Alfie had a feeling of shooting herself in the foot at this time, no one expected that the conflict between them and the Calus camp would be so strangely resolved, and there was an unexpected hope of becoming an ally. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Demon Note undoubtedly tricked him again, when the Demon Note told him that this trip was dangerous, he volunteered to sacrifice himself to be caught by Skar in exchange for the safety of Rebecca and others.

Knowing that this is the result, wouldn't it be better for everyone to come together as guests, and save so much trouble.

Now that the rough waters of the Ambunar River had once again become a huge obstacle in front of them, the greatest difficulty they faced was how to quickly cross the river and convey the message of the Calus camp's intention to form an alliance to the prophet Profitte as soon as possible.

"Christopher, Master Madison, do you have a high-level wind mage in your camp, can you use flying to the other side?" Alfie asked, not believing that there wasn't even a flying mage in such a large camp.

Christopher and Master Madison's wry smiles made Alfie realize that reality was cruel, how unreliable it was to expect a high-level magician from the isolated thieves to be cultivated, and none of the magicians of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Regiment had the strength to fly across the river.

"Elfie, can that glider in your mouth fly from this side to the other side?" Christopher had not yet had time to study the captured glider, but fortunately, Alfie, who invented the glider, was here, so he simply asked directly.

"The glider must fly from a great height, unless you have a way to get the glider twice as high as the other side—" As soon as Alfie said this, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly he jumped to his feet and shouted, "I have a way!"

"I don't believe you can cross the river!" Zambit said instinctively sarcastically.

Alfie gave him a malicious look, ignoring him, and instead asked Christopher, "Christopher, where is the biggest catapult in your camp?" ”

"This way, please!" Christopher looked at Alfie with a puzzled expression, not knowing what he was thinking about the catapult.

There is no doubt that catapults were mainly used as a precaution against aliens from across the river, so they were mostly placed close to the river. After noticing this, Alfie's grasp in her heart increased a little more.

"This is our largest catapult to date, with a sturdy and resilient catapult rod made of redwood, and a noose made of tendons of the earth dragon, which can launch a three-ton boulder from a distance of a thousand meters. Christopher can be said to have unreserved trust in Alfie, and frankly introduced the parameters of the weapons in the camp.

"The three-ton boulder launches a thousand meters, let me calculate ......" Alfie took out his demon notes and wrote and drew for a while, then looked up at Zambit and asked, "Zambit, how much do you weigh?"

"Less than two hundred pounds, why are you asking this?" Zambit suddenly had a bad feeling, he hadn't forgotten Alfi's malicious eyes just now.

"It's calculated at two hundred catties, and if you connect his spear, two hundred and fifty catties, it should be about the same. Alfie ignored Zambit and muttered to himself.

"Hey, I warn you not to make any foolish attempts!" Zambit felt even more uncomfortable as he saw Alfie's gaze from the demon's notes wander between him and the trebuchet.

"That's it!" Alfie closed the note, then called Master Madison aside, pulled out a piece of parchment, and whispered as he drew something on it.

"Alfie, are you sure this is really possible?" Madison asked, looking at Alfie with a shocked look on his face.

"I'm sure, definitely, definitely. You just do what I say, the sooner the better, time waits for no one~" Alfie said with his signature smile on his face.

Master Madison shook his head and looked at Zambit with sympathy, and walked towards his laboratory with a look of incredulity, where in addition to the various herbs, there were many various raw materials, several of which were just used to make the drawings that Alfie had given him.

"So—" After explaining to Master Madison, Alfie turned to Zambit, "Great Troll Warrior, I think we have a good account to settle with." ”

"W-what?" Zambit asked, looking at Alfie with some humility, he hadn't suffered once or twice under Alfie, and he was a troll warrior and no match for a bard. In the past, this situation often ended with Zambit flexing his muscles to Alfie, but now in this situation, Zambit's threat of force is obviously impossible to use anymore.

"I remember when we flew over the river, I seemed to have saved your life, right? Alfie said with a smile.

"Didn't I come back to save you?" replied Zambit less confidently.

"The problem is that you didn't save me. Those present saw very clearly that I had already solved my own problems before you even showed up. Alfie pointed to the members of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group around him.

"So, how do you want me to repay you?" Zambit couldn't do anything about Elfie's remarks.

"It's simple, you just have to do what I say. Alfie said mysteriously.

"I—I don't want to be a human cannonball for this catapult!" Zambit said without hesitation. Alfie's intentions were so obvious that anyone with a little bit of brains knew what the hell he was up to.

"Zambit, look, do you want to get the message of the alliance to the Prophet as soon as possible?" Alfie asked, patting Zambit on the shoulder like an old friend, though he would need to stand on tiptoe a little to do so with his height.

"But that doesn't mean I'm risking my life to do it. Zambit replied.

"Do you have a better idea, then? Don't forget that every minute we delay here, the thieves have a better chance of escaping, don't you want to hunt them all down, don't you forget your feud?" asked Alfie in a bewitching voice.

"I'm definitely not going to get on this catapult anyway. Zambit bit the bullet and said.

"Don't want to get on this, no problem, there are a lot of options here, anyway, this catapult is a bit big for your weight, we can choose a smaller one, like that one?" Alfie asked, pointing to a catapult that was more than a size smaller not far away.

"I seriously doubt that the catapult will have enough strength to carry me to the other side. Zambit glanced at the small catapult and said unnaturally, unconsciously caught up in Alfie's play on words. When he noticed the astonished stares around him, he suddenly reacted and yelled, "Hell, when did I promise you to get on the catapult?"

"Just now. I didn't think the great troll warrior was a coward who broke his word!" Alfie sneered and sarcastically.