Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1041 - 1034: Offering Plans and Strategies

Chapter 1041: Chapter 1034: Offering Plans and Strategies

"Eh, how would we do that?" Fulajie’er asked, puzzled.

"Try waking him up just as he’s about to fall asleep, so he doesn’t get the chance to sleep," Luo’er said.

"Isn’t that too cruel..." Fulajie’er asked with some concern.

"Hehe," Luo’er chuckled lightly, then shook his head and asked, "Do you think crippling his limbs entirely would be more cruel, or not letting him sleep would be more cruel?"

"Oh, that makes sense. Luo’er, you are so kind," Fulajie’er said, suddenly enlightened.

"Alright, alright, enough with that kind of talk to tease me," Luo’er waved his hand and said with a wry smile.

After giving instructions to Fulajie’er, the two left the warehouse and walked towards the chief’s house. Along the way, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but ask, "We’ve pretty much confirmed that the Sub-beastmen are from the East Continent, Luo’er, shouldn’t we consider our previous assumption now?"

"Hmm, if the Sub-beastmen are indeed from the East Continent, they do hold research value. In the future, if headquarters plans to expand eastward, they would be the best guides," Luo’er nodded and said.

"Anyway, once Lipei’s Otherworld Gate opens, the Mingming Plan will start. It won’t make much difference whether we have one more person or one fewer. Giving these Sub-beastmen modern education is essential for transforming their mindset. I actually think this is a golden opportunity," Cheng Ziang said.

"Let’s take it slow with this. First, we’ll have Yue’er draft a report for headquarters and see what they think. On our end, we’ll try to persuade the chief. If all conditions are met, then we’ll have the airboat take them away. That would be the easiest solution, after all, Meila Village only has a few hundred people now," Luo’er said.

"But, we need to plan ahead at headquarters. It wouldn’t be good if people arrive with nowhere to stay," Cheng Ziang nodded and said.

"Let them deal with that themselves; we just need to finish what we have to do here," Luo’er said.

Black smoke floated in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, a sign that the villagers were cremating bodies in an open space outside the village. The casualties of this Beastman attack were over three hundred, a severe blow indeed. Just the bodies alone formed a small mountain, and it would probably take a while to finish burning them all.

With so many bodies, burying them would have been difficult, so they did not bother and resorted to cremation instead.

Pinching their noses, the two went to the Chief’s home. By that time, all the girls had returned, except Hu Daoke, who was still outside with the villagers, burning bodies. Upon seeing Luo’er enter, Tangmo happily welcomed him.

"Did that guy confess?" Baiyue asked.

"Don’t even mention it, it was like trying to soak a cowhide in cold water," Cheng Ziang said, sitting down in a chair wearily and gesturing with his hand.

"Lord Luo’er, didn’t you find out anything?" Chief Feron asked with concern.

Luo’er shook his head helplessly, then turned to Tangmo and asked, "How’s Feng’s injury?"

"Well, following the chief’s advice, I tried to channel magic into him, and just as the chief said, a valve in Feng’s Front Meridian is blocked, around the middle of the ribcage at the chest. As long as magic flows through that spot, Feng is in agony, but it’s fine elsewhere," Tangmo, holding onto Luo’er’s arm, mused.

"Then, if Feng doesn’t let magic flow through there, wouldn’t that be okay? There are two main meridians, after all," Cheng Ziang asked.

"That won’t work," Tangmo shook his head and frowned, "I’ve inquired about Feng’s condition, and according to how she described it, whenever she wants magic to flow into her arms, it must pass through the nodes of the Front Meridian. The Rear Network seems to supply magic to the head, so it can be blocked, but the Front Meridian cannot."

"So, doesn’t that mean Feng is practically disabled now?" Cheng Ziang paused, then asked.

"What kind of thing is that to say?" Baiyue said, frowning and looking displeased.

"I’m just telling it like it is, don’t make it seem as though I’m reveling in her misfortune; don’t forget that Little Fengye is my father’s junior sister, which technically makes me her senior nephew," Cheng Ziang said with a shrug.

Luo’er sighed, then spoke, "In that case, if Feng’s injuries are not dealt with by the time the airboat arrives, let her go back to the base with it. Without her abilities, it’s dangerous for her to follow us."

"That doesn’t seem quite right," Baiyue said, looking at him with some concern, "It’s as if we’re abandoning her just because she’s lost her abilities."

"Yes, it is like that," Luo’er nodded slightly but still seemed troubled, "But sending her back really is for her care, after all, I don’t want anything to happen to Feng. Why don’t you, Moumou..."

"Luo’er," Tangmo narrowed his eyes dissatisfactorily, then said in a sullen tone, "are you putting the cart before the horse? I’m the most important magic expert in the Advance Team, what will you do about complex magic issues if you send me back?"

"Ah, sorry, things are a bit chaotic, I’m a little overwhelmed..." Luo’er paused, then scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Are you trying to get rid of me so you can freely flirt with girls?" Tangmo pressed on relentlessly.

"I didn’t mean that..." Luo’er broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly defended himself.

"Alright," Cheng Ziang suddenly interjected, halting their conversation, then said expressionlessly, "Now is not the time for flirting, Luo’er, take care of what needs to be done first."

"Oh," Luo’er nodded, then remembered what he intended to do, so he let go of Tangmo’s hand and respectfully approached Chief Feron, "Chief Feron, there are some matters I would like to discuss with you, if you don’t mind?"

"There’s no need for formalities, Luo’er, just speak frankly," Feron said with a smile, gesturing with his hand.

"Don’t call me ’sir,’ I can’t take that, ’Captain Luo’er’ will do," Luo’er replied.

"Very well, Captain Luo’er, what do you have to say?" Feron nodded lightly.

"Yue’er," seeing that the two sat down, ready to converse, Cheng Ziang turned to Baiyue and instructed, "Draft a report about relocating Meila Village to Lipei, then send it to the base."

"Eh, is it decided just like that?" Baiyue asked in surprise.

"You saw what happened today. Meila Village really is unsafe here and should be moved. Plus, the appearance of that guy has confirmed Sub-beastmen as an East Continent race, deserving of research. I believe the headquarters will be very interested," Cheng Ziang explained.

"Okay, okay, I’ll draft it right away," Baiyue looked at him, then glanced at Luo’er, and hesitantly nodded.

"Chief, here’s the thing," Luo’er, sitting down, thought briefly about his words, then began, "Since you already know who we are, I won’t beat around the bush. I believe you’ve seen it for yourself, the safety of Meila Village is indeed worrying, and we were lucky to repel the Beastmen this time, otherwise Meila Village might face another slaughter..."

Actually, Luo’er phrased it very diplomatically, saying it was a collective effort to repel the enemy, without mentioning that it was the Advance Team that chiefly fended off the Beastmen. The reality of the situation was apparent to all.

"Ah, Captain Luo’er is right," hearing Luo’er’s words, Feron couldn’t help but sigh deeply, shaking his head, "We too wish for a peaceful place to live quietly, but this land is not our home after all. Having this place to settle is already fortunate enough; as for the threat of the Beastmen, there’s really no helping it. We couldn’t possibly wander the continent again as a whole village."

"If, and I’m just saying if, the chief doesn’t mind, I do have a method that could ensure the safety of our people in the coming days, I’m just not sure of your opinion on this," Luo’er said tentatively.

"This," upon hearing Luo’er’s words, Feron’s eyes lit up with excitement, then he said eagerly, "please speak, Captain Luo’er. As long as it can relieve my people from their current plight, we are willing to pay any price."

Hearing his response, Luo’er turned and exchanged a satisfied nod with Cheng Ziang, both seeming to agree without words.