Long Yun didn't give Hela a chance to continue to speak generously, and while she was enjoying herself, he kicked her in the ass.

"! Go back to your fantasy world, don't be wordy here, no one here listens to you! ”

Hela quickly disappeared under the hillside, and Long Yun stood on the hillside for a long time, but he had to admit that she had some sense.

Whatever! Isn't it the end of the world? What's more, now that the human government is so powerful and the technology is so advanced, if that day really comes, maybe the protagonist of Ragnarok this time should be humans.

Having thought of this, he finally found a little relief, and climbed slowly up the ridge, and now he had to climb over the hill and try his luck at the other end, hoping to find a village or a small town or something. There is not much time left, there are still more than ten hours to reach the resurrection time of Gam, if you can't get to Bamiyan, I'm afraid you will have to miss this opportunity, and your bet with the big butler of Ross will be a complete failure, not to mention rebuilding the ghost team, and even whether you can continue to stay in the canopy is a problem.

As long as he found something that could contact the Tianmu headquarters, Long Yun believed that with the efficiency of the Operations Department, he would soon send a detachment to pick him up.

As for the iceberg girl, after meeting her, it's a fact that she almost killed someone, a man, just be generous, and let her slap her twice to dissipate her anger, after all, she still saved everyone.

He felt good about himself and orchestrated everything in his fantasies, slowly walking down the hillside towards the darkness of the distance.

Habs Manor, Kent, England.

The old Habs's study was dim, and the LCD screen on the wall was a reflection of satellite imagery. Old Habs had been here for three hours, and for three hours, he had done nothing but play the satellite video from Skydome Operations' command over and over again.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Old Habs sighed, and without opening the door he could guess who was behind it.

"Mr. President." The figure of the butler Ross appeared behind the door, and he closed the door with his hand, and he walked to the desk with a solemn expression.

"Dear Rose, you don't have to be so reserved." The expression of the strange president is completely different, and he looked preoccupied just now, but now he immediately became a cynical old guy.

He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, reached for a bottle of single malt whiskey, took two more glasses back to the table, poured himself a glass, and poured another glass for Rose.

"Have a drink?" He looked at his loyal steward with a smile, in fact, Rose is also a member of the Rose family, one of the four major families of Moriah, but at the beginning of the establishment of the Presbyterian Church, the Rose family publicly declared its allegiance to the Habs family and swore to follow him, and this kind of relationship between master and servant, but in fact friendship, has been maintained to this day.

This is also the reason why the Habs family has always entrusted most of the family's internal affairs to the Ross family, and the Ross family also has the title of the Habs family's chief steward, which is hereditary.

"No, I'm not used to drinking in the morning, and I've asked the servant to prepare coffee." Butler Ross always had a poker-faced expression, and as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.

"Mr. Ross, your coffee has arrived."

"Send it in, Maria." Rose replied to the door.

Soon, the fragrant coffee was brought to the table, and Rose took a small silver spoon and gently stirred the milk that had not been thoroughly mixed inside.

"Mr. President, I just received two pieces of information."

"What kind of information, tell me about it." Strange President shook the whiskey in the crystal glass, the strong malt aroma wafted into the air, he walked to the window, lifted the curtains, and outside was a gloomy sky, there was no sunlight today.

"First of all, our intelligence services have found Miss Selena, her current location is on a road eighty kilometers east of Bamiyan, and she is safe for the time being, because she has hired a mercenary team of more than thirty people for herself as a member of the Princess Club, all of whom are retired soldiers of the special forces of various countries, and belong to the Blackwater Company. I asked people to go to Pakistan to check, although their firepower is not strong, but it is still excellent, I have sent the information to Neo, and it just so happens that the additional team of the Tianmu Company is also rushing to Bamiyan, so they and Young Master Neo walked together, this team is strong, as long as they rush to Bamiyan and Selena to meet, they can ensure safety. ”

Old Habs didn't look back, still looking at the sky outside.

"Another piece of news?"

"One more ......" Rose picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, frowned, he didn't choose to speak immediately, as if he was mentally organizing the language, thinking about how to say it.

"What? Is coffee hard to drink? Old Habs finally turned around, looked at Ross and smiled, returned to the table, reached for the glass with whiskey, poured all the wine into the coffee, and then took the little silver spoon and stirred it a few times.

"Sometimes, a change of taste can lead to new discoveries." He pursed his lips playfully like a child, and said, "Don't look at everything from one angle, change the angle, maybe there will be different views." Rose, the biggest thing about you is that you abide by the rules, but the biggest shortcoming is that you follow the rules, too well-behaved, so it seems a little old-fashioned. There are two sides to a coin, let alone a person? ”

There was something sparkling in his gaze, something called wisdom.

Butler Ross was stunned for a moment, and then said with some embarrassment: "It seems that you can't hide anything from Mr. President, do you know the situation in Afghanistan?" ”

"Got it, I'm very clear about Long Yun's affairs. The Operations Department of the Sky Shadow Company had already sent over the satellite video and pictures, as well as the battlefield report, three hours earlier. He patted Ross on the shoulder, "My dear Ross, sometimes you have to admit that the efficiency of the Skydome Company established with the help of modern technology is not something that our traditional intelligence points can achieve. ”

"However, if it weren't for the Sky Curtain Company, Young Master Charlemagne would not have died...... And that's true! Rose's shoulders twitched slightly, and his mood fluctuated slightly.

"Alright, alright." Habs patted Ross on the shoulder again, "My old friend, don't get too excited. Charlemagne's death has nothing to do with anyone, nothing to do with the canopy, nothing to do with Dr. Finch, don't tilt your grief on innocent people. ”

"Alright! Even if I don't talk about the past anymore. So let's talk about Long Yun. He took out a document from the inner pocket of his suit and threw it on the table, "Look at it, this is the latest information I have gotten, as well as the war log sent back by Master Neo who was on the scene." Long Yun single-handedly pursued and killed 2,000 Taliban men at Bagram Air Base, including thirty guards, one servant, and nine demon assassins, one of whom was a high-ranking assassin...... The bodies of these people are now all scattered on both sides of Highway 87 from Kabul to Bamiyan, and you think about it, what a terrifying power! ”

"Long Yun has so much energy, shouldn't we be happy?" Old Habs's expression was obviously not as relaxed as it had just been, and it became serious.

"If he's Moria, I don't care, but I think there's a lot of doubt about him, and I personally don't think he's Moria." Rose said: "According to what Neo has learned, when Long Yun erupted, he almost killed Gege, and someone saw that the flame of Moria in his pupils was not pure Moriah at all......"

"You mean, he has a rainbow of power in his eyes, right?"

"Yes!" Grand Butler Ross exclaimed, "We Moriahs don't have that kind of pupil!" I'm sure of that! I think he's a different species, I don't know who it is, maybe it's an elf or a dwarf, maybe it's a demon, maybe it's an Atlantean......"

Suddenly, as if he had been pointed, he raised his head and looked at old Habs in astonishment.

"Grow up...... How do you know the color in his pupils......"