"Okay, this is a strategy meeting." Upon entering the spacious dining room, Gannard began to take control of the room as a matter of course. It is his bad habit that has become so accustomed to the field that he does not dismiss anyone before that. Because ... it would be reasonable to let the experienced person handle the discussion, but not everyone is convinced.

Darten had a slightly disgusted face as evidence of that, but with just a light tongue he sat straight into his seat. There are complaints in the mountains, but it is no wonder that I can not leave my brother Kouders, but I will tell who will partition instead, as that Kudels is like a war criminal in this case. Because there is no alternative.

"Now, let's start by examining the characteristics and strengths of the opponent." "Then, this document ..." Kudells responds to Gunnard's request, and offers a single document from the side. It describes the characteristics of a watermelon farmer who attempted a rebellion.

At that moment, Gunnard's jaw pops off and he silently shows the material to the next Sanatoria. Sanatoria also sighed, creating deep wrinkles between her eyebrows.

"What is this, what is this?" "Oh, that is" The figure of the enemy that was drawn as an illustration in the material ...

The same word spills out of their mouths after reading through the "gorillas" document. The other day, plant weapons are probably the ones that built this creature on its base. However, as you can see, the size is about 2m, which is somewhat smaller than plant weapons.

"I'm worried that I can win a little bit." "And there's hundreds of them over there?" Darten is just shaking his head. Then Kudels began to talk about the trouble, as if he were going after the situation.

"If you want to fight the watermelon farmer, there is something to be said now. If you fight this creature, don't forget that your opponent is a plant. "What is it?" "Because plants are ambiguous because of the distinction between head and limbs ...", but then. Sounds like alarms sounded all over the site. At the same time, Kudels's mouth tightens as if he were nervous.

"What happened, Kuders?" "What happened?" While the surroundings asked, "Kuders" silenced once and answered the question, choosing words.

"It looks like he's set up from the other side." At that moment, the tension is running on the faces of other faces.

No one has heard that someone has set up the device. Because this is a subspace created by Kuders to study agriculture. Nobody from outside can get here without his forgiveness.

"Don't worry. We'll send the watermelons in this settlement as soldiers, so you can repel them immediately."

"Don't say stupid. He came out from behind. I'll give you a courteous welcome!" A red-haired young man stopped shortly after he smiled on his mouth like a cat who found his prey. Start running. After all, he was a natural combat mania.

"Oh, wait, Sanat-san! I still have to explain!" Jumps out of the room. As he disappeared beyond the door, Kudels wandered with his outstretched hand and his presence, muttering himself with Bosori.

"It's unpleasant. In this way ..." "I ask, is that creature so strong?" Adelia asked questions of Kuders' sinister muttering. Kudels then immediately denies "No." There is no lie or comfort in the tone.

"Because it is not for combat, it is for farm work. The fighting power is not as good as Sanat. Because it can not be as good as it is, we may have launched a surprise attack before we worked out this way." Adelia relieves her chest. But Kuders continued.

"But the other party is a plant. If you can't be aware of it, you'll probably be careless and injured, because if you don't know how to kill, you won't die."

Perhaps no one understands the full meaning of the words Kudels said in this context. But only that conclusion was surely conveyed. -Danger is imminent for Sanatoria.

"I'll follow you." Gunnard stood with a tongue, followed by Elder.

"Can you ask Mr. Darten? Please follow me." Then the fighting god shrugs his shoulders, and stands up silently. The worst can be avoided as long as he has a substandard fighting power.

Eventually, the sound of swords began to echo from afar.