"Oh, Shet! Silent is draining my life force again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Alfie suddenly stopped with a pale face, and began to bend down, holding her knees with her hands and gasping for air. He was all too familiar with the sensation, and every time Celent consumed his life force, the unspeakable pain took over his whole body and mind. Luckily, Silent is very restrained every time, and usually this feeling only lasts for a short moment.

"Don't pretend, boy, do you think the great troll warriors will forgive you if you pretend to be pitiful?" Zambit stood beside Alfie with his spear in his arms, sneering as if watching a play.

Alfie's calculations managed to cross the river without danger, and delivered the news of Camp Calus's willingness to form an alliance to the prophet Lord Profit as quickly as possible.

The Prophet was overjoyed upon receiving the news and immediately began planning to organize an interracial assembly to deal with this important alliance. He first sent Zambit back to Camp Calus, expressing his intent to agree to an alliance.

So in just one day, Zambit flew over the river again like a trapeze, this time with a special communication tool for the alien race, which was convenient for the two sides to communicate later.

After the business was done, the smiling Zambit did not hesitate to beat the poor and hateful Alfi all over the head, and the strange thing was that no one in the entire Calus camp was willing to stand up for Alfie. Even Master Christopher and Madison are no exception. They all feel that no matter who has been calculated by their most trusted friends, it is appropriate to vent "properly".

A large part of the mercenaries in Calus's camp who had seen Alfie calculate Zambit even thought that Zambit was too "merciful", and it was a pity that Alfie had not even knocked out a single tooth.

It wasn't until Rebecca saw that Zambit was almost venting that she stepped forward to stop him from continuing to "commit violence".

After stopping Zambit, Rebecca insisted on a trip to Ingnier's lab. Zambit, who had always been obedient to Rebecca, had nothing to do after completing the task assigned by the prophet, and naturally had no objections. As for Alfie's request to go to the imperial capital after opening the hidden memories of her predecessor, it was unsurprisingly denied.

"After going to that lab and teaching that shameless dwarf a lesson, the Imperial Capital will be our next destination. You can't go then, there are a lot of accounts waiting for us to collect!" These were Rebecca's words after rejecting Elfie's suggestion.

When Alfie suddenly feels unwell, he, Rebecca, and Zambit's three-person team are on their way to Ingniel. Neither Christopher nor Master Madison could go with them because they were busy with an alliance with an alien race, and Rebecca declined Christopher's offer to send them a guide. She felt that it was better to solve some things by herself, after all, she also heard that a lot of the weapons and equipment in the Calus camp seemed to be provided by the gnome, so in order to avoid Christopher being difficult to do at that time, it was better to simply let them not participate.

"Hell, why did it last so long this time!Did Celent be in any danger?" The discomfort that he had thought would pass soon continued, and it tended to intensify as time went on, and now the unspeakable pain had made Alfie unable to control his body, and he fell to the ground and convulsed, something he had never encountered before.

This can only be explained by the fact that Celent is in great trouble and has to consume Alfie's life force for a long time to maintain his divine power. This realization made Alfie full of worry about Celent in the midst of her pain, and it was too dangerous for a priest to be alone in the Warcraft Forest.

"Hey, hey. You kid doesn't have to work so hard for acting, right? Look at how the foam in your mouth comes out, it's like the real thing. And the rolls of your eyes are falling out again-hell! you're not going to be playing for real, are you?" Zambit, who has been watching the play, feels that something is wrong the more he watches it, and Alfie's acting skills are a little too realistic, and this is all the same as shrimp, and it doesn't even stop.

"What kind of acting! He's clearly really sick!" Rebecca, who had been immersed in memory since leaving Calus's camp, only then did she notice Alfie's strangeness, and it was obvious that Zambit's prejudice against Alfie had made them miss the best opportunity to help him, and Alfie had unconsciously bitten his tongue open, and blood mixed with white foam kept coming out of his mouth.

In order to prevent Alfie from completely biting off her tongue, Rebecca took off Alfie's chin like electricity, and did not drag the mud and water at all, which made Zambit, who thought he was hard-hearted, admired: Rebecca was really decisive and ruthless enough, and Zambit asked himself that even if he had a little grudge against Alfie, he would never be able to make this ruthless move.

"Still stunned for something, quickly find something to plug his mouth, the chin has been off for a long time, and it will often fall off if he goes back. Rebecca glanced sideways at Zambit, this guy wouldn't be in this idea, would he?

"Leave it to me!" Zambit maliciously pulled out a ball of unpleasant "rags" and stuffed it into Alfie's mouth, helping him put his chin back on. In fact, he really wanted to shut up this sharp-toothed guy from now on, and when Alfie was talking endlessly, his jaw suddenly dropped, and this kind of scene made people feel happy to think about it. It's a pity that this kind of "good wish" can really only be thought about.

I don't know if it was because the attack was too severe, or because of the smell of Zambit's rags, Alfie soon fell into a coma, leaving Rebecca and Zambit helpless.

Rebecca began to secretly regret that she shouldn't have chosen to travel overnight because she was in a hurry. Who knows if Alfie, a weak guy who can't help the wind, suddenly fell ill because of the cold in his hands because he was in a hurry overnight.

It was midnight, and it had been nearly a full day since they had left Camp Calus. It was obviously too late to return to camp and seek the help of Master Madison. Rebecca and Zambit, who don't know anything about medicine, can only pray secretly, hoping that Alfie's "disease" will come and go quickly.

"Why didn't that stingy Madison send some emergency potion! Rebecca grumbled as she kicked Alfie, who was still unconscious. How did she know that the wronged Master Madison had given almost all of his family wealth to Alfie, but they didn't know about those things in the spatial ring he gave Alfie.