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Chapter 428
The world war surrounding the city of Sussex continues.

As for that, it was tens of thousands of kilometers away in a certain large city below Birdman [-]nd Continent.

The lively and not elegant nobles are having a party.

In this resplendent large living room, elites of various races dressed in bright gowns gathered together. They basically used human appearance as a medium for social communication. Good for walking around on the occasion.

This is equivalent to the fact that we usually speak our respective dialects in our hometown, but we switch to Mandarin when we go to public social occasions.

The human form serves as the Mandarin.

In such a high-end venue, Curtis, who was dressed like a tight suit in a suit, was talking comfortably with people with a glass of red wine in his hand.

From time to time, some people came to say hello. If you look carefully, you will find that among the nobles who are communicating with each other, most of them will pay attention to the fat man intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, Curtis, the diplomat representing the dungeon and Eleanor, was the center of the party.

"Come on, Mr. Curtis, let me introduce to you that these are Mr. XXX and Ms. XXXX, as well as their close friends Miss XXXX and her lover Mr. XXXX. Next to them is Young Master XX of the XX family."

The birdman messenger introduced some local nobles and gentry who couldn't remember their names with a handsome young appearance.

Curtis, on the other hand, smiled and toasted each other one by one, while scanning everyone with mind reading skills.

This is a group of nobles with a very complicated relationship circle.

Forget about Mr. XXX, Miss XXXX and Master XX, it’s just a mess.

Curtis didn't just spend time with these grandchildren here, he had to follow the lord's order to spread the 'lost scarab'.

But the premise is that there must be a spy planted here by the sheep-headed monster in this venue. Otherwise, even if the sheep-headed monster does not receive it, it will be in vain.

Curtis had to make sure that when he released the information tonight, the goat-headed monster would receive it as soon as possible, because Vader said that time was urgent and he hoped that he could put the plan into action as soon as possible.

"Mr. Curtis, thanks to the immediate arrival of your reinforcements, those cities have been saved. I would like to offer you a toast."

The handsome bird messenger was chirping beside him with a bright face.

Curtis has scanned its heart, and if there is no accident, this guy will be the next speaker candidate, so he is particularly concerned about regaining lost ground.

But the fat man still found the problem, of course it was not the messenger in front of him, but the young master XX who had a good chat with him before, and now he turned to Miss XXXX who was whispering about him.

This noble young master has a golden olive haircut, and his suit looks good in a neat suit, but after Curtis scanned his inner thoughts, he inadvertently sighed:
'I thought you were just a walk-on, and it's quite a role if you don't want to. '

"Mr. Diplomat?"

The birdman messenger saw the fat man staring in a certain direction, and when he followed his gaze, he immediately called out, "Master XX, please come here."

The noble young master, who kept glancing in this direction, immediately greeted him excitedly with a red wine glass, "Hello, Mr. Curtis."

The fat man nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought you looked like a good friend of mine. Sorry, I seemed to have seen it wrong."

"Oh~~ I didn't expect that I could have such an honor, so may I ask your friend?"

"We have lost contact recently. This is the most troublesome thing." Curtis sighed pretentiously, and then said to the noble young master in front of him, "Actually, my good friend is the commander of a large mecha. Officer, we lost contact a few days ago, with that big mecha."

When the birdman messenger next to him heard this, he quickly asked: "Could the large mecha you mentioned be a scarab?"

"Scarab?!" Master XX couldn't help but whisper. He knew about this kind of giant equipment. Every time he celebrated the liberation of the city, he would pull a scarab and parade it outside the city.

Although people can't climb up to observe it carefully, just watching it from a distance is shocking.

It's simply breathtaking that there are forces in this world who can make such ingenious objects.

However, according to the meaning of this fat man, such a shocking weapon has lost contact?Lost?no?

"The scarab commanded by my friend disappeared while patrolling the northwest of Sykes City a few days ago. We also sent a large number of troops to search, but we couldn't find it, as if the world had evaporated. Same, do you think it’s strange?”

"Yes, it's very strange." Master XX couldn't help but nodded.

The envoy next to him said anxiously, "Your Excellency, does the lord know about this?"

"Of course my adults know, but there's nothing to fix it, so we can only look for it slowly."

"I hope I can find it as soon as possible." The envoy sighed. Compared with Curtis's indifferent expression, the birdman's envoy showed a lot of heart. Those who didn't know it might think that their big treasure was lost.

In fact, the birdman has seen the power of the scarab before, and if such a big killer is found by the enemy, take it back and copy it, then the war on this continent will never end.

"Your Excellency, can I ask you?" Master XX asked Curtis shyly,
"Ok?"

"Where was the last time you lost contact with the scarab?"

"The northwest plain of Sussex City."

"The plain is too big. Can you be more specific?"

"I think about what my adults said, it seems to be in a place called Gran Heights."

Around 8 am

On a desolate high ground, a huge mech like a hill was parked there.

Some engineering robots were busy back and forth around the big mecha.

There are also a large number of tauren marines holding rifles and guarding back and forth.

Overall, it looks like a scarab is lying on its nest, and the troops it carries come down to repair and protect.

At this moment, a large number of monster legions suddenly appeared around and rushed towards the anchored mecha - their leader obtained information from Curtis.

"Enemy attack! Open fire!"

Facing the rushing monster group: the surrounding marines yelled, and then defended with their rifles bang bang bang.

Although rows of blood mist exploded quickly, they still couldn't stop the opponent's crazy attack.

In the end, there was no way, all the personnel retreated to the interior of the scarab, and after killing round after round of monsters, they ran to the top apron, and finally left quickly in the transport plane.

"Everything is ready, let's sit down and enjoy it." Lott sat at the dining table and enjoyed breakfast while watching the monsters dragging the lying mecha back on the big screen.

(End of this chapter)