"Y-y-you … I-I-I …" Klaur glared at Meg as if he couldn't believe that Meg dared to speak to him like that.
What right did he have to be so arrogant in front of him after leaving Chaos City?!
What made him even more displeased was that the beauties didn't react to his warning and command at all!
"Don't be nervous, Uncle. Just say whatever you want to say before you go down," Amy said with a smile.
"We won't help you pass on your last words." Irina glanced at Klaur, and calmly said, "So, cut the crap. It's useless anyway."
"I …" Klaus choked, but he soon laughed coldly. He untied a long whip from his waist and cracked his neck. He looked at everyone and said, "It seems that if I don't make you suffer, you won't be able to figure out who's in charge here."
Mia and the rest all looked at Meg. They were going to the Falk Tribe to save Connie's brother. Whether they were going to endure this fellow's humiliation depended on Meg's plan.
"Father, is there still any use for this baddie to stay?" Amy asked Meg as she looked up at him.
"He's not as useful as this stupid eagle down there." Meg shook his head with a smile.
"Then, he's useless." Amy thought for a while before turning to Klaur with a bright smile. "Uncle, how do you want to land?"
"I want to teach you a lesson, you sharp-tongued brat!" Klaur raised the long whip in his hand, and was about to lash it at Amy.
"Since that's the case, I'll have to help you choose a fancy spiral face landing," Amy said seriously. She tapped the eagle's back with the tip of her foot, and the giant eagle, which was flying steadily, suddenly sank a little.
Amy's petite figure shot out, and did a spin in mid-air. Her right leg kicked Klaur's face in the same way and angle as Ugly Duckling.
Klaur's eyes widened, and a horrified expression appeared on his ugly face. Then, he quickly deformed under that petite foot. He had only just raised the whip in his hand.
"Whoosh —"
Crowe disappeared from the eagle's back almost instantly, falling head first like a spinning top.
The giant eagle was about three hundred meters above the ground. About ten seconds later, a muffled sound came from below, accompanied by the echoes of rocks falling down.
"Sir Crowe!"
The beast tamer riding the giant eagle exclaimed.
"Phew … I wonder if that baddie uncle is doing well." Amy landed lightly on the eagle's back and looked down.
"His life force is slowly weakening. He won't be able to live for much longer," Irina glanced down and said calmly.
"Little Mi has once again maintained world peace." Meg also calmly gave her a thumbs up.
He couldn't be bothered to suck up to that fellow during the journey, and it was even more impossible for him to get Irina and the rest to serve him. As Gary's insignificant confidant and a participant in the riot, getting rid of him before they reached the Falk Tribe wouldn't affect the progress of the plan.
When they reached the Falk Tribe, they could just find a random reason to brush him off.
That beast tamer looked at Meg and the rest in shock and fear, and said with a trembling voice, "You … You killed Sir Crowe!"
"He fell down himself. You should have seen it with your own eyes." Meg stood up and looked at that beast tamer with a smile. "Isn't that so?"
The beast tamer shuddered, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Meg as if he was looking at the devil, and nodded vigorously. "Yes … Yes … I saw it. It was Sir Crowe … He jumped down himself."
Meg still had a smile on his face. He nodded slightly, and said, "We are going to continue to the Falk Tribe now. Can you bring us there?"
"Yes! I will definitely be able to bring all of you to the Falk Tribe before nightfall. "The beast tamer quickly nodded.
"Very good. Let's continue then." Meg nodded.
"Yes." The beast tamer quickly turned back, and focused on speeding up the giant eagle. He didn't even dare to look back.
Irina glanced at Meg.
Meg shook his head slightly, and gestured for her to calm down.
Without Crowe, the beast tamer had completely become a tool. The atmosphere on the giant eagle became more relaxed, and it almost became a group outing for Amy's. Meg even took out the kitchenware, and started to cook in the sky.
…
In the Twilight Forest.
In a magnificent and tall stone hall, a tall orc with a conspicuous scar on his right eyebrow was sitting on the main seat. He looked at the orcs standing below with their heads lowered with a gloomy expression, and said, "You still haven't caught that lass Connie?"
"Chief, we have searched the entire Twilight Forest, and sent many people to look for her in Chaos City, but we still haven't found any traces of her. According to our judgment, she might have already died on the way. After all, she is famous for having no sense of direction. It's impossible for her to reach Chaos City successfully," a fat orc said.
"Yes, Chief. She doesn't know magic, and she's not good at cultivation. Even if she's still alive, she can't affect your powerful position, much less have the ability to influence the conferring ceremony. If she dares to appear at the conferring ceremony, we can even execute her and her brother together to completely stop those fellows from thinking about her," another tall and thin orc said.
Gary, who was sitting on the high seat, was silent for a while. The corners of his lips twitched, and he revealed a sinister smile. "Then, let's spread the news. I want to see if she will walk right into the trap for her dear brother and the few remaining family members she has left."
"Yes," the three orcs answered at the same time, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"How are the preparations for the conferring ceremony? All the orc tribes will send envoys to attend my conferring ceremony this time. We have to ensure that nothing goes wrong, and we don't embarrass me, "Gary continued to ask.
The venue for the conferring ceremony has already been arranged according to the specifications of the Aug Tribe's Chief Auster's conferring ceremony. I have already sent Klaur to Chaos City to invite Chef Meg from Amy's to be the chef for the banquet on that day. He should be on his way now, "the fat orc quickly answered.
"A chef from Chaos City?" Gary frowned.
"Yes. That chef won the title of the best chef at the Roth Empire's royal banquet. He is one of the best chefs in the world right now. There will definitely be no problem with him hosting the banquet," the fat orc said with a smile. The fat chef said with a bashful smile. This was the information he had gathered after much effort. It was not easy to find such a good chef.
"All of you will be rewarded once the matter is settled." Gary's gaze swept past those orcs who were already smiling in surprise, and he coldly said, "You know what will happen if you mess it up."
"Yes!"
The three orcs replied quickly, and shuddered at the same time.
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