Sicya spread out the note, his fingertips roaming the paper -

"Shia Street, located in a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, surrounded by shops on all sides, and there are three avenues leading to it——""Speak human language."

"......" Sicya was holding his breath and reorganized his words, " The street where the Shia’s Blood is located is a closed area, blocked by the Shia’s Blood to the north, so only a small corridor on the east and west sides and the main road to the south provide access."

He looked in all directions, found that no one noticed this place, sat down on the ground.

"Chief Noiad 's plan was to first send nearly a hundred of his men to infiltrate the stands on this street. He will then personally appear when Mr. Finland takes the stage and lead his troops to arrest him, in front of everyone's eyes."

I crouched down after him and looked at the plan he had wrote down.

"Why did you have to arrest him after the show started?"

"This ...... I don't know yet."

Sicya rubbed his hair helplessly and circled that spot on the paper in confuse.

"Probably to embarrass him, right?"

Pollyanna said innocently.

"......"

Sicya stuttered.

"Miss Pollyanna," I put my hand on her shoulder, " Your idea is really simple......"

She couldn't help but blush.

"What ...... what is it! It's not like that? Then why do you say it is? Isn't the point of catching him in front of so many people is to make him embarrass!?"

"...... Well, it makes sense."

Sicya reluctantly echoed.

"Shut up! Nerd!"

"Well, well, Miss Pollyanna with the wit and humor," Emile clapped her hands, "that's probably their plan, isn't it?"

"Well, all you have to do is stop Noiad from heading to the stands," Sicya rolled up the note and handed it to Emile, "As long as he doesn't go giving orders, none of the guards will do anything rash."

"Okay, we'll take care of the rest!" Emile promised, "Oh, by the way, that ...... Molly Ann ~"

she suddenly leaned onto my shoulder and passed a look towards me, making a shy look.

I instantly understood and grabbed her shoulders. "What's up ❤, ☆Respectful★ Miss Emile?"

"Nah......" she pointed her index fingers together, "Stop chatting already! I can't wait to watch the show with you!!"

"Then let's go to the stands hand in hand-"

"Really, you nerd, I want you to hold me ❤~"

"You Two ！！！！"

Pollyanna screamed in annoyance, startling the crowded crowd next to her to turn around and glance at her in unison.

"......"

She gestured her slender arm towards us, then wrapped her arm around Sicya's as if to practice what we just did.

"So, I'm counting on you guys, okay?"

Sicya bowed deeply towards us.

"You guys be careful ...... no," Pollyanna tried to remind us but felt that the tone was not quite right, "I mean, you guys, be careful."

“Alright, there's no need to dawdle," said Emile, taking my hand and leaping onto the roof. "We're going to find that Noiad. And when that old man is finished with his performance, it’s Molly and I’s turn. So make sure you all keep watch for us! "Well," Sicya waved at us, "I'm looking forward to it."

Emile took me and tumbled to the edge of the high chimney, looking for Noiad in the same position as he looked into the distance. "Emile, do you know any of that elf illusion magic?"

"No."

She replied firmly.

"...... ha!?"

Without any self-consciousness of being scared, she shouted excitedly towards a place.

"Ah! Found it!"

The sturdy Noiad, dressed in a standard white uniform, followed by Avata, the leader of the guard group that interrogated us before, and two other guards, came striding towards Shia's Blood, with only one or two hundred meters left.

"How will you be able to stop him if you can't even perform that illusion?”

"Illusion ......" Emile laughed lightly twice, then reached out to the void in front of her, "Ho-da."

She pulled out a huge sword that was two meters long and half a meter wide from her magic space.

Then viciously threw it at the feet of Noiad who was not far away -

"Dang ----"

A splash of dust and dirt flying.

"What!?"

Noiad's straight steps suddenly paused and shouted angrily."...... Very sorry ~"

A clear and penetrating voice came from the smoke and dust.

"......!?"

The smoke cleared -

Emile leaned over the giant sword that was deep in the ground, one hand on her knee, the other wrapped around my waist -

"This performance does not welcome someone who clearly has a bald head but still wears a wig and flaunts around like a pompous old man."