It was the fourth day since arriving at the Ti Hong Ying Institute.
The Knights and Adventurers merged seamlessly with the city walls, spending their days eating, resting, and sleeping atop the ramparts. When they grew weary, they napped; when awake, they kept watch over the city.
Scout Karl, as usual, was clueless about where the food came from. It was delivered from Zheli, then cooked right on top of Knight Xiao Gao’s arrow post. Everyone ate heartily, filling their stomachs without restraint.
“Sister, Niubao, have some food,” Captain Frolro climbed up the embankment, bringing provisions for the two.
“Thank you, Captain,” Samimi expressed her gratitude.
Niubao took the specially made large rice bowl but was just about to greedily dig in when Samimi suddenly gave him a sharp knock on the head.
“Thanks, Captain,” Niubao mumbled sheepishly after being hit, though he still continued eating voraciously.
“Discipline Nun, how much longer until we can leave?” Captain Frolro asked.
“Two more days at most. Either the ghosts die, or the people perish,” Samimi answered decisively.
Captain Frolro nodded silently, not questioning further. The team’s trust in Samimi had already surpassed all doubt.
As for Samimi herself, she didn’t seem to mind the responsibility—she was never one to fear women’s affairs (laughs).
Indeed, it only took two days to decide the outcome: either total annihilation or survival for all.
The Ti Hong Ying Institute was a mind game dungeon. Unlike those that focused on brute force and statistics, this type of dungeon was far scarier because power alone wasn’t enough—you needed to use your head.
If they couldn’t see through the Female Mountain Ghost Queen’s little tricks, the team would have long since fallen into panic and chaos. The Blood Clan could wipe them out with minimal cost.
That was why the transmigrator’s approach here worked especially well. They had already unraveled the dungeon’s traps one by one. Normally, testing these traps meant risking lives, but with the Pig Demon Nun on their side, the team didn’t have to worry about any mishaps.
“Tonight is the city defense battle. Tell everyone that if we can survive this night, we’ll basically be safe,” Samimi said.
“I’ll go inform everyone and urge them to give it their all,” Captain Frolro replied as she descended the stairs to spread the Demon-Hunting Nun’s words.
After Captain Frolro left the Tangta, Sensitivity River Knight quietly climbed up the embankment to find Samimi.
“Sister, we’ve hidden for so long. The enemy’s lines are stretched thin, but tonight you can make your move,” Samimi smiled.
“Really? I can attack now? You must have a reason, why?” The Pope’s Left Hand asked with many questions.
“I originally thought there would be a massive offensive last night, but they seemed reluctant, sending only low-level trash to test the waters all night. The trash is all dead now. Tonight they must launch a major attack, or they won’t get another chance,” Samimi explained.
“They are?” Sensitivity River Knight’s Left Hand expressed doubt.
“Blood kin, Blood Clan assassins, the power fragments left by the Queen’s frost strike. If we wipe them all out, we won’t have to worry about any threats behind us,” Samimi said.
“Rest assured, I won’t let the people depend on me in vain. No Blood Demon will dare cross my Left Hand,” the Pope’s Left Hand said firmly.
Though he still had his doubts deep down, he didn’t ask further, placing his trust in the Demon-Expelling Nun before leaving the outpost.
That was the plan. Samimi also wanted to explain why the Pope’s Left Hand could take action now—so they could discuss tactics, but since he didn’t ask, there was no point forcing the matter.
Samimi stood up and looked around the embankment.
She noticed a bright-haired, spirited young woman constantly watching the fat pig-headed Knight Qi Qiduo. It felt like they were hiding some secret.
Given Qi Qi’s keen senses, it was unlikely she hadn’t noticed being watched. But the watcher neither made a move nor revealed anything.
This was unlike Qi Qi’s usual straightforward style.
Her personality actually resembled Fabiana’s, a sharp woman with a thick skin, who said exactly what was on her mind without caring about others’ feelings.
Yet, they weren’t truly careless with words; if they said something reckless, they’d face consequences. Their tongues were extremely sharp and flexible, but always carefully measured.
How could someone make Qi Qi pick sides between two opposing factions? There was definitely something big going on.
Samimi was curious and kept observing.
At the same time, she noticed that Klose was also quietly guarding herself.
Ever since her identity was exposed, Klose kept appearing in various unexpected places.
For example, right now she stood atop the shield wall on the Tangta, her shadowy hooded figure lurking nearby. No one could see her face, but everyone knew she was shadowing the Demon-Hunting Nun.
The other team members didn’t know about the connection between Samimi and Klose; they assumed the little elven archer was simply protecting the Demon-Hunting Nun.
Klose truly didn’t hide her presence at all. While others observed covertly, she monitored openly.
But it didn’t matter this fit perfectly with the character of Arrow of Dream Klose.
One could say that if you didn’t see her, that was the real danger. Without her watching, one’s life could be in peril, she was always ready to shoot a surprise arrow.
As long as she didn’t provoke Klose or her former aides, everything was fine.
“Standing so high, aren’t you afraid of falling to your death, Long-Eared Pig? Still shamelessly asking me for salt while eating? What a glutton,” Samimi quietly grumbled in frustration.
But she noticed Klose’s hood twitching slightly, her killing intent thickening as if warning her to stop talking.
Elven hearing was exceptional. Their whispered words could easily be overheard.
Samimi sat down and quietly ate, only to find half of her food had already been eaten by Niubao.
“Niubao! How can you eat so much and not gain weight? Where does it all go? Do you have a hole in your stomach?” Samimi loudly complained. With this appetite, it was no wonder she got caught stealing food.
Klose watched the trusted Samimi on the rampart with an expression as calm and still as deep water, impossible to read what she was truly plotting.
However, the calmer the lake surface, the more violent the waves when stirred.
Nearby, the blonde elf artillery archer kept shrinking back nervously, avoiding eye contact with Qi Qi.
Qi Qiduo was clearly annoyed but didn’t say anything, just rubbing her arms.
“Why are you so afraid of me?” The blonde elf finally couldn’t hold back and asked.
“I’m Nancy. I think you might be a friend of my people. Can you take off your helmet so I can see?” the blonde asked abruptly.
“No,” Qi Qi immediately refused.
“Do you have some hidden agenda?”
“Exactly, but I won’t tell you, Long-Eared Pig.”
“I want to tell you a story.”
“I don’t understand.”
Then the conversation stalled with nothing more to say. It was utterly awkward.
But I learned that the level-5 elven archer’s name was actually Nancy. Yet, as an adventurer, she had no title?
Her name sounded so ordinary, not exotic at all. It felt strange.
Suddenly, Nancy turned coldly toward the fat pig-headed Knight and asked, “Are you a cursed elf who’s been cast aside?”