It's really a wave that has not yet settled and has started again.

Sivi, of the New Green Prairie, lay idle on the soft lawn, watching his new student's meditation.

Although there is still a lot of time before the fifteen-day period, the students in the academy have already mastered the use of magic weapons. In addition, this period has indeed been a turbulent time, so he can only seize the time to let Gene quickly gain sufficient strength, and join hands with the Centaur tribe to solve the matter here and complete the purpose of this trip as soon as possible.

God knows when the devil king on the vampire princess will appear. If I am entangled by the affairs over there and some moths appear here, then these few days will be in vain.

"Mr. Adrick."

Just as Sivi was conceiving the future plan and yawned boredly, in the straw shed in another corner of the Iron Hoof Tribe, the centaur chief Verlarente, and the representatives of the other centaur tribes gathered together again.

"Dear Chief Viller Larent, although our Firrosan tribe respects you and your opinions, IMHO, we don't have that much time to waste that human being. According to the intelligence we have obtained by our fellow countrymen, the number of goblins is not only increasing at an astonishing rate, but their populations are also beginning to diversify. There is even information that goblins are already trying to tame rhinoceros."

The centaur on the left hand of Viller Larent said with a solemn look on his face.

Rhinoceros horned beast is a herbivorous animal, three meters long and weighing four tons. If it is not considered the occasionally sub-dragon species, it is already one of the largest creatures on the New Green Grassland.

They have thick skin and hard horns. Although they start at a slow speed, once they run, they are like tanks and can easily level anything on the grassland.

Even Dixinglong would not be willing to play a collision with a group of rhinoceros horned beasts...

"I think the compatriots in the Firal Root Tribe are too worried. Although the rhinoceros horned beasts are usually gentle, they are not so easy to tame even for the grassland elves who claim to be sons of nature, let alone those goblins."

Viller Larent shook his head, sniffed and comforted.

"A month ago, we also thought it was impossible to have more than 10,000 goblin communities. But now the number of goblins gathered has definitely exceeded 100,000. These guys who eat everything are more greedy than rodents have caused great damage to the surrounding grasslands." The centaur from the Firal Root tribe disagreed with this: "The Chief should also know very well, if the rhinoceros horned beast is really successful in being tamed by the goblin, it will be a huge threat to us!"

"But I promised Mr. Adrick that I would give him fifteen days..."

Viller Larent was also a little shaken, but he was a straightforward person and still resisted the violation of the agreement: "Under the gaze of the God of the Grassland, my glory as a warrior will not allow me to do something to go against my word."

"Hmph, if that human being was really teaching Gene's magic seriously, I wouldn't say anything, but every time I pass by, I always see him leisurely. If you didn't say that you killed hundreds of goblins, I would have thought he was a spy who was deliberately sent by the Goblins to delay our clan."

As soon as the messenger of the Firal Root tribe spoke, other centaurs who also did not look down on humans also agreed. They had previously reluctantly agreed to the fifteen-day agreement due to the majesty of Virlarent. After a few days of idleness in the camp, their patience was about to be worn out.

This group of guys who are not interested in magic naturally would not know that the progress of general magic learning has to be discussed in the years, and even geniuses have to be discussed in the month... Those who calculate the speed of progress based on the sky like Xiwei are already the result of his cheating against the sky and a little bit of squeezing to help grow.

"Besides, although you promised to give him fifteen days, you only said that you gave him time and did not make any specific agreement with him, right? In that case, even if we attack, it would have nothing to do with him, right?"

I have to say that the centaur from the Firal Grove tribe is a centaur, a sloppy race with few minds and a very slick guy who quickly came up with this fallacy.

‘Give Sivi fifteen days. If it works, promote magic to annihilate the Goblin’. This statement clearly means that Virlarent does not attack and retains enough vitality. Otherwise, when the centaur dies, he will promote a yarn...

Now he understands it directly from the literal point of view and ignores the well-known meaning.

After a long time of thought, Virlarent raised his head and agreed to their attack plan.

So without Xiwei's knowledge, the Centaur tribe's plan to commit suicide began.

——Brunei City—

Five little guys crowded in the small hotel room and looked at each other.

"What do you think?" Alisa asked first.

"That hood is strange."

To everyone's surprise, the first one to make a sound was Tio.

"Although I also think that pope is a little strange...but is it too much to just call someone a hood..."

Alice said with a dry smile while making tea for everyone.

"Miss Teo, that's not a hood." Juno Daisy said seriously: "That's a practice turban that I specially brought with me to express the meaning of 'my thoughts are as white as snow'!"

"I think this kind of thing is fine..." Alice complained softly.

"Oh." Teo nodded and continued to say in a voice that lacked tone: "That turban bastard is strange."

"It's getting even more excessive!" Alice, who became a complaining officer, continued to complain.

"I don't like that guy." Teo frowned: "He felt an annoying."

Her words made Alyssa ponder.

Many times, Teo is like a child or some animal. He can instinctively detect the kindness and malice of others.

Although it cannot be said to be absolute, the people who make Teo feel annoyed are probably not good people.

"At that time, he did find me, but for some reason he didn't send someone to chase me."

Jon was wondering about something else: "If you are afraid of causing chaos, you can attack after we leave the crowd... I don't think that such a large church does not even have this little manpower."

"Maybe I feel that my current manpower is not able to win the confidence of a soul utensil?"

Juno Daisy made a conjecture.

"It is also possible that he feels there is a better way to capture us, such as poisoning or cursing." Jon also suspiciously.

"No way? No matter what, they are all a church? And judging from the Mass, it seems to be an affiliated religion recognized by the pure white church."

Alice said in disbelief with her eyes widened.

"Rather than guessing here," at this moment, Alyssa opened the window and looked at it again, "Why don't we ask me how it is?"

Seeing Jon's confused expression, Alyssa pointed out the window: "The early warning magic I set was touched. The pope himself came... and no other helpers have been found yet."

An interesting expression appeared on her face and stared at Jon.

The meaning of this kind of vision is very simple: the other party must have come for the soul tool, so Jon has to decide what to do.

How about it, are you running away or contacting him?

This multiple-choice question was directly placed in front of Jon.

"It's better to get in touch."

After thinking about it, Jon made a decision. He looked up at the four girls: "The soul utensils I met before, except for my wife and sister, basically started fighting without saying a few words. If you can get useful information here..."

"So do we need to avoid it?" Alice asked understandingly.

"No need." Jon replied with a wry smile: "Although it's not ambition to say that, I think I'll feel more at ease if you are there... And even if I avoid it now, Miss Juno will pull the conversation out of my mouth in the future, right?"

"Of course." Juno Daisy replied without hesitation.
Chapter completed!