"What!!!"
Has there finally been a result for this matter?
Upon hearing that the mystery on the side of the allied forces of the kings was solved, the commander-in-chief also had a face full of joy.
After all, this was the main reason why his large army was currently hesitating to advance.
It could be said that if it weren't for this sudden change, he would have long been eating lunch in the Double Ring Hills.
Although he now had the Magic Disorder Device in his hands, as well as that group of people undergoing training.
But it couldn't be denied that there was a huge gap between knowing and not knowing.
"Quickly tell exactly what's going on?"
Thus, unable to wait any longer, he excitedly looked at his assistant and asked.
"The matter is like this. Just about ten minutes ago, a ssage appeared on the world channel regarding how using an engraving machine and an engraving Potion can turn Transmigrators into Quasi-Evolvers without any aftereffects in five minutes."
"The ssage explicitly stated that this thod is about giving Transmigrators a class, thereby becoming class holders and obtaining class bonuses."
"Right now, this engraving machine is only selling for twenty thousand Gold Coins, while the engraving Potion is ten Silver Coins."
"The most crucial thing is that the other party also said this engraving machine with the class system has already undergone verification by hundreds of thousands of people; it is safe and highly efficient."
The assistant imdiately reported.
But the excited and thrilled expression on the commander-in-chief's face gradually froze along with the assistant's report.
"World channel?"
The commander-in-chief looked at his assistant with a face of disbelief.
"Yes."
"Produce a class holder in five minutes?"
The commander-in-chief opened his palm and gestured.
"Yes."
"And it already has verification from hundreds of thousands of people?"
The commander-in-chief's eyes widened, and he asked with an emphasized tone.
"You didn't mishear."
"Mishear my ass!"
The commander-in-chief grabbed the teacup on the desk and slamd it onto the ground with a smack.
Bang!
Following a crisp sound, the teacup shattered beside the assistant.
"A piece of intelligence, and you guys actually had to wait until an advertisent appeared on the world channel to know?"
Yes.
In the commander-in-chief's view, the other party not only ntioned the verification data, but even clearly typed out the price of that kind of Instrunt. If that isn't an advertisent, what is!
Although he knew the Exorcists' intelligence system was sowhat terrible, he never expected it could be terrible to this extent.
The enemy is right in front, and scouting squads, and even appraisal squads, go out to work every day.
As a result, they had to wait until an advertisent for that whatever engraving machine appeared on the world channel before they knew the cause of the matter.
This fucking isn't a question of whether it's terrible or not anymore.
It's a matter of whether the intelligence personnel among the Exorcists are actually working properly at all.
Let alone anything else, just the verification data of hundreds of thousands is enough to explain that these guys fundantally haven't been doing anything.
Otherwise, how could they not know until the other party's large army of hundreds of thousands was already arrayed there?
However...
It has only been less than a few months since the Exorcists rose to power until now. At this speed, it is indeed normal that the intelligence system hasn't been spread out.
Moreover, now didn't seem to be the ti to get angry either.
Or rather, getting angry wouldn't solve any problems.
Compared to getting angry, he still had many things to do.
After knowing the reason why the other party could pop out so many Quasi-Evolvers within a week's ti, the commander-in-chief actually breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't to say that knowing would result in anything particular; it was purely due to the fear of the unknown.
"How is the situation on the Double Ring Hills right now?"
Sighing slightly, the commander-in-chief asked softly.
"Still the sa. Apart from facing off against us, the allied forces of the kings haven't launched a counterattack or made any other moves."
"Is that so..."
The commander-in-chief frowned.
This was a very abnormal matter.
It wasn't that situations of standoffs in war like this hadn't occurred before.
Not to ntion distant matters of Blue Star, even during the Forsaken War on the Karim Continent, there were also intermittent standoffs among Transmigrators, Evolvers, and the Witch Race.
But that was intermittent, with several battles fought back and forth in between, just like a halfti break.
But these allied forces of the kings hadn't made any other moves besides defending.
After already knowing how the other party beca Quasi-Evolvers, the commander-in-chief also had a new direction for guessing.
For example, the other party wanted to delay ti to produce more 'class holders'.
After all, the production of a class holder required a full five minutes of ti. This ant that the longer the ti, the more class holders, or Quasi-Evolvers, they could convert.
But this guess was thrown out of the commander-in-chief's head within five seconds after it appeared.
The fundantal reason for the rejection was that if the other party really did this, then their combat personnel should have long surpassed the military strength in his hands.
Under these circumstances, let alone defense, even attacking would be more than enough.
They might even very likely launch a wave of counter-push.
Then what remained was very likely that so disagreent had appeared internally among them.
After all, the allied forces of the kings were not an existence that was 'united from top to bottom' like their Exorcists.
In addition to the nurous Factions internally, the big and small kings also found each other displeasing to the eye.
Previously, because of the existence of their 'external pressure', they could still sit down properly and cooperate sincerely.
But after having the capital to confront their Exorcists, it was truly normal for different voices to appear internally under survival pressure.
Perhaps this was instead an opportunity for him?
An opportunity to launch an attack!
"Go contact the people of the intelligence squad. Have them use Teleportation a few more tis to go behind and see if there's anything unusual in the rear of the allied forces of the kings."
"Yes."
Thinking of this, the commander-in-chief imdiately issued an instruction.
Since it might be an opportunity, then it couldn't be wasted in vain.
Regardless of whether sothing really happened on the side of the allied forces of the kings, or rather, regardless of what happened, this investigation was mandatory to be conducted.
"In addition, have soone go buy one or two of those whatever engraving machines back to see what the situation is."
"Okay. But if there are no accidents, I think the headquarters' side should purchase it to research."
"Of course I know that. I just want to see the real thing. Anyway, it's nothing more than twenty thousand Gold Coins; it's not a big deal."
The commander-in-chief waved his hand.
Headquarters is headquarters, and he is himself.
Although he indeed wanted to climb up and make progress.
But this didn't an he would just resign to his fate like this.
Just like Fox, he was also not the kind of existence who liked to be bound by anything.
And this whatever engraving machine and class system were his trump cards.
Small ulterior motives, everyone has them.
Moreover, for Exorcists, apart from the orders from above that must be executed, there are no rigid requirents for the rest.
Using Li i's phrasing, this is sothing like an aftereffect of evolution; it cannot be changed.
Unless you don't want to continue being an Exorcist.
But what the price of this 'not wanting to be' is, no one knows.
"Oh right, Commander-in-chief."
As the assistant turned and walked to the entrance of the main tent, he suddenly rembered that there was still sothing he hadn't finished saying.
"What, is there sothing else?"
"I heard people discussing on the world channel saying that the seller of the engraving machine is a mber of Tarot Manor."
"..."
Tarot Manor.
This was a na that was familiar to almost everyone on the continent.
After all, that organization was full of a group of great inventors and research scholars.
Of course.
If you insist on saying that inside is a group of top-tier players with robust combat power, there seems to be nothing wrong with that either.
Looking at it this way, it also seems to beco a matter of course for guys from this kind of place to sell this kind of zero-risk system.
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