"Good strategy!"
Megan slightly bent her body, nodding in response.
Without Gol needing to give instructions, Quid, who was standing not far away, quickly responded.
"Leader, Quid will arrange it immediately."
"This time we will definitely break the church and utterly destroy it!"
Gol pondered for a moment and then dismissed.
"Go quickly!"
Quid responded again and turned to leave the camp.
As he was leaving, Quid couldn't help but cast a deep glance at Megan.
Clearly.
This voluptuous woman, whose curvaceous body inspired desire and a ruthless desire to lash out.
Was far more cunning and ruthless than she appeared.
Watching Quid's back vanish into the distance, Megan withdrew her gaze and looked at Gol sitting on the wooden chair again.
"Brother, Megan believes that to prevent any mishaps, we must quicken the pace of attacking the church!"
Gol raised an eyebrow, directly facing Megan, and inquired.
"Why?"
