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A room in Sky City.

The spatial layout here is similar to the central control hub.

With the arrival of a girl in a light green wrap and tutu skirt, all the center consoles began to turn, shrink and fold.

Everything about mechanical technology seems to be slowly hidden with Celia's arrival.

The humanoid Rotus tentacles slowly left the mechanical button, and the tentacles curled and swayed unconsciously in the air.

Celia walked in slowly, and with a quick wave of her hand, she had a panoramic view of the meeting of the Warring States Period and others in the sky.

Looking at the master of the scattered powers of the planet gathered by the Warring States Period in the picture, Celia couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"It's better than expected..."

Beside, Rotes was silent.

With a girlish figure, it is always easy for people to overlook her apostle status.

Elves, a race born from the abundant energy of the world.

Perhaps because of this identity, human beings are always full of beauty and fantasies about elves.

The sharper the ears, the more the so-called cuteness exudes, and the easier it is for humans to fall.

Among all the apostles, the one closest to humans is Celia.

She used to be an elf, but she sacrificed her elf power in order to repair Mar's magic circle.

In the end, although the magic circle was repaired, all the beautiful elves in Arad disappeared overnight.

Only she and Socia were left in the family.

Rotus's tentacles continued to dance, and his thoughts flowed.

I am in Solaris, and the entire planet is covered by his spiritual imprint.

He has no so-called clansmen, and he is not interested in so-called fetters.

Celia's eyes gradually fell on the murloc adventurer in the picture.

She said:

"Did you inform the mermaid princess?"

"good."

"Aren't you afraid of revealing your identity?"

"It's okay, sooner or later."

"Well... that's right."

Both looked at the screen at the same time.

In the picture, Warring States has cold eyes and calm speech.

Down below, even those bastard kings were shocked by what Warring States said.

The intelligence and strength of Isaiah and Rotes, without a voice, they can also see what they agreed from the shape of their mouths.

The Warring States period was impassioned and eloquent, which directly moved countless adventurers on the spot.

Some people raised their hands and cried, screaming.

Some people wept bitterly, as if from heaven to hell.

Someone gritted his teeth and stared at Zhan Guo with a bad expression.

These two, Celia Rotes, just watched the show slowly.

Suddenly, Rotes looked at Celia and said:

"How did Mr. Fang Fan come up with the word commander-in-chief?"

The atmosphere was a little quiet, and Rotes suddenly took the initiative to break the silence.

This behavior made Celia look sideways.

She blinked, surprised.

"Rotes, you...you have really changed a lot."

The tentacles that Rotes swayed unconsciously were all stagnant.

"Is it?"

Celia said frankly: "In the past, as a wise man, you would never have cared about words like commander-in-chief, nor would you have cared that this was a suggestion put forward by Mr. Fang Fan, let alone break the silence on your own initiative."

"You always have a high-level plan, outline the key points, and you can see the eyebrows from the thousands of clues at a glance."

"So that the language becomes dry, deep and loses vitality in your hands."

"As a... wise man... I..."

Rotes repeated this sentence in a somewhat depressed tone.

He remembered the words he said to the adventurer when he was wiped out by the previous adventurer.

Such as "Adventurer, you are just a puppet of Herder," "You don't know what you are doing at all," "Ask me again, am I really wrong?"

"May I take your words as a compliment?"

Celia smiled sweetly: "Of course."

"Actually, from a rational standpoint, what I said is undoubtedly fine."

"The one with the problem is the adventurer."

"Most adventurers are emotional creatures. They are nostalgic, emotional, self-righteous, stubborn and determined."

"I think, on this point, whether it's this year or the last one, it's the same."

"Human reason always returns to normal after the emotional outburst is over."

"Before that, any attempt to reason with them would be futile and useless."

"I can't agree more."

"Yeah, and because of this, Herder can easily treat adventurers as tool people."

Celia rolled her eyes slightly: "What do you think is the difference between us and Herder?"

"We are not Herder."

"..."

Noticing that Rotes had become conservative in speaking, Celia smiled lightly and said:

"It is also the strong who dominate the weak. Our use is a gift and reward for them."

"Look, aren't they happy with it?"

Rotes added lightly:

"The development levels of the two forces are too large, and any thing exposed between the fingers of the upper force is a treasure for the lower force."

"What's more, they are indeed willing to cherish the treasure."

Celia looked at Rotes seriously and said, "Don't talk about this."

"You seem to get used to it more and more on the road of becoming an adventurer, so don't overcorrect."

"I share my experience with you."

"Don't you think, compared to the loftiness of the apostles, forgetting your own identity, taking risks with adventurers, experiencing setbacks and difficulties, is also a very happy day..."

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Rotes paused and said, "I don't think so."

Celia: "..."

Well, it's hard for you old man.

"You have to understand that although we are all apostles, the conditions for our birth are different from each other after all."

"You are an elf, and I am an octopus."

"Anton is Odin, Bacal is the dragon, Michelle is the saint, Di Ruiji is the virus, Sirocco is Qi, Casillas is the battle slave, Luke is the king, Prey is the master of the planet, Ozma is a magician..."

"Every apostle is different, and differences in life will inevitably lead to different opinions. Therefore, there is no need to be too demanding and agree with each other."

"That's true, after all, we are only united in Master Fang Fan's Blade of Vengeance."

After the words fell, neither of them spoke again.

"Don't you want to take a look at the situation with Lord Fang Fan?"

"No need, this meeting, Mr. Fang Fan should have a good time."

With a wave of Celia Su's hand, the picture rippled.

In the next second, the content displayed above showed that it was exactly the situation of Ghost Island in the New World.

The person in the painting is none other than the gas tank master—Prince Isabella.

She is happily using the big carp to leap over the waterfall, with the boundless joy of adventure on her face.

"It really... made her find the right position of Pluto."

"No problem."

"According to the wrecked Pluto ship in my hand, she alone can't activate Pluto even if she finds Pluto."

"Pluto claims that one shot can destroy an island. Such a powerful firepower unit must have a stable enough central control and a strong enough energy supply."

"If these two problems are not solved, it will be useless for her to find them."

Celia smiled and said: "However, if she is there, things seem to become more interesting..."

When talking, the scene happened to be the encounter between Isabella and the three disasters.

Not to mention the battle between Isabella and the Three Plagues.