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Open the tent and walk into the quiet space, the noise of walking and discussing outside suddenly became much quieter.

I took off all the silver armor I usually wear. After all, the damage was very serious. Even if it looks like it can be worn on the body, the defensive effect is almost zero in essence, so it is better to take it off in exchange for lighter movement.

Tapping.

Picking up the giant sword on his back, he quickly moved to the only hospital bed in the tent.

"Lord Dun?"

Originally, he only wanted to check the injury status quietly, but the wounded on the hospital bed opened his eyes earlier, and the bright green eyes looked straight at the person who was walking.

"You should go on sleeping."

"no."

"Your body needs to rest."

Feng Ao's body was covered with very rough, almost pure and large-scale rags, and the bed was also a very crude product.

Due to the topic of "Holy Sword", Kingdom of Sword and Kingdom of Magic entered into urgent discussions for the second half, and all available manpower went into the search mission. There was almost no extra manpower to send Feng Ao back to the Kingdom of Sword. Throw it away in a corner like a waste product.

"I, can't rest yet."

"You need it, you need a break right now."

I was about to say something like "You can only rest", but immediately realized the cruelty of this sentence, and I still retracted this sentence in my throat.

Giving up on continuing to entangle with Dun, Feng Ao changed the subject.

"...Why is Lord Dun here?"

"The leader and the head of the Feng family are discussing the follow-up. In order to be able to quickly execute the next task, I must be on standby at any time."

"What about your command job?"

"Besides me, there are excellent rulers who can command."

"Really? I thought everyone would be too scared to do anything."

"I was surprised too."

"Oh?"

"Because of the appearance of the holy sword, everyone seems to have hope rekindled from despair, and the demoralized morale is rekindled and they believe that peace can be ushered in."

"Is Lord Dunn too?"

After being silent for a while, he nodded vigorously.

Even Dun himself found it inconceivable, obviously he only knew about the appearance of the holy sword verbally, and he hadn't even confirmed it with his eyes, but he was inexplicably inspired by some invisible substance, and his originally empty and dark heart suddenly disappeared. It is quickly filled, as if it can raise the giant sword again at any time to fight.

"Rekindle hope for mankind again, maybe this is the power of the holy sword?"

What Fuao said suddenly surprised Ton.

"The power of the holy sword?"

It was supposed to be about to die of pain even shaking slightly, but Fuuu still stretched out his right hand from the rag covering his body, the pain from his back made Fuuu wail, but he still insisted on raising his right hand.

"I know the condition of my body better than anyone else, and now I am just a waste."

"It's too arbitrary to say that."

"If it is the paulownia tree sword, then there is still a chance to restore it, but that sword, I have no chance to use it again."

"These are just unknowns, and there are still opportunities."

Ignoring the paused words, Feng Ao continued to speak.

"When I was still conscious, I actually discovered that it was not the weapon I knew."

"..."

"Evidently knowing that I am hopeless, even the only divine sword of salvation cannot be used for healing, and I am sure that there is no future, but now I can still say these words calmly full of confidence and hope. Maybe this is the power of the holy sword?"

"maybe."

"Think about it carefully, why did the Tongyeshu Excalibur suddenly change?"

"I don't know."

"Perhaps because the divine sword contained the idea that 'people subconsciously recognize it as a representative of justice', it automatically became a holy sword."

Such words made Dun change from a simple frown to a pensive look with deep frown.

Faintly felt something strange about Feng Ao.

At least under the identity of the intelligence family, there shouldn't be such unfounded and ambiguous speculations.

Or, Feng Ao concealed some kind of information.

"But this is not right. Its ability shouldn't disappear...Maybe, because I know the truth and think that my thoughts are confused, I am not qualified to use it?"

"..."

"It's because I know everything...that's why I can't be recognized, it's because I know everything, it's waiting for me to cut off all the "nostalgia"."

I really want to continue observing and listening, but such words are enough to "inform the leader who is in a meeting as important information".

A hoarse voice interrupted Feng Ao.

"Empirifou, I want you to tell me all the information you know, and I will report it to the leader of Bupo."

Deliberately adopting the full name, using extremely serious and serious vocabulary, almost equal to the tone of "command" to request so.

Faced with such a sudden pause, Feng Ao smiled abnormally and shook his head weakly.

"I can't... because I'm not allowed, at least in front of Mr. Dun, I can't speak."

Not the serious "Lord Dun" but the more intimate tone of "Mr. Dun".

In just a few seconds, it seemed that the Feng Ao in front of him seemed to be a different person.

Fortunately, Dun shook his head vigorously to clear away the illusion, and concentrated on reality.

"This is not an emotional issue, but necessary information. You should be very clear that as long as there is any useful information, it will greatly affect the outcome of this jihad."

"Then I don't need to tell."

"what?"

"This truth will shake some people's resolve, so it's better not to say it."

"This tone, the meaning of this sentence, Ms. Fengao, are you trying to say that Sitnojashi is not the devil king, but we represent evil?"

"No, he has done many things that will never be erased. He has done exactly what a demon king should do. He is a heinous criminal."

"That's right, but your tone just now didn't mean that at all."

"Mr. Ton is really strict."

"Tell me everything you know."

"If it's not information useful for victory, then I don't need to speak."

"It's not up to you to judge but everyone."

"I'm an agent representative of an intelligence family. Don't you even believe my judgment? Mr. Dun, is the reason why you desire information so much for the Kingdom of Sword...or for yourself?"

The unexpected words made him subconsciously tense up, and he took a deep breath.

"Of course it is for the Kingdom of Swords."

"Then you shouldn't continue to ask for the sake of victory... Or, until now, you still hold contradictory thoughts that you can save Sitno Jaish?"

"What are you... talking about?"

"Both the leader and I can see Mr. Dun's inner struggle. I don't know what the leader Bupo thinks, but I admire Mr. Dun very much."

"I've heard that sentence before."

"I've always thought this way until now, any setbacks or anyone's words will not shake Mr. Dun's most basic philosophy... But if Mr. Dun has no power, nothing can be saved. This is also a fact."

Click.

The sound of fingertips rubbing against the giant sword was heard clearly in Dun's ears.

At this time, Dun found himself standing up unconsciously, holding the giant sword tightly with his right hand, and grasping the blade of the giant sword with his left hand desperately, as if he was desperately grasping to find a point of peace of mind.

"I also know this very well. If there is no power, no matter what the idea is, it will not be realized."

"If you want others to understand you, if you want others to accept your ideas, power is the quickest answer, although it seems rough."

"I've been convinced of this from before to now... The reason why I lost to him is very simple."

Click.

Fingertips pressed hard on the giant sword.

"It's just simple, I'm too weak."

Warm fingertips lightly touched Dun's hand.

"Mr. Dun, your current strength is already comparable to Dragon Swordsman, no, maybe even stronger."

"Not enough...not enough."

"Maybe Mr. Dunn can try and entrust this concept to his partners to act together."

"what?"

"I rely more on my friends around me."

Dun took a deep breath and put the giant sword back on his back. Although the powerlessness continued to erode his body and mind, Dun still calmly put Feng'ao's hand back on the bed.

"I've already done it. I fought against him with Dragon Swordsman and the others, but it still failed."

"I'm not referring to purely combat partners, but spiritual and faith partners."

"...It's impossible."

"why?"

"That guy, who would want to be the current Demon King...it's already impossible."

Dun's expression didn't change at all, but the content of his words betrayed the rigid expression.

"Mr. Dun, you are not born to be a liar... Your relatives and friends have been hurt because of the devil, and the whole world is talking badly and criticizing the devil, but you still insist on your own ideas. You are really as stubborn as a stone."

He exhaled with a "huh", squeezed out a smile from his cheeks that were twitching from time to time because of the pain, and looked at him.

"Mr. Don, what is the general content of the discussion about the current leaders?"

"...You should rest well instead of asking all the time."

"I can't sleep well with my back injury, so it's better to find someone to chat with."

I saw that I closed my eyes suddenly and fell into deep thought, and finally opened my mouth with a helpless sigh.

"The main thing is who will draw the holy sword and whether the magician can use it."

"Whether a special existence like the holy sword can even comply with the general rules is indeed difficult to determine even this point, but the leader of Bupo is refusing it?"

"Yes."

Since it is a holy sword, it must be one of the products of the kingdom of swords. This is a principle that has not changed for thousands of years. Even if a magician really wants to try it, I believe that if it is not broken, it must be tried first by yourself or the trusted subordinates around you. .

As if the scene in the meeting had clearly come to mind, Feng Ao murmured.

"As expected, everyone only thought about the follow-up but did not think deeply about the reasons why it appeared."

"Miss Fengao?"

Dun's doubtful attitude made Feng Ao brush away the redundant thoughts in his head, and returned to the topic with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Don't you want to try?"

"That kind of thing—"

It doesn't matter at all.

Before blurting out this sentence naturally, Dun is still very clear about his position and identity, such words cannot be blurted out casually.

"As long as there is an order, I can risk my life at any time."

"Whether it will cause dragons to encircle and suppress after pulling out the divine sword is indeed a very likely need to risk your life."

"..."

For Feng Ao's conjecture, Dun didn't give any unnecessary explanations. In fact, this is indeed very possible.

What Lingdun was concerned about was that the order of Fengao's speculation was obviously different.

The pointing part is risking your life, going to pull up the holy sword, and you may be taken for life, soul or any spiritual thing because you are not qualified.

According to reason, the first thing that comes to mind when contacting the holy sword is the question of "whether you are qualified", but Feng Ao automatically skips this question and directly jumps to the question of whether the dragons are besieged or not - such an answering method, as if he already knew it from the beginning Who or who has the qualifications to pull out the holy sword.

Boom, boom, boom...

Anxious footsteps came from outside. Although there were many similar sounds just now, this time it was obviously louder than before, and there were more people seen through the tent than before.

"I'm going to check the situation."

"Mr. Ton."

"If there is anything else, I will send someone to pass the message."

"If you hear that Sitnoje is going to attack the holy sword, please take me with you before you go."

"what?"

He looked at Feng Ao behind him in puzzlement.

The original smile completely disappeared, and the dignified and serious expression was full of firmness, and no joke or neglect was allowed to take this sentence away.

"..."

"..."

Tread, tread, tread...

There was the sound of anxious footsteps again, Feng Ao looked away without answering, and walked out of the tent quickly.

"Please, Mr. Ton."