People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 652: Feste, a Victorian specialty wood



Chapter 652: Feste, a Victorian specialty wood

Klovicia bit her lip and, after her initial panic, quickly calmed herself down.

"Go and ask the doctor about this matter immediately. I will arrange for other people to take action."

Clovisia walked quickly to the door: “Even if the Duke’s Mansion has been exposed, Qi Yan is still here, and Sarkaz dare not move.

We have to race against time, this is a race against the Sarkaz!"

"I understand!"

The self-rescue army soldiers did not dare to delay and quickly turned around and ran out.

Clovisia walked alone in the corridor towards the room where Fester was.

Her brows gradually furrowed, and she muttered in a low voice:

"According to the current situation, it is indeed most advantageous to move out of the city, but do I really have to follow him out of the city?

What are you planning, Doctor?"

Before she reached Fester's room, Fester himself hurried over from the other end of the corridor.

"Commander, I just received a message from the doctor. Qi Yan's problem of not following orders has appeared. He has revealed the information that the Self-Rescue Army is hiding in the Duke's Mansion."

Fester said urgently: "My suggestion is to take advantage of the opportunity when Qi Yan is still here to shock the Sarkaz and leave Londinium through the underground structure."

Klovicia nodded: “I was just about to talk to you about this.

You will be in charge of the evacuation of the Self-rescue Army, and I will be responsible for protecting the informants in the city."

"I'd better go." Fester said worriedly, "You are the commander, and there must be no accidents. We will need you to continue organizing the self-rescue army in Brentwood Town."

"Fester, no one is allowed to have accidents."

Although Clovisia is young, she has a natural sense of oppression when she frowns and scolds people.

She stared at Fester and said seriously:

"I am the commander, so I cannot allow myself to pass on dangerous tasks to others.

You leave the city first, cooperate well with Rhodes Island outside the city, and listen to the doctor's advice. "

"Hey, why do you sound like..."

"Say something nice!"

Seeing that Fester's words were getting more and more outrageous, Clovisia finally couldn't hold it anymore and revealed a bit of her girlish stubbornness.

Fester shrank his neck and smiled bitterly:

"You're not saying that too scary, but the problem is that the doctor has to go to the Norbert District first before leaving the city."

"An excellent commander is not limited to the small piece of land in front of him." Clovisia spoke highly of the doctor. "With the doctor's ability, his layout is definitely beyond the limits of your and my imagination. Of course...

He also needs some cooperation. Remember to mobilize the best intelligence officers in the Self-rescue Army to follow the doctor into the Norbert District."

"Intelligence officer...Does the Self-Defense Army have such a valuable talent?"

"..."

Clovisia suddenly looked annoyed.

She used to have all kinds of troops under her command, especially the intelligence troops, so she had never experienced the feeling of poverty of having no one to help.

It was the first time that they fought such a poor war. As the battle line unfolded, Clovisia finally felt a little stretched.

"Anyway, the plan remains unchanged. The Self-Rescue Army will go to Brentwood Town first." Clovisia said with a stern face, "Fester, you should slowly get used to being in charge of the situation."

"Me?" Fester was stunned.

"Do you just want to be a team leader for the rest of your life?" Klovicia asked.

"...If possible, I hope that after the war, I can go back to being a worker."

"..."

Clovisia was once again speechless by Fester.

She lowered her head and scratched her hair.

Just when Fester thought that this little adult-like girl was going to say something again, he suddenly heard an unexpected word.

"Feel sorry."

"Ah?" Fester asked in confusion.

"I'm sorry, there's something wrong with my thinking."

Clovisia raised her head again: "This fellow, Doctor, has deliberately tested me several times in a row, which made me unconsciously want to compete with him, but this is really not my intention...

Maybe I haven’t even realized that deep down I actually have a condescending attitude.”

"What on earth are you talking about?" Feste was becoming increasingly confused.

He always felt that Clovisia was a little strange today.

After a moment of silence, Fester suddenly took a half step back and put his hand on the wrench at his waist.

Clovisia:?

"Hey, you shapeshifter!" Fester shouted.

Clovisia's eyes gradually widened, and then her face turned red with anger.

"Fester, you idiot!"

Klovishia screamed and stamped her feet angrily, "If I were a shapeshifter, why would I waste my time talking to you? I would have taken advantage of the fact that no one is around to get rid of you, and then disguised myself as you to go find Lolo!"

This time it was Fester's turn to be confused:

"I can understand getting rid of me and disguising yourself as me, but why go find Luo Luo?"

Clovisia: "..."

"Brickhead, live with your wrench for the rest of your life!"

Clovisia said this and turned away, leaving Fester standing there in confusion. He scratched his head with the wrench, then reacted and immediately and carefully wiped the wrench on his clothes twice and put it back into the tool bag on his waist.

After putting away his precious wrench, Fester thought calmly for a moment and turned to look for the doctor.

When he found the Doctor in the living room of the villa, he discovered that the Doctor and Qi Yan were holding a one-eyed Sarkaz man on either side of the sofa and talking about something.

Fester was no stranger to the one-eyed Sarkaz man.

In the Self-rescue Army's previous operations, they encountered the leader of the Sarkaz mercenaries more than once, and each time the Self-rescue Army was put into a huge crisis.

Until this moment, Fester still felt a sense of unreality when he thought of this undercover agent who was actually planted by Rhodes Island in the Sarkaz camp.

The three people who were talking also noticed Fester and stopped talking at the same time.

Fester stopped immediately:

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. I just have something I want to discuss with the doctor. If it's not convenient for you now, I'll come back later."

Qi Yan laughed with evil humor:

"If the doctor is available, would it be strange for you to come and discuss this with him?"

Fester suddenly felt that he had smelled something.

The doctor punched Qi Yan and said, "If you don't have a life, go and bite W's broadsword mine. Don't be disgusting here."

After finishing his words, the doctor turned around and waved to Fester:

"What we are talking about happens to be related to the Self-Rescue Army. You can come over and give us some advice."

"What are you talking about?" Fester walked over and sat next to the three of them.

"About how we can communicate after we split up." The doctor leaned back on the sofa, folded his arms and said, "Although Krusil's communicator supports long-distance communication, the battlefield environment is too complicated, and it is likely that it will not be used at a critical moment.

So we need some simple but useful communication methods.”

"You mean the job of intelligence officer?" Fester smiled bitterly. "I just talked about this with the commander, but unfortunately, most of the self-rescue army are civilians from Londinium, and no one is qualified for this task."

The doctor chuckled and said, "I expected this, so I found Hedley. I heard W mention a senior intelligence officer."

"Ines is indeed qualified for this job, and she is currently in the city. I will contact her as soon as possible." Hedley agreed readily.

"Wait, I have objections!"

Qi Yan suddenly raised his hand to interrupt: "Hedley, this is not how Ines is used!"

Hedley:?

Fester: ? ?

PhD:??!

(late)


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