APTnovel Chapter 474 Lineup
Chapter 474 Lineup
Chapter 474 Lineup
The ranger Piero's neck and above were tanned black.
He carried a beautifully crafted short bow on his back.
It was made of brass and gears, and according to his own description, it was designed by a scholar.
"Ranger, warrior, magician, wizard," Piero turned his gaze to François, "and now an alchemist."
Actually, calling him a chef would be more appropriate, as François hadn't actually concocted many alchemical potions.
Swordsman Beta said, "What's the point of calling an alchemist? Anyone can use alchemy potions. Could it be that he's here to make alchemy potions for the team? Hmm! Without immediate combat power, he'll just be a burden in case of an accident."
François nodded repeatedly, agreeing with his statement.
And he desperately hoped that he could tell this to Congressman Cho Tak.
"Don't underestimate alchemists," said Wendy the wizard, jumping down from the box.
She wore two ponytails, which, combined with her slightly chubby face, made her look quite cute.
Girls have it so good; no matter what their figure is like, they always receive compliments.
François, on the other hand, was just a fat pig.
After Wendy left, the box started moving on its own and turned into a metal bag about half the height of a person.
Wendy can simply slip her shoulders into the straps to carry it on her back.
"Alchemists also have their own fighting style," Wendy said. "Some powerful alchemical potions can only be used by alchemists; if others use them rashly, it's tantamount to suicide."
The tall Nolan, with his hooked nose, said, "I almost died at the hands of an alchemist. I know very well how powerful alchemists are. Otherwise, why would alchemy be on par with other powers?"
"And we also have our share of injury risks," said Piero, who also serves as captain.
He also appeared to be a general, as François happened to notice the belt hidden by his wide coat.
The emblem on the outside of the clasp appears to resemble a military insignia.
"I know a little emergency medicine, but I don't know how to treat illnesses, much less how to prevent diseases and stubborn poisons," Piero continued. "Or do you know these things?"
Beta shrugged: "These living wizards and sorcerers aren't incapable of doing it."
"I can't," Wendy finally said, putting on the metal backpack.
She looks even more adorable now.
"As you know, beneath all the extraordinary lies a vast system," Nolan replied, hands on his hips, "and my expertise lies not in healing."
"And I'm not good at anything," François wanted to say, but he didn't know how to begin.
Besides cooking, this group clearly didn't need a chef.
"The mission was assigned by the parliament. I have no right to refuse the person sent from above," Piero said, crossing his arms. "And it is said that this fat gentleman is quite talented."
Good heavens, someone would actually use such exaggerated words to praise me? François was flattered.
Coming to my senses, I wondered if I was flattering him.
More than 20 years of life experience have taught François that being conspicuous often doesn't end well.
"So what are you trying to say by suddenly bringing this up?" Beta's expression was clearly displeased.
"What I mean is, if this is just to support the front lines, then this lineup is really strange," Piero said.
"Strange? I think it's quite complete," Nolan said in his voice, which sounded like a bel canto.
"It's strange precisely because it's complete," Piero said, scanning the crowd. "It's as if we're not going to war this time, but rather—to complete some kind of adventure."
"Adventure?" Wendy laughed. "Sounds romantic, doesn't it? But ever since the supernatural system was completed, adventure has gradually been replaced by research in the study. When did that start?"
"Five thousand seven hundred years ago," Nolan flicked his bangs, "to be more specific, it was roughly the time when Grellara existed. You, a wizard, don't even know anything about Grellara?"
"Of course I know, and Grelarara is a mage too, isn't she?"
Wendy rolled her eyes at Nolan, then glanced at François as well. "An alchemist, yes. But what I want to ask is, which period of history in the Far East does that correspond to?"
"The Federation's history is only a little over three hundred years," Loran replied, "and the history of this land is only a little over four thousand years, although the history of regions further east, such as Swabawa, may be traced back even further."
Piero replied, "In short, I want to warn you that our mission this time is not simple."
As for the specifics of the mission, François had no idea.
But for him, this also seems to be a punishment.
He appears to have been implicated because of Mr. Leo's prison break.
But François had no idea what Mr. Troude was really up to.
Beta sat down: "You're in charge. If you don't know, then we're even more clueless."
Piero replied, "What I mean is, I hope everyone will be more careful and not let their guard down. At the same time, I also want to tell everyone that if you have any trustworthy helpers, please recommend them as much as possible. I can't refuse people sent from above, but we can recommend our own members. After all, I don't want to die on this mission either, and I think everyone feels the same way."
The conversation seemed to turn serious, and François noticed that everyone lowered their heads slightly.
At this moment, François was in a guard room on the edge of the Parliament City wall.
Since it was an outing mission, there didn't seem to be any rooms assigned, so this place was used as a temporary base.
And right next to it was the guardhouse of the city gate.
I once heard from Officer Ike that the guardhouse seemed to have some kind of clockwork mechanism that could detect whether there were visitors outside the moat.
These talented individuals immediately began a discussion, but François chose to remain silent.
He didn't want to die, but he didn't have many friends.
"The main thing is what we're still missing," Beta said first.
Wendy chimed in, "If it's an expedition, our team is complete. By the way, Pierre, can you pick locks?"
Pierre shrugged and shook his head.
"Then maybe we should find a thief," Wendy laughed excitedly. "Maybe we can get a treasure chest with priceless treasures or some kind of witchcraft inside, but it would be a shame if we couldn't open it."
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"You mean exploring dungeons or ruins?" Nolan finally found an opportunity to roll his eyes back. "There haven't been any unexplored ancient sites since the time of the First Men."
"Who knows?" Wendy retorted, then huffed, "Swabawa is such a closed-off place, anything could happen there!"
"Knock knock knock!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Pierre opened the door.
There was a soldier outside the door.
"What is it?" Pierre asked.
The soldier replied, "I am in charge of the side gate. May I ask if there is a gentleman named François Lemaître here?"
François was taken aback when he heard his name.
Pierre glanced at François, then immediately turned to the soldier: "Yes."
"That's good. I thought I remembered wrong," the soldier breathed a long sigh of relief. "Here's what happened. My soldiers caught a suspicious young man, but he suddenly mentioned Mr. François's name and asked to see him. I remember that one of you has that name. Just to be on the safe side, I came to ask him to avoid any misunderstanding. It seems that he really is an acquaintance of Mr. François."
François was bewildered; he couldn't recall having any acquaintances in Parliament City.
Pierre said, "Thank you, please bring him here."
"Yes."
The door closed.
Pierre turned back and stood in front of François: "Who is it?"
François shook his head, bewildered.
Soon, the man was brought before François.
Upon seeing the newcomer, François was immediately startled: "Miss Jennifer?"
"Miss?" Pierre repeated in surprise.
Hmm—she does look like a boy.
But she is indeed a girl, well—François has confirmed it.
What are you doing here?
Jennifer was dressed in rags, looking like a beggar, with her hands bound by chains.
She stormed up to François, fuming, and demanded, "How dare you sleep with me and then leave?"
At that moment, François felt the room suddenly fall silent.
It was as if everyone had stopped moving at the same time.
François looked at the others and found that they were all motionless.
Hey, you guys aren't all waiting to hear this, are you?
All he wanted to do was cry out his innocence—who slept with whom?!
"Fine, now that I've found you, come with me, let's get married and live our lives together."
With that, Jennifer prepared to leave with François.
At this moment, Pierre stopped them: "Miss, whoever you are, I'm sorry to say, you can't take Mr. François away; he has a mission to carry out."
"I don't care about your mission, why should I listen to you? You're not my father!"
Pierre smiled: "But you broke the law by trespassing into the Parliament, which is punishable by imprisonment. Look, your hands are still cuffed."
Jennifer shoved François forward: "Hmph! My husband will back me up!"
"I am not your husband, and—"
Miss Jennifer, my situation is also very bad right now! I'm barely able to take care of myself!
Upon hearing this, Jennifer glared fiercely at François.
Pierre smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. François, but this young lady, Mr. Beta, will have to make do for now!"
Upon hearing this, Beta walked over and reached for the chains binding Jennifer.
The moment he grabbed the chain, Jennifer slammed into Beta.
The petite Jennifer was no match for the robust Beta.
However, the next second, Jennifer had already fled towards the door.
François saw the surprise in Beta's eyes, and of course, he saw it himself.
Then he looked at the iron chain in Beta's hand—
Sometime later, the lock on the iron chain had been opened.
Just then, Nolan instinctively reached for Beta's waist: "Mr. Beta, your sword—"
Beta's longsword, which had been hanging at his waist, had also vanished.
"What's going on?" Beta shouted in panic.
"It's obviously been stolen," Pierre exclaimed. "I never expected that kid—uh—girl—to have this kind of trick up his sleeve!"
Hey guys!
Wendy, somehow already standing on her metal box, said, "I think we've found the thief."
Now!
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