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The world war surrounding the city of Sussex continues.

On the other hand, there was a large city somewhere beneath Birdman Continent tens of thousands of kilometers away.

The lively but not elegant nobles were having a party.

In this large and splendid living room, elites from all ethnic groups in bright attire gathered together. They basically used human appearance as a medium for social communication. After all, human races accounted for the majority here, and their appearance was beautiful and very popular. Perfect for walking around on such occasions.

This is equivalent to how we usually speak our own dialects in our hometowns, but switch to Mandarin when we go to public social situations.

The human form serves as the Mandarin.

In such a high-end venue, Curtis, who wore a suit as tight as a tights, held a red wine glass in his hand and chatted comfortably with others.

From time to time, some people came over to say hello. If you look carefully, you will find that among the nobles who are interacting with each other, most people will cast their eyes on the fat man intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, Curtis, the diplomat who represents the dungeon and Elinor, is the center point of this party.

"Come on, Mr. Curtis, let me introduce to you that these are Mr. XXX and Ms. XXXX, as well as their close friends Miss XXXX and her lover Mr. XXXX. Next to them is Young Master XX of the XX family."

The birdman messenger, with a handsome young appearance, introduced the fat man to some local nobles and gentry whose names he could not remember at all.

Curtis, on the other hand, smiled and raised his glass to the other person one by one, while scanning everyone with his mind-reading skills.

This is a group of nobles with a very complicated relationship circle.

Forget Mr. XXX, Miss XXXX and Master XX, it's just a mess anyway.

Curtis didn't just spend time with these grandsons here. He had to follow the lord's instructions to spread the 'lost scarabs'.

But the premise is that there must be a spy planted here by the sheep-headed monster in this venue. Otherwise, even if the sheep-headed monster does not receive it, it will be in vain.

Curtis had to make sure that when he released the information tonight, the goat-headed monster would receive it as soon as possible, because Vader said that time was urgent and he hoped that he could put the plan into action as soon as possible.

"Mr. Curtis, thanks to the immediate arrival of your reinforcements, those cities have been saved. I give you a toast."

The handsome bird messenger was chirping beside him with a bright face.

Curtis has scanned his heart. If nothing happens, this guy will be the next candidate for Speaker, so he is particularly concerned about regaining lost ground.

However, the fat man still discovered the problem. Of course, it was not the messenger in front of him, but the young master XX who had a very pleasant conversation with him before and was now talking to Miss XXXX.

This aristocratic young master has blond olive-style hair and looks stylish in a straight suit. However, after Curtis scanned his inner thoughts, he inadvertently sighed:

‘I thought you were just a walk-on, and you were quite content if you didn’t play any role. ’

"Mr. Diplomat?"

The birdman messenger saw the fat man staring in a certain direction. When he followed his gaze, he immediately shouted: "Master XX, please come here."

Upon hearing this, the aristocratic young man, whose eyes kept glancing here, immediately came over excitedly holding a red wine glass and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Curtis."

The fat man nodded and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought you looked like a good friend of mine. Sorry, I seemed to have seen it wrong."

"Oh~~ I didn't expect that I could have such an honor, so may I ask your friend?"

"We have lost contact recently. This is the most troublesome thing." Curtis sighed pretentiously, and then said to the noble young master in front of him, "Actually, my good friend is the commander of a large mecha. Officer, we lost contact a few days ago, with that big mecha."

When the birdman messenger next to him heard this, he quickly asked: "Could the large mecha you are talking about be a scarab?"

"Scarab?!" Master XX couldn't help but whisper. He knew about this kind of giant equipment. Every time he celebrated the liberation of the city, he would pull a scarab and parade it outside the city.

Although people can't climb up to take a closer look, just looking at it from a distance is shocking.

It's simply breathtaking that there are forces in this world who can make such ingenious objects.

However, according to what this fat man meant, such a large-scale murder weapon that shocked everyone has lost contact? Lost? Isn't it?

"The Scarab commanded by my friend disappeared while patrolling northwest of Sussex City a few days ago. We also sent a large number of troops to search, but we couldn't find it. It seemed like it had disappeared from the world. Same thing, do you think it’s weird?”

"Yes, it's very strange." Master XX couldn't help but nodded.

The messenger next to him said anxiously: "Your Excellency, does the lord know about this?"

"Of course my adults know about it, but there is nothing we can do about it. We can only look for it slowly."

"I hope I can find it as soon as possible." The messenger sighed. Compared to Curtis's indifferent expression, the Birdman messenger looked more concerned. Those who didn't know better thought that their big treasure was lost.

In fact, the Birdman has seen the power of the Scarab, and if such a powerful weapon is found by the enemy, taken back and copied, then the war on this continent will never end.

"Your Excellency, can I ask for advice?" Master XX asked Curtis with a shy face.

"Um?"

"Where was the last place you lost contact with the scarab?"

"The northwest plain of Sussex City."

"The plain is too big. Can you be more specific?"

"I think about what my adults said, it seems to be in a place called Glen Heights."

around 8 a.m.

On a desolate high ground, a mecha as huge as a hill was parked there.

Some engineering robots were busy back and forth around the large mecha.

There are also a large number of Minotaur Marines nearby, holding rifles and guarding back and forth.

The overall look is like a scarab lying down, and its own troops came down to repair and protect it.

At this moment, a large number of monster legions suddenly appeared around and rushed towards the anchored mecha - their leader obtained information from Curtis.

"Enemy attack! Fire!"

Facing the charging group of monsters: the surrounding Marines yelled, and then defended themselves with their rifles bang bang bang.

Although the surrounding rows of blood mist exploded rapidly, they still could not stop the opponent's crazy offensive.

In the end, there was no other way. All the personnel retreated to the interior of the Scarab. After killing rounds of monsters, they ran to the uppermost apron, and finally left quickly on a transport plane.

"Everything is ready, let's sit down and enjoy it." Lott sat at the dining table and enjoyed breakfast while watching the monsters dragging the lying mecha back on the big screen.