I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Guilongyuan Meiya put her hands on her hips and put on an arrogant expression as if she was invincible.

Bai Shi said unhappily: "I don't need you to give in."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Kaminagi Rin's heart had already floated to the sky, so close.

The sofa is originally designed for two people. If one more person sits on it, it will become crowded and the thighs and waists will inevitably touch each other.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Kannagi Rin muttered in his heart, but did not move his eyes to the space that was still a few centimeters wide.

"Ahhhhhh!" Guilongin Misae shouted fiercely, pressing her hands continuously.

Shiraishi hadn't played for a long time, and some of his skills were rusty. He was unable to beat Iori Yagami played by Kiryuin Miya. The word "KO" appeared on the screen.

"Haha, I won!"

Guilongyuan Meiya jumped up happily, stepped on the sofa with her bare feet, and said arrogantly: "Who else?"

Bai Shi showed a trace of helplessness on his face, turned his head and said: "Sorry, I lost too."

"It's ok."

Kaminagi Rin shook her head, with an exceptionally gentle smile on her face, like a ray of warm sunshine melting the fine snow in early spring.

"Well, another round." Bai Shi's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless, trying not to make an expression that would make people feel excited, and shifted his gaze back to the big screen.

……

After playing games for a while, the group had lunch and did not go out to the dungeon.

Bai Shi asked them to go back to their room for a nap.

The energy and spiritual pressure consumed by actual combat and training are different, so a nap is necessary to restore energy.

Only by giving your body a rest can you be more energetic to face challenges.

Shiraishi sat on the sofa, continuing to play King of Fighters, secretly practicing his moves, trying to regain the feel of the little prince of arcade games in the past.

He practiced for a while, and then noticed someone approaching. He was afraid that ringing the doorbell would disturb them from sleeping, so he raised his hand and waved, "Open the door."

The door opens automatically.

A tall figure appeared, about to ring the doorbell.

Jian Ju tied her hair into a high ponytail, wearing a punk-style outfit made of blood and skulls, with a knife hanging diagonally at her waist. She glanced at the TV with her purple cherry eyes and asked with a surprised expression, "You like to play this kind of game?"

"You're bored, how come you have time to come here?"

Bai Shi smiled and thought that the extraordinary people in the seventh realm should be very busy recently.

Jian Ju shrugged and said, "There is an emergency and we need to invite you to attend the round table meeting. Don't think the meeting is troublesome."

"Okay." Bai Shi exhaled, put down the game controller, stood up and followed her out, "Is there any emergency?"

"That's it. The original plan might have to change or something like that. Well, I'm not really sure."

Makihara wanted to fool people, but under Shiraishi's gaze, he had to admit that he didn't know much.

Her style of doing things is to focus on doing her own thing, and she doesn't care at all about how others are progressing or whether the overall situation is at a disadvantage.

Anyway, she has the advantage.

"You can't do this."

"It's not your turn to criticize me!" Jian Ju retorted, not wanting to be criticized by someone who was too idle to play games at home.

She had been running around, stirring up conflicts between the Western King and the Southern King, and clearing out the underground cities on the border, and she had never rested.

The two of them insulted each other and went out of the round table conference hall.

Bai Shi stepped forward, opened the door, bowed and said, "Ladies first."

"Hmph, you have good eyesight."

Jian Ju said this with a straight face, then burst into laughter, raised his hand and punched his chest, "You are not a British gentleman, why are you pretending."

“I have always been from a family of gentlemen.”

Bai Shi replied with a smile.

Jian Ju rolled his eyes at him and strode into the hall.

I'm afraid the word "gentleman" should be put in quotation marks.

……

As soon as he entered the hall, Jian Ju's smile faded. He couldn't lose face for Beichen Xin Dao Liu in such a formal occasion.

This is also the reason why Shiraishi doesn't like to participate in such meetings.

Everybody is too serious.

He felt a little uncomfortable with not being so serious.

Shiraishi closed the door and found that all the seats were arranged according to the first arrangement. Just like last time, everyone was sitting there in advance waiting for him to enter.

He walked to his empty seat and sat down.

George said into the microphone: “Now that everyone is here, let’s begin the second round table meeting.

This time we are mainly discussing whether or not to launch a surprise attack on the Western King's capital, Santana."

As he spoke, he pointed at the round table.

Silver light flowed on the surface, and a map of Shura Realm emerged in the center of the round table. The red dots were the remaining dungeons under the command of the Western King, and the blue dots were where Santana was.

The green dot is Noah's Ark.

“Our original plan was to provoke a fight between the King of the West and the King of the South, but the Immortal Seed’s thinking is different from ours.

The strategy adopted by the two kings was to defend the royal city and let the underground city outside fight back on its own."

When George talked about this, a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes. It must be said that this turtle tactic is indeed difficult to solve. "If we continue with the original plan, the enemy is likely to discover the location of the Ark."

"The day before yesterday and yesterday, Immortals came to search near the Ark. One of them saw through the disguise of our ship and was killed by the person in charge of alert at the time."

George continued, "We need to adjust our plan. My suggestion is to attack the royal city of Santana and execute a decapitation operation to take down the head of the Western King first."

"Why is it the Western King? Can't the Southern King be chosen?"

Some people expressed doubts about this proposal.

George patiently explained: "The Western King lost a duke, and his strength is a little weaker than the other kings."

"Correction."

Bai Shi did not remain silent any longer and said into the microphone: "The Western King lost two dukes."

Then what? Jian Ju muttered to himself, turned his head, looked at the person who stopped talking, and wanted to poke him with his eyes. His curiosity was aroused, so he asked him to tell him the specific process!

The extraordinary people from all countries looked at him, but Bai Shi remained silent.

There was a brief silence at the scene. Seeing that he did not continue to speak, George said, "Everyone has heard what Mr. Bai said. The overall strength of the West King is weaker than the other two kings. Does anyone else have any objection to the blitz attack on the Royal City?"

No one spoke.

George raised his hand and said, "Then let's vote now. Those who agree to use troops against the royal city, raise your hands."

Those who followed the FBI naturally raised their hands in agreement.

The other extraordinary people's eyes fell on the leader of the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre, the founder of Xuanmen, and the chairman of the Magic Council.

And their eyes turned to Bai Shi.

Everyone understands that if this guy doesn't nod, it will be difficult to conquer the royal city.

It’s not that they don’t have the ability to fight, but that the strongest one on their side doesn’t want to fight. So they have to reconsider a plan to ensure internal unity.

When Bai Shi saw them looking at him, he raised his right hand.

In an instant, hands were raised.

The plan to blitz the royal city was passed unanimously.

……

After confirming the new plan, the next step is to plan how to implement it.

Shiraishi had little interest in these things. He thought he had done what he was supposed to do, so he left the meeting early.

No one at the scene complained. The only Ninth Realm Transcendent was enough to make them shut up.

Jian Ju also had to be patient and listen to those people's nagging.

The so-called high-level meetings are actually no different from ordinary company meetings, except that the matters discussed are more advanced.

Those in a higher position will consider things more comprehensively.

"If we want to fight, we must understand Santana's terrain and collect relevant intelligence. If we rush into the royal city without knowing anything, we will most likely be wiped out."

"In my opinion, it is better to lure them to attack first, and then we can wait for them outside. This is worse than rushing in."

"If we can't form a crisscross situation with the enemies in the royal city, the enemy will have no scruples and can just use long-range concentrated fire attacks. Don't forget how terrifying the energy waves of monsters are."

All parties put forward their own opinions and views, eliminated those unfavorable factors, and finally came to the conclusion of attacking the royal city.

"Then everyone should recommend candidates who are good at infiltration and suitable for infiltration. At least they need to be extraordinary people of the seventh level."

George's words made Jianju look at Fujiwara Ryugen who was sitting across the empty seat.

He touched his nose, looking somewhat helpless, but still volunteered, "Count me in."

Chapter 279: Lightning Attack on the Royal City

The second round table meeting ended successfully, and the relevant results were notified to the idle extraordinary people in the form of meeting minutes.

They are stronger than those soldiers wearing powerful mechas and demonized. If they were in the game, they would be considered high-level cannon fodder.

The treatment in Noah's Ark is determined by your strength.

Most of them stay on the second and third floors, and only a few can stay on the first floor.

For example, Sakurai Yuzu, her strength has reached the seventh level, and she has the famous title of Yellow Springs Ferryman. After getting on the boat, she was placed on the first floor.

She seldom goes out to see people. Her long black hair falls on her shoulders and is so thick that it even covers her face.

Reports on external exploration are always left outside the door for others to take.

She should not have joined the expeditionary force as she was so afraid of socializing.

But salted fish also has the passion of salted fish. Occasionally, the thought of working hard to improve herself arises in her mind, driving her to join the expeditionary force.

When she really arrived in the Shura world, she felt a little regretful. Why was she so passionate?

Isn't it good to be salty?

But Noah's Ark has already reached the Shura Realm, and it is impossible for it to choose to return just because she wants to.

She could only accept her fate and stay here.

In order to avoid depleting his own piggy bank, he would occasionally go out to explore and exchange for daily necessities.

She counted her fingers every day, waiting for the day when supplies would run low and she would need to return to replenish.

Without the Internet, she is like a fish out of water, even breathing is difficult for her.

Life has lost its meaning.

Sakurai Yuzu lay on the sofa, looking sideways at the movie that had already been downloaded.

Ding-ling, the doorbell rang. She was so scared that she sat up quickly, but had no intention of opening the door.

"Ms. Sakurai, this is the record of the second round table meeting. In addition, please prepare yourself.

Noah's Ark is about to leave the Great Gobi Desert and head for the Western King's capital, Santana."

The man outside the door paused and said, "You have been selected as one of the candidates to investigate the royal city. Please be prepared to go out."

"What?!" Sakurai Yuzu was shocked. She was just a salted fish who occasionally felt unwilling to be a salted fish.

She quickly jumped off the sofa and ran forward, with her ear pressed against the door. When she heard the footsteps gradually fading away outside, she carefully opened the door and reached in to take the meeting minutes.

Bang, she slammed the door shut and flipped through the pages of records, where even the person who spoke was clearly indicated.

After reading it all, her face turned pale. Is it really necessary to play it so big?