ivory was specially taken care of, making it shiny and fragrant. He looked like an angel descended to the earth.

He did not dine like everyone else. Instead, he served as the host, having the waiters carry wine glasses and toast and praise the guests in various areas, while also dealing with the reporters who surrounded him and asked question after question.

Facing the swarm of interviewers, he was extremely reserved and at ease, and spoke calmly and calmly: "In fact, it would be biased to attribute all these achievements to the magic I cast at the critical moment. The key part that really determined the outcome of the battle was the powerful strength of the holy elephants..."

"...Friends from around the world may not know that holy elephants are the greatest gift bestowed by the great elephant god on the material world. They are born with the ability to use holy light, and they are just and hate evil. They are the most powerful patron saints of justice and life..."

As he spoke thus, he enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by admiring gazes, and also enjoyed the future when his heroic demeanor would be seen by people all over the world and be marveled at and admired by them.

However, at this time, a discordant voice sounded among the reporters: "General Sharma, it is said that a silver dragon appeared on that day, and it was an ancient dragon. It was it that destroyed the culprit of this war, the Death Knight who commanded this army of undead creatures."

"Excuse me, what do you think about this statement?"

Sharma glanced at the reporter with a little annoyance, thinking that this guy must be deliberately trying to make things difficult for me and humiliate me. The existence of the silver dragon was a thorn in his heart, and what it did was also reminding Sharma all the time that he had a biggest competitor here, that Nigel Hawthorne!

He was annoyed, and took a deep breath through his long trunk. He then said in a deep voice: "I need to dispel a rumor. The culprit who created these undead creatures is not the Death Knight. There is a master behind him, the legendary Demon Lord, the Lord of the Undead, Orcus!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many reporters present nodded, as most of them had known the news in advance.

Sharma continued, "Ocus is my real enemy! I have been working so hard to fight against this terrible lord of the abyss!"

"This guy is not an unknown small fish or shrimp like Monpot. I believe everyone is very clear about his power and how terrifying he is."

As he spoke, he glanced around and glanced at Hawthorne in the distance, trying to see his reaction. He had already cruised to the vicinity of Hawthorne's dining place and then deliberately stopped here to be interviewed.

But unfortunately, Hawthorne was busy chatting with Morn at the moment.

I didn't look in this direction, so naturally I didn't hear what he said.

Sharma's plan failed, but he was not discouraged. He continued, "But I will do my best to fight against this lord of the abyss. As long as I stand here, the lives of the people of Bharata will be safe. I will fight this demon lord to the end!"

His words were righteous and passionate. As he finished speaking, the reporters he had arranged in advance immediately began to applaud.

Others were also moved by the atmosphere and began to applaud. The venue became more and more lively, and countless reporters began to take pictures with magic photo stones. Sharma looked more and more proud as he was surrounded by people.

Hawthorne, who was counseling Moen, was also startled by the noise. He turned his head and looked over there, and saw Sharma surrounded by reporters. He couldn't help but laugh.

But he didn't care, shook his head, and continued chatting with Moen. He knew that the Brahmans liked to brag, and he knew that the elephant man liked to stay at home and enjoy the flattery from the reporters he arranged. So he let him do it, and it had nothing to do with Hawthorne.

He didn't care about the noise Sharma made, as long as it didn't disturb him.

But unfortunately, this wish was not fulfilled. Soon, Sharma came over, holding a glass of wine, and expressed his gratitude and respect to the people at their table.

He behaved very politely at this moment, and in front of so many reporters, Hawthorne could not refuse, so he stood up, clinked glasses with him, said some polite words, and then watched him leave.

Afterwards, Hawthorne chatted with Moen for a while. It was already late. No matter how lively the celebration party was, it would eventually end. Everyone who had been satisfied returned to their rooms and prepared to rest.

That night, Hawthorne did not run around anymore. He and An Nuo took a simple bath in their room. He had a wonderful time in the bath, and after rinsing himself clean, he fell asleep.

The next day, morning.

This day was another rare free moment, and Hawthorne had planned to relax a little, but he found that Kasa was racking her brains to sneak out.

So he stopped the girl and questioned her, only to find out that the girl could not suppress her curiosity and planned to enjoy the local food on the streets of Washe Port.

Knowing that the girl was very obsessed and worried about her wandering around the city alone, Hawthorne had no choice but to call Annuo, dress up a little to cover her face, and then take the elf girl out of the camp and come to the streets of Nawash Port.

Because of this celebration banquet, many reporters came to Nawashe Port for interviews and research. Although everyone generally has some disdain for the sanitary conditions in Borneo, there are always some who are willing to try boldly.

Objectively, this makes the city more lively and prosperous.

Kassa opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked around, looking for possible delicious food, but was soon discouraged by the horrible sanitary conditions.

An Nuo walked among the crowd, smelling the strange food odors around him. He felt very uneasy and kept thinking about going back quickly.

Hawthorne could still bear it, but suddenly, when he passed by a newspaper vendor, he seemed to see his own photo out of the corner of his eye.

"Ok?"

He frowned, suddenly realizing something was wrong, and then went over and said to the newspaper vendor, "Newspapers, one copy of each."

The vendor was immediately delighted and picked one of each and handed it to him. Hawthorne took it and took a look, and found that at the celebration banquet last night, quite a few reporters had secretly included him in the camera!

However, the composition of the picture is very interesting. Most of the picture is occupied by Sharma's tall figure, wearing gorgeous clothes and surrounded by a group of reporters, looking like a god.

Hawthorne is huddled in a corner at the edge of the picture, eating alone, as if he has been abandoned by the times and no one cares about him!

Although there was no mention of him in the newspaper, which was all praising Sharma's determination, Hawthorne's appearance was very easy to recognize. Both his appearance and his white hair made him highly recognizable among the people of Bharat!

Chapter 727 Hanni's Action

At least, quite a few of the people who bought newspapers around recognized Hawthorne in the picture. While reading the newspapers, they whispered to each other: "Look, isn't that Nigel Hawthorne in the corner?"

"Yeah, wasn't every meritorious person interviewed yesterday? Why does no one seem to be paying attention to him?"

"I think all his fame was bought with his own money. Now that he has no money left, no one will care about him anymore!"

"That's right. Who is Monbot? I never told him. I just saved the life of an unknown demon. Is it worth bragging about it so much..."

Everyone was talking about it, and the content of the conversation became more and more unpleasant. Hawthorne suppressed the fire in his heart and flipped through a few more newspapers, and found that the compositions of each one were similar: he huddled in a corner, surrounded by the cold and deserted, which was in sharp contrast to the noisy crowd around Sharma, like a clown, setting off his greatness!

There was even a newspaper

The publication included a photo of him clinking glasses with Sharma, as well as several photos of Sharma clinking glasses with other people, with the caption "General Sharma drinks with guests."

However, while the pictures of others were taken from normal angles, his was the only one that was taken from a special angle, making it look as if he was groveling before Sharma!

This was a malicious shot from a deliberately chosen angle. He had been dining far away from Sharma before, and this guy only walked to his area very rarely. Normally, it was impossible for the two of them to be photographed together!

And at that time, I was trying to persuade Morn, the young vampire, not to underestimate himself. But all these photographers deliberately concealed Morn's existence, leaving only the image of him alone!