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Sitting on the only wooden chair in the room, besides important information such as the casualties in the war, the situation, monsters that suddenly appeared from the Gathering Forest during the war, food, etc. latest news.

Under the heavy pressure of acting as an acting monarch on both shoulders, the primary goal is to review the relevant content of the war in detail and formulate a strategy for the next step.

However, the large amount of paper on the wooden table has not been touched for an hour since it was placed on the table, and it has been placed at the corner of the table, allowing the dust floating in the air to stick to the paper.

In Fengao's hands, he has been staring at an ordinary object of no value for viewing since just now, and has been watching it for at least an hour.

Those documents that should have been processed immediately have not been touched at all. Instead, Feng Ao has been stroking his sister gently with his fingertips since an hour ago. It is not even a semi-finished product, only the steel of the prototype of the long sword.

"Why do you keep staring at the scrap metal?"

Fumbling into the room a few seconds ago, opening the wooden door made a loud "dong" sound, but Feng Ao, who was nestled in the room, still did not turn his head, allowing the other party to gradually approach him.

The first sentence the other party said was a provocation that aroused Feng Ao's displeasure.

"What did you say?"

Feng Ao narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

A cloak covers the body, the bright red long hair slides down smoothly, the left hand tightly covers the mouth with a pure white towel, the nose is suspected to be used to wipe the blood stains from the corners of the mouth and chin, and the bright red eyes look like "why waste time watching garbage" little child.

Dried blood was printed on the white face and the edge of the cloak, and there were sticky and bright red shoe prints on the carpet under the soles of the long shoes.

For Feng Ao, these observed doubts are not the places that really arouse emotions, but the pure and natural words of the other party.

"Although the quality of this piece of steel seems to be good, but half of the production is not started. If the forging condition is still not maintained, then this piece of steel is just wasted. Uh, maybe it was scrap iron long ago?"

"This is not pure steel, it contains a lot of important value."

"Value? I don't quite understand number six. That piece of metal is just ordinary garbage, right?"

"Memory and the painstaking efforts in this piece of steel."

"Well, but this piece of steel should not be forged anymore, right? Doesn't that just mean that all the hard work of the craftsman who made this piece of steel was wasted? If this is the case, it has no value at all, right?"

"You won't understand."

Responding coldly to the petite intruder, Feng Ao stood up from the wooden chair, carefully pressed the piece of steel onto a pile of papers, and reached for the long sword that had been placed at the foot of the table.

"It's a weapon you prepared even though it's in your room?"

"There have been intruders in the past, and it is impossible to be unprepared."

"Haha, my sister came here last time and shocked you a lot. After so long, you are still so scared. That's how it is. It's no wonder there were so many guards when I came in from the roof."

"But it doesn't work for you."

Click.

Feng Ao calmly pulled out the long sword with a gleaming silver blade from the scabbard, pointing the tip at the enemy.

"I actually hate rough people, so can I trouble you to come with me without struggling?"

"As acting monarch, I will not go with you."

"Well, but then my mission will not be successful."

"go back."

Swinging the long sword vigorously and "drawing" in the air, Feng Ao kicked his toes and dived forward, without releasing water or hesitantly because of the opponent who looked like a child in front of him.

"In fact, I really want to play with you, sister, but I accidentally got lost in the house just now, and I seem to be a bit late for the appointment with others, so I have to use a faster method!"

After speaking quickly with a confident and calm tone, Feng Ao, who was moving fast, suddenly couldn't move and fell to the ground with a "boom", and the long sword in his hand fell to the carpet with Feng Ao .

"Phew, my sister is right. The effect of this pill is especially useful in confined spaces. Fortunately, this sister seems to be so angry that she didn't pay attention to it so smoothly... Hey."

Keeping the handkerchief covering his mouth, he grabbed Fuao's collar with his free left hand and carried it on his body. After a little run-up, he slammed into the glass window forcefully, ignoring the loud "clang" shattering sound and the possibility of breaking glass. He was not afraid of the danger of being cut, and he was not afraid of falling down with a satisfied smile on his own.

"I should catch up with time like this, right? Onee-sama, I have completed the mission!"

Boom!

Stepping on the ground with both feet blasted out a pothole that was at least half a meter deep. The soil rolled and destroyed all the weeds on the ground, rolling up a large cloud of dust that made it difficult to breathe smoothly.

The loud noise caused also put him in a situation of being surrounded all of a sudden.

"Yeah, although it's not very powerful, but the speed of gathering is fast, as expected of a family that is good at collecting information."

Ignoring the girl's leisurely words, the guards, whose numbers were at least in double digits, took long swords and ropes and gradually approached the petite intruder.

"I really want to have a good time with everyone, but I'm really sorry, the appointment time is almost up, so hello."

Throwing the covered handkerchief to the ground, taking a deep breath while enjoying the fresh air, he smiled innocently and straightforwardly.

Hold the free hand to Feng Ao's neck, and gradually exert force with the force visible to everyone around him, piercing Feng Ao's skin and slipping out a bright red liquid from inside.

"If you don't want your acting monarch's throat to be pierced by my nails, please give me a way to let me go now, okay?"