As people who had seen Gawain's method, Mashu and Gudako still remembered it clearly until now.
"The Knights of the Round Table have been blessed with a different blessing by the Lion King than the Holy Grail, and Gawain's blessing is, as him name suggests, as long as he is there, it will always be daytime." Wu Ming explained.
So, even if Gudako and the others chose to attack at night, once they reached the holy city, after meeting Gawain, they would become daytime because of Gawain.
As the gatekeeper of the holy city, Gawain would basically never leave the gates of the holy city, so the chances of them meeting Gawain was 100%.
That's why Wu Ming said, it's better to wait until noon to attack.
"Then it's impossible." Hassan of the Hundred Faces said he understood.
"Once the villagers have relocated and settled down, we will spend another night recharging ourselves, and preparing a plan of attack at dawn."
Everyone nodded, and then began to move the villagers.
First let the villagers who had packed up their things gather in a rather empty place in the village, then Wu Ming walked to the center, waved his hand, and opened a black and purple ripple.
But this ripple was only the size of a person.
Immediately after, Wu Ming looked at Hassan of the Hundred Faces.
"Hassan of the Hundred Faces, come with me first."
After all, it was Hassan of the Hundred Faces' "home", so it was best if Hassan of the Hundred Faces returned to West Village to make arrangements.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded, she was not stupid, on the contrary, she had a bright mind, so she naturally understood Wu Ming's meaning.
Walking to the Gate, she adjusted his mentality, and Hassan of the Hundred Faces entered first.
Immediately after, Wu Ming looked at Hassan of the Cursed Arm and the others behind him.
"I will expand the Gate area later. When the time comes, you can start arranging for the villagers to enter."
Hassan of the Cursed Arm and the others all nodded, and then Wu Ming rushed forward and entered the Gate, disappearing completely.
...
In the blink of an eye, Wu Ming came to the quite familiar West Village.
"I will tell the villagers and let them prepare." After Hassan of the Hundred Faces finished speaking, she left Wu Ming as if she was running away.
It seemed that Hassan of the Hundred Faces was quite reluctant to be alone with Wu Ming.
After shrugging, Wu Ming also left the Gate, and he was going to Avant Heim to take a look.
Since Avant Heim was hovering vertically above the West Village, it wasn't difficult to find it.
When it came to the monitoring room in Avant Heim, Wu Ming sat down.
"This chair is very comfortable." Wu Ming patted the sofa chair he was sitting on, his face comfortable.
As if to make Wu Ming more comfortable, two wooden whiskers stretched out from the floor controlled by Avant Heim, like two hands, massaged Wu Ming's shoulders.
This made Wu Ming satisfied. .
"Okay, Avant Heim, I understand your kindness. What about Jibril?"
As Wu Ming finished speaking, a virtual screen appeared in front of him.
The picture above is Jibril, currently she is playing in the nearby mountains.
Jibril couldn't possibly be with the "monkeys", and there weren't many people here except for the village.
So Jibril could only console herself.
"This person…" Wu Ming looked at Jibril who caught the Soul Eater he had seen once in the picture, and he showed a helpless expression.
Jibril, don't you see the beast that's about to cry...
With the spell in Wu Ming's mouth, black and purple ripples appeared around him.
At the same time, on the big screen, black-purple ripples appeared under Jibril teasing the monsters, she naturally fell into the black-purple ripples and made a somewhat funny sound.
"Ugh——" Jibril emerged from the Gate beside Wu Ming and sat down.
"Ah? Master, you're back?"
Just as Jibril finished speaking, another shadow fell from the uncovered Gate, and fell straight into the arms of Jibril, who was sitting on the ground.
"Oh my little sweetie, are you following me too~" Jibril smiled, stroking the eyeless seaweed head of the Soul Eater.
Then, Soul Eater opened his mouth and didn't dare to make any sound.
As a Demon Beast, it had instincts of its own, which told it that this person toying with it was not someone to offend, and the person sitting on the chair there was even more difficult to offend. The Soul Eater resides in the "stomach" of a certain creature, the ground and walls around it also give off a strong sense of crisis.
"Then save it for you, remember not to let it run, and don't it hurt people." Wu Ming didn't really care about this frightened Soul Eater.
"Yes~Thanks to Master for being generous~" Jibril said to Wu Ming with a smile.
Then, Jibril also reacted.
"By the way, why did you suddenly come back, Master?" She rolled over and sat behind the Soul Eater, Jibril's legs swaying.
"East Village is exposed, and the residents of East Village will move out later." Seeing the West Village villagers summoned by Hassan of the Hundred Faces on the big screen, Wu Ming explained to Jibril.
"Nothing happened during my absence."
"Of course not, Master, Avant Heim's monitoring ability is very strong. It had been monitoring all within one kilometer of the village. As long as it finds any abnormality, it will tell me."
Wu Ming nodded, then thought about it carefully, and found something wrong.
"This means that lately, Avant Heim is really doing something, and you have been playing?"
In an instant, Jibril was left in a cold sweat.
"Ey?! No... how can that be, Master~ I'm also patrolling around the village, ahahaha..."
"Just kidding, I didn't expect you at all."
Even though Wu Ming was right, this sentence still made Jibril a little sad.
But it's a bit sad, just play with this Soul Eater.
With that in mind, Jibril looked at the Soul Eater shivering beneath it.
This made the Soul Eater, who felt the crisis, tremble even more, but was helpless.
The strong aura around it made it not dare to move at all.
Just as Wu Ming decided to go to the Gate below to expand the Gate, a new image suddenly appeared on the big screen.
A knight with a magic bow and long red hair came around the West Village.
"Tristan!?"