People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 573 What a coincidence, Sarkaz also thinks so

In the dark sewer, Qi Yan had a gloomy face and used the Originium flashlight given by Horn to shine the light from bottom to top on his face.

His face, illuminated by the light and with his gloomy expression, looked uncertainly bright and dark, and somewhat eerie.

"Legend has it that in the sewers of Londinium, there roams a restless ghost..."

"roll!"

Before Qi Yan finished telling the ghost story, Mandela coldly spat out cruel words.

"Tsk, I find that you little cat is getting more and more demanding." Qi Yan put down the flashlight and said unhappily, "You dare to bother me, believe it or not, I will strip you naked and hang you up and pluck out your tail hair right now?"

"Well, this threat is much scarier than your cheesy horror story."

Mandela commented unhappily.

Qi Yan groaned and said dissatisfiedly: "You are such a boring girl. In such a dark place, a man and a woman are alone, they should tell some horror stories, and then the little girl will be scared and throw herself into the boy's arms and act coquettishly for comfort."

"I didn't expect that you actually like to read those cheesy romance stories." Mandela was surprised.

"My interests are very broad. In addition to romance stories, I also read stories with heroines as the main characters." Qi Yan was a little excited.

Mandela:?

"What is a heroine story?" She was interested. "Is it a story about a great woman like the leader?"

"Not."

Qi Yan smiled and moved closer to Mandela, explaining, "It's about swapping the roles of men and women in the story, for example...

Oh, I'm so scared now, cat, save me!"

As he spoke, Qi Yan jumped like a vicious dog, jumped into Mandela's arms and rubbed her chin wildly with his head.

"Have you had enough of your *Victoria swearing*?"

Mandela was so angry that he exploded on the spot, threw Qi Yan to the ground, and turned away.

She really couldn't understand why Qi Yan, who had such a hateful personality, could possess enviable power and cooperate with the leader she most respected.

Qi Yan chased after him with a smile, following behind Mandela:

"You little cat, you're always bitter and resentful. Why bother? Can't you be a little more sunny?"

"If you had experienced the life of the Tara people, you would probably be even angrier than me." Mandela said dissatisfiedly, "You have never experienced anything, so don't point fingers in front of me. I don't have the power like you, but I will continue to help the Tara people find their future.

After the 'spy' is rescued, I will immediately take him to the leader to report the news of Londinium, so that the leader can definitely deal with the Sarkaz and lead the Tara people to become the masters of Victoria."

"Then the Tara people came to power, and the original residents of Victoria became the next 'Tara people', and met their leader many years later, and overthrew everything again?"

Qi Yan smiled and said sarcastically, "If this continues, you Tara people might as well unite with the Sarkaz. Both groups feel that they are the ones being discriminated against and enslaved anyway."

"Don't compare us Tara people with those dirty demon guys!"

Mandela was provoked by Qi Yan's words and immediately became anxious: "Those demons are just a group of invaders who robbed our homeland. They should rot in the wilderness and die in an empty corner!"

"Coincidentally, Sarkaz also thinks so."

"?"

Mandela obviously couldn't understand the meaning of Qi Yan's words.

But before she could ask, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the front.

Qi Yan raised his hand and pulled her to hide in the shadows aside, then raised his hand to cover her mouth as she tried to speak.

A small team hurriedly passed by the two's sight. They were not Sarkaz, but a group of Victorians. However, they were not wearing the uniforms of the city defense forces and were obviously just ordinary residents.

"Hurry up, the Sarkaz will react soon. We must bring these supplies back safely before they come looking for us."

"That god named Qi Yan was really helpful. It would be even better if he could just get rid of the Sarkaz directly."

"We still don't know whether Qi Yan is a friend or an enemy. Don't put all your hopes on him. The only ones who can save Victoria are us, the Self-Rescue Army..."

The group of people walked in a hurry and didn't notice that there were two people hiding in the shadows.

Qi Yan didn't let go of Mandela's mouth until they were far away.

"Bah!"

Mandela spat into the air twice and complained, "I really don't understand. With your strength, you can easily sweep through Londinium. Why do you have to hide?

We even have to drill these passages underground. The map in our hands depicts the terrain on the ground, but now it has become a piece of waste paper. After going around in circles for several times, I can hardly lose my direction.

You are totally wasting your time!"

"It's okay. I'm immortal, so I can just waste it." Qi Yan said indifferently.

"You..." Mandela was so angry that she couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry, I'm actually helping you, my little cat." Qi Yan smiled and stroked Mandela's hair. "Who do you think can be called a hero among all the cadres in Shenchi?"

"Again?!"

Mandela slapped Qi Yan's hand away and said, "I am not like those demons. I will always stand on the side of the leader. Only the leader can lead us Tara people!"

"Maybe, she can lead the Tara people to victory in the war, but that's all." Qi Yanrui commented.

"Isn't it enough to win the war? What else do you want?" Mandela was puzzled.

Qi Yan curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"My little rabbit is still the cutest. You, the cat, are too stupid. You don't know how to think and draw inferences.

Never mind, keep moving forward, the future will tell you the answer. "

"It's so nagging."

Mandela muttered something and turned his head to continue identifying the direction.

……

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The Western Hall of the Holy King Society.

Tracy was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, with his eyes closed, still in a coma.

Manfred silently watched over the Sarkaz regent in front of him with a gloomy look on his face.

He had also stayed by Tracy's side before, watching the regent take a nap with his eyes closed, but even when resting, the regent would exude an awe-inspiring aura.

But at this time, Tracy was very weak.

Manfred was so weak that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing his rest.

In the room, Theresa quietly observed Theresis's situation. She turned her head to look at Manfred and said softly:

"The three great lords of the royal court have arrived outside the hall."

"I will go and receive them immediately." Manfred collected his thoughts and responded respectfully.

"No, I mean, I'll go meet them." Theresa turned and walked out the door. "You take good care of Theresis here."

"Yes."

Manfred again complied.

After Theresa left, he turned to look at Theresis on the bed.

"cough……"

Under his gaze, Tracy suddenly coughed lightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Highness, you are awake." Manfred stepped forward quickly, "Please don't move, your injuries are very serious."

"I know."

Tresis spoke with difficulty: "Wang Ting, are we there yet?"

"They are waiting outside the lobby. Her Highness Theresa has gone to meet them," Manfred replied.

"Theresa, there are still many things that need to be taken care of."

Tresis had great difficulty speaking, and he broke his words into pieces: "Wang Ting, help me pass on the mission. The war must be controlled by the Sarkaz..."