He quickly adapted to the intellect from hell.
After his optimization and rearrangement, the group of people seemed to have more things to carry. Of course, in reality, such extra items did not exist. Everyone still had things that satisfied their personal needs, so the load would eventually be filled up.
"Set up two supply points. If Giles comes back early, he can help replenish them. This will reduce our pressure by a lot. Do you think there are any other problems? "
Turasden shook his head. He had witnessed the structure and implementation of the optimization algorithm with his own eyes, so he knew he could not give any opinions. Of course, he could say that some of the "weights" could be improved, and some of the "data" was not perfect … but these would only make the results more accurate, not more "correct." What they wanted was a reliable and measurable estimate, not a precise prediction of everything that would happen in the next month.
"Reynolds, I … Is this the power of numbers that Lord Snowy Owl talked about?"
"Of course not. Numbers have no power, but thinking does." Reynolds moved his gaze away from the list and scanned the kitchen and the large storeroom that was used for storage. "Turasden, what other good things do we have here? We have been away for a month, so we need to find some fun to relax. "
"There is a lot of wine, and some of them are quite good aged. Someone gave them to Lord Snowy Owl in the past, but after he became completely deaf, he was afraid that drinking would affect his eyes, so he stopped drinking."
Reynolds shook his head. His soul did not know how to taste wine, so he did not feel much pleasure from it. His body had been tormented by alchemy potions in the past, so when he drank, he felt like he was drinking medicine. Many alchemy potions used wine as a solvent, so the taste would not disappear.
"We also have a few bottles of honey here. This is good stuff. As long as the lid is properly closed, it will not spoil for decades." Turasden spoke with great familiarity, and then mentioned a dozen other things that had been kept here but that Reynolds did not know about.
"What's in the box over there? There's a lot of dust on it. It looks like it's been there for many years? "
"Oh, it's not food in there. A few years ago, many raging bears suddenly appeared in the Sunset Mountains. They were very aggressive and very smart, so they posed a great threat. The things in there are used to catch bears. " Turasden scratched his head. "Later, after everyone's efforts, the number of raging bears decreased sharply, and those specially made things became useless. Lord Snowy Owl said that if we need to forge equipment in the future, we can melt those things and use them. "
"Bear catcher? Unfortunately, he wasn't here to catch griffins. Bears can't fly … "Reynolds said that it was a pity, but he still moved over.
"Reynolds." Tulasden suddenly stopped him. "I'll go prepare the items according to the list on the blackboard. You can walk around here by yourself. Just don't break any jars. Also, write down what you took so that I can make a final tally. "
"Sure, sure, sure. No problem." Reynolds waved his hand. "I don't have anything else to do. See you tomorrow morning?"
Bain nodded, and the two of them split up.
The Ice Peak Fortress was located on a cliff. To the west were mountains and to the east were low hills and plains. Therefore, the nights were always early, but the mornings were very punctual. When the orange-yellow sunlight shone from the edge of the horizon and pierced through the dark gray clouds, a group of five people and two horses was ready to set off.
"Renault, don't you have an appointment with Lady Paladin? When can she come? " Tron breathed hard in the cold morning air, as if this could calm his anxious mood a little. Then, he asked and answered his own question. "Paladins don't lie. She must have been delayed by something …"
Reynolds was silent in response. Then, he yawned loudly.
"Reynolds, you look terrible. The dark circles under your eyes look like you've been punched. Didn't you sleep last night? Too nervous? "
"Do you talk too much when you're nervous?" Reynolds smiled. He was very tired, but he had a confidence that Tron couldn't understand. "I meditated on the top of the tower last night, constantly thinking about this mission. I was so engrossed that I didn't sleep at all. This is definitely not nervousness, but … concentration! "
"All right. Anyway, it won't be like this when we actually start the mission. You have to rest and come back quickly, because we all have our own duties. " Tron glanced at the silent Gallie, then said, "At most, we have to wait until the sun completely rises above the ground, and then we have to set off."
"Someone's coming, someone's coming," Tulasden said.
Ream Gary Quasi Inspector, a man who could get a word count just by writing his name once, walked towards the morning sun.
Four of the five members of the Griffin Hunting Group snorted in unison. Only Tulasden couldn't help but fart a little. For this, he was very sorry.
"I wish you a successful mission and a successful return." Rem yawned as he spoke, then inhaled the fresh morning air deeply into his lungs. "The temperature is starting to drop. Have you all brought warm clothes?"
"Let's talk about something practical." Gallie rubbed his nose with his left hand, then blew an old booger on the ground. "When will the food for the winter in Icepeak Fortress be distributed?"
"Soon, very soon. When you come back with the heads of the griffins, it will be distributed," Rem said with a smile. "The Church's fortress defense line has been too peaceful in recent years, so it has suffered a lot of misunderstandings. Those nobles are staring at us like hungry wolves, their minds full of conspiracies and fantasies of the Church amassing troops to kill them. So, we have to use practical results to convince them. The best way is to use the heads of monsters. "
"If you have the heads, you will be rewarded. If you don't, you will be punished." Rem's gaze swept across everyone, then met Reynolds's eyes. He stopped, but continued, "Let me give you an example. If someone slacks off during a mission, hiding in the mountains and forests to waste time, turning their duty into a walk, then this is a lie and blasphemy to the Goddess. For such a person, the punishment will follow like a shadow. "
Reynolds looked at Rem and suddenly felt that he was very handsome. It was the kind of handsomeness that made people angry when they saw him, the kind that made them want to break his nose and help him become a normal person again. He really wanted to put his thoughts into action, but he was afraid that he was not Rem's match in terms of strength. Although Rem's intelligence and knowledge would definitely crush him, there was no way to compare! People like Rem would only fight in areas they were familiar with, and would not accommodate others.
"Quasi Inspector," Gallie licked his teeth, rolled his eyes, and said with an almost inhuman expression, "Please help us pray to the Goddess that we can find the griffins and kill them.
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