Two small battles that took place in the Wasteland and Tiefeng County on the same day came to an end on the same day.

In the wilderness, black-clad Qingqi escorted cattle, sheep, horses and carts full of trophies on their return journey.

In Shouzi Port, civilian notices were plastered all over the streets and alleys, and the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment methodically cleaned the battlefield, buried the dead, screened prisoners, and seized supplies. The residents of the town walked out of their homes hesitantly and uneasily, curiously and secretly looking at the "rebels and rebels" singing triumphal songs.

Although the two places are separated, the two armies are filled with the same joy and laughter.

However, Winters was not able to enjoy the victory with his men. After delivering the cavalry to Major Seiber, Winters traveled day and night back to Gevaudan.

There were two other important guests waiting for him.

"No matter how unpopular the old guy Adams is, he is still the recognized commander-in-chief of the New Reclamation Army. Without the support of the United Provinces, how could Grove Magnus dare to attack him?"

When the Maple Stone City Incident was mentioned, Colonel Bode was still angry. He punched the table, his empty sleeves swinging back and forth.

"Hypocritical federal people! Despicable federal people! Greedy federal people! They talk about unity and unity, but they are holding an iron bit in their hands! Those ambitious wolves have even dreamed of trying to conquer Plato. Become the next Varn and Monta!" The colonel gave Winters a look and asked angrily: "You don't know yet, do you? Grove Magnus - or the man behind the poisonous snake The people from the United Provinces have been secretly planting nails in Plato for a long time! There are even spies supported by them in the newly cultivated land, in Tiefeng County, and in Shovel Harbor northwest of where we are sitting now!"

Having said too many words in one breath, Colonel Bode coughed violently.

He waved his hand to prevent his entourage from coming forward to serve. He held the edge of the table with one hand. After his breathing stabilized, he raised his head and looked at Winters: "They have been planning to annex Plato for a long time. The blood of Maplestone City is just a At the beginning. If the entire new land falls, your little utopia will not survive."

Colonel Bode sighed and said, "White Mountain County can send troops to help you pull out the nails in Shovel Harbor."

"The friendly forces in Baishan County are willing to help. I would be very grateful." Winters poured a glass of warm water for Colonel Bode: "However, the Shovel Harbor bandits surrendered yesterday."

"Although the Terdun tribes suffered heavy losses in last winter's plundering, they are far from the point where the ice collapsed and were completely destroyed. At least those Terdun tribes that did not participate in the winter plundering still retain a considerable degree of strength. .”

Major Meier—the messenger representing the Kings Keep and Maplestone City—stated the situation slowly.

There were four people present: Major Meyer and Major Nievitz, the envoys of the Castle of the Kings; Captain Winters Montagne, the "Garrison Officer" of Tiefeng County and Captain Montagne's "personal priest".

The major didn't understand why the other party insisted on involving a priest in the negotiations, but he didn't care.

His body was slightly tilted back and half leaning on the back of the chair. Although he kept a polite smile on his lips, his body language conveyed a kind of arrogance that was far away from anyone:

"Reliable intelligence shows that a barbarian warlord named Chi Lian is rising in the Great Wasteland. The barbarian warlord publicly launched the banner of revenge for the barbarian chief who roasted the fire, in order to unite the divided Teldun tribes. If nothing unexpected happens, this autumn, There will be a great plunder - a great plunder against Tiefeng County."

Major Meyer asked in a compassionate tone: "By then, can Iron Peak County survive again?"

After waiting a moment, he said, "You need our help."

"Thank you for your concern." Winters replied calmly: "But the body of the barbarian warlord 'Chi Lian' you mentioned is right outside the city - as for the head, I threw it on the wasteland."

"Captain Montagne." Major Meyer sat upright with his knees upright, showing a little respect: "You need to understand that whether it is the Arpad rebels in Jiangbei or the rebels in the new land who are ready to move, they are bound to move towards Destruction. Not because the Great Council of Kings Castle is the only legal government in this country, but because the Great Council controls the largest population, largest land, and richest city in the Republic - these are the reasons why she will surely win. "

"The war will eventually end. The key is..." The major paused and looked at Winters: "Become a winner, not a loser."

Major Meyer has a bright tongue and is good at teaching:

"At the moment, the Republic is in the process of employing people. She is in urgent need of officers like you who have received a complete academic education, have rich experience, and have outstanding military exploits. Arpad's rebellion destroyed the Republic's original military system, but it also meant that As a result, a large number of positions originally held by the 'Blue Bloods' have been vacated. How coveted is this for a capable officer?"

"War is the best ladder for promotion, and the road ahead is a thoroughfare. If you still want to return to the establishment of the republic, then now is the best opportunity - we will never offer you better conditions than now. .”

"Think about your subordinates and their future. Don't you want to rid them of their status as rebels and allow them to return to the orthodox republican system? Don't you want them all to be eventually hanged for treason?"

"Think about your family again. They are still waiting for you in Veneta. If you want to return to Veneta, the Republic can also provide you with an unimaginable bonus and send you out of the country as a school officer. And promise that your men will not be held accountable for their crimes afterwards.”

"If you want to stay in Plato, the Republic will never have any prejudice against you because of your Veneta origin - judging the merits of people by their place of origin and bloodline is exactly the tradition that Blue Rose is most passionate about."

"To be honest, I was once full of anger against the Republic, but I finally understood that violence and rebellion can only lead to bitter fruits and have no meaning. Only by becoming a part of the Republic can it be possible to truly change her from the inside out. "

After offering various generous prices, Major Meyer picked up the porcelain cup and lightly traced the rim of the cup with his fingertips: "Think carefully before making a decision, Captain Montagne."

"What?!" Colonel Bode stared: "Do you want to side with those poisonous snakes, evil wolves, treacherous and shameless slaves of the United Provinces?"

"So?" Winters, who was sitting in the armchair, almost half-lying down, put his boots on the table very boldly: "Which one of them is lying?"

"I don't know." Carman rolled his eyes.

Winters asked with great interest: "Don't you have the magic to see through lies? Or do you think there are necessary prerequisites for the use of magic?"

Kaman snorted and sneered. He had mastered how to deal with it: "They didn't lie. Believe it or not."

"I believe it." Winters stretched tiredly, looked around, and said with emotion: "I almost forgot what this chair feels like."

The room the two of them were in was none other than the original "Resident Officer's Office" of the Gévaudin garrison, which was also the office that theoretically belonged to Winters.

It's a pity that Winters probably doesn't use this office as much as he uses the toilet.

However, this office remained the same as when he left it for the last time: a ruler and two charcoal pencils were thrown on the desk, the armchair was casually placed in the space under the desk; the curtains were half down and half up. The painted chess pieces placed on the windowsill have been drying for an unknown amount of time.

Although the office had not been used for a long time, the furnishings were still spotless and someone had obviously cleaned it regularly.

Kaman walked to the window sill of the office, picked up a chess piece and looked at it - the thumb-sized piece of wood was carved into the shape of a horse's head. Although it was not exquisite, it was very expressive.

"That's right." Kaman tried his best to pretend to say it casually, and said very stiffly: "Brother Saul has been picked up."

"Picked it up?" Winters was a little surprised: "Did the Alliance Magic Combat Bureau come so quickly?"

But Winters reacted immediately. He took off his boots from the table, sat up straight, and asked, "Isn't it the Magic War Bureau?"

Kaman's Adam's apple twitched, and he picked up another castle chess piece and concentrated on appreciating the knife skills.

"Who picked it up?"

Kaman said nothing.

Winters thought for a while and tried to ask: "The Holy See?"

Kaman still didn't speak.

"Inquisition?" Winters began to try answers one by one: "St. Michael's Monastery? Reformation Order..."

"Don't interfere anymore. This matter is over." Kaman cleared his throat and begged earnestly: "I would be very grateful if you could pretend that you have never seen Brother Saul."

"What's the use of just pretending that I haven't seen Brother Saul?" Winters was so angry that he laughed: "What about Father Edmund of Gevaudan Cathedral? He also knows about Saul's existence, and it's him. It’s not me who wants to burn Saul to death. What, you killed him too?”

Kaman stared at the chess pieces and said nothing.

Smiling, Winters suddenly stopped smiling. He asked in disbelief: "Did you get rid of him?"

"I don't know anything." Carman hummed in a low voice, "I was with you in Monta."

"Brother Carman!" Winters slammed the table and warned seriously: "You have sworn an oath of honesty! You are a priest, you cannot lie."

"I never swore an oath of honesty." Kaman threw the chess piece to the window sill angrily: "Believe it or not."

"You don't understand, if the Reformation Order exists, we can completely cooperate." Winters walked towards Kaman and said eagerly: "I fully support the idea of ​​the Reformation Order. If the world is the work of God, then read this book Aren’t works the best way to get close to God? I..."

Halfway through the words, the voice suddenly stopped - Winters suddenly fell into silence.

Only the breathing of two people could be heard in the office. Kaman looked at Winters in confusion, but Winters made a "silence" gesture.

Winters closed his eyes and listened.

About five seconds later, his eyes suddenly widened with horror: "It's over!"

"What's wrong?" Kaman was even more curious.

Winters rushed to the window sill and explained quickly: "It's Senior Mason! I heard Senior Mason's footsteps!"

Kaman laughed dumbly: "When did you learn to identify people by their voices?"

"Others can't." Winters roughly swept the chess piece off the window sill: "But Senior Mason can."

He opened the window, stretched out his head to take a look, and said desperately to Carman: "No, there is a stone slab below! And... I am afraid of heights."

"What's wrong with you?" Kaman looked at Winters, who was running around the room like a frightened kitten, and felt more and more confused: "This is Senior Mason, not an adjudicator - not a killer, you What are you afraid of?"

"What is a 'Judge'?" Although he was in an extremely nervous state, Winters was still keenly aware of Kaman's slip of the tongue, but at this time he could no longer care to examine it in detail: "Assassin? I would rather come here as a killer. !At least I can still resist!"

He first tried to hide under the table, but the space under the table was too small. So he turned to the filing cabinet, but the filing cabinet had even less space.

Behind the curtain?

No, the boots will be exposed.

Hanging outside the windowsill?

Not to mention, how unbecoming is it to see a dignified tribune hanging outside the window like a lover caught in adultery!

Winters' preference for a simple furnishing style harmed him—an office with only a desk and a filing cabinet had nowhere to hide.

Winters gritted his teeth, tiptoed to the door, and... locked the door as quietly as possible.

The office door also had a small latch, and Winters lowered it.

The footsteps coming from the corridor became clearer and closer, and even Kaman could hear the sound of military boots.

Winters raised his finger and made a "please stop talking" gesture.

Kaman rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, held his breath, and entered a quiet state of meditation.

Finally, the footsteps stopped outside the door. Then the door handle began to tremble, apparently someone outside was twisting the handle.

After twisting it for a few times, the person outside the door seemed to give up.

But before Winters could breathe a sigh of relief, the crisp sound of the key clashing came from outside the door, then the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole, and then the sound of the lock cylinder rotating.

The door lock was unlocked and the door handle began to tremble again.

Winters felt like he was being pardoned, and exhaled a long breath slowly and easily, his breath even trembling because of his excitement.

Fortunately, there is a latch!

Then, he saw a small shiny iron piece sticking out from the crack of the door...

Before he could recover, the small piece of iron moved upward deftly, and the door latch was lifted.

The door opened.

Richard Mason stood outside the door holding a thick envelope of documents.

"Winters?" Mason asked in surprise, "You're back?"

The violent storm he imagined did not appear, and Senior Mason was still so amiable. Winters felt like crying: "I came back a few days ago..."

"Oh, I know." Mason said with a smile: "But you didn't go back to Gevaudan."

"The military situation was urgent." Winters said sternly, "So I went directly to Wolf Town."

"I know." Mason took out a letter from his arms and shook it in front of Winters: "You wrote me a letter."

The letter was not big, and there was a crooked line of text written on it [Senior, I went to Wolf Town].

"Father Carman, it turns out you are here too." Only then did Mason notice Carman pretending to be dead in the corner of the room.

Kaman sensed something was wrong and decided to abandon Winters without hesitation: "Yes, but I'm leaving now."

"Wait, there is something else!" Winters stepped in front of Kaman, not letting Kaman escape, and said quickly: "By the way, senior, I have already talked with Colonel Bode and the envoy of Red Rose. Passed. Red Rose wants to recruit us to contain local troops in various counties that may rebel at any time. As for Colonel Bode - I can now confirm that they will definitely raise troops, but the time is not clear, but Baishan County should be there in……"

Mason held the document bag, listened carefully, and responded with "hmm".

When Winters finished all the negotiations and had nothing more to say, Mason began to speak: "You can discuss these matters with Bud when he comes back from Lower Tiefeng County. No matter what you decide, , I support you all. As for Andre...you don’t have to worry, he will only support you more firmly than me."

"Thank you, Senior Mason." Winters solemnly thanked you sincerely and guiltily, but he was still a little uneasy, so he asked with a guilty conscience: "Then...do you have anything else?"

"Me?" Mason was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, and raised the thick document bag in his hand: "During your absence, a lot of things happened in Tiefeng County, some need you to understand, some need you to review, and some You need to make a decision—I’ve sent it all to you.”

"Okay, I'll look at it now!" Winters happily took the file bag, untied the rope and asked casually: "Is that all?"

"These?" Mason smiled: "These are just catalogs."

After saying that, he clapped his hands.

At the end of the corridor, two clerks came out pushing a cart.

[Catch up! ]

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[When exchanging conversations, you may need to think about the composition of two people exchanging words in the distance...]

[Compared with the Battle of Shovel Harbor, the style of this chapter is a bit more daily, but...Senior Mason deserves a daily article. From today on, Senior Mason can proudly and Anna be called "the two people who can make blood wolves afraid", and they can exclusively enjoy the title of "the man who can make blood wolves afraid\

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