Ride and Cut

"One goes up and down, and now the gap between the two sides has long been widened." Buckland leaned his short and fat body on the back of the chair, and crossed his ten fingers on his chest. "Stuart chose to start the war at this time. To be honest, it is very unwise."

"Isn't Pompeii sure to win?" Li Cha's eyes narrowed.

"Not necessarily. If it's just Pompeii and Stuart, the question is relatively simple." Buckland, as a naturalist, has a common fault of cultured people's fondness for teasing, especially in him.

So the lord rolled his eyes, and insisted on not asking whether he lived or died.

The old white tiger chose the former between juggling knowledge and showing off, and continued on his own: "But there is San Jose in the south, and I will definitely not allow any party to easily occupy the magic crystal mine. Once the dispute between the two countries is involved in a third country, it will definitely become very complicated and complicated, especially if the third country wants to find a balance in the middle."

"Pompeii doesn't seem to be getting along well with Stuart and San Jose." As a businessman, Anne is sensitive enough to the current situation.

"Indeed." Buckland looked mysterious, "Let me tell you a real secret, the kind that few people know."

"Please speak." The lord sat upright, respecting the knowledge accumulated by an old scholar.

"A country called Utopia was established after Nero's rebellion. It was destroyed in the flames of war not long ago. This country is called Utopia." Buckland shook his head, showing off his historical knowledge.

"It's Pompeii." Li Cha said expressionlessly.

"You actually know?" Buckland couldn't help being very surprised.

According to his impression of the lord, a label of ignorance and incompetence will definitely not escape, will he know this ancient secret that has been deliberately concealed?

"To be honest, I don't know." The lord covered his face and rolled his eyes while sighing, "But... damn, look at your mysterious appearance, a fool can guess it."

"It's...really?" The old white tiger rubbed his nose and smiled mischievously.

"But I really didn't expect that Pompeii turned out to be the 'Remnant of Nero'."

"That's right." Buckland said more and more vigorously, "Pompeii is fundamentally different from Stuart and San Jose, so the relationship has always been tense."

The lord rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and after a while he said: "So that's the case, then the difference in the military system makes sense."

"What do you mean?" This time, Anne and Buckland looked at each other, talking about something irrelevant to the military system.

"Pompeii's large army system is easier to form combat power, suitable for the rebels to use their small ones to make a big fortune. For them, the self-respect of the generals is a question that they are only qualified to consider when they are alive." The lord held up the teacup and talked eloquently.

"And the small army system of San Jose and Stuart is conducive to maintaining the rule. It should be that Chengze has been in the human empire since ancient times. Combat power is not the most urgent thing for them."

"At the beginning, I thought there was no reason for this difference." The lord chuckled, "Sure enough, different military systems have their own origins, and they are all to meet different needs."

"It's really specialized in art!" Buckland applauded and sighed again and again, "Brilliant explanation, I have gained a little new knowledge, thank you Richard."

"Hey, look who's coming, the regiment leader of the brown bear roaring!" The lord stretched out his hand to build a shade over his eyes.

As the head of the legion, Hendra was under strict supervision that was absolutely in line with his strength. He was tied to a thick log cross by an iron chain, and was carried by a dozen leaders panting without touching the ground.

Buckland hurriedly resigned with Annie, and the possible bloody torture that would follow was not easy for them to accept.

"Untie him." The lord stepped on the chair with one foot and snapped his fingers.

A cold light flashed in mid-air, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, and the Hutt scimitar had been sheathed.

"What a handsome sword technique." Li Cha gave Hurt a thumbs up.

Hendra pushed away the fragments of the broken iron chain. He hadn't moved freely for a long time, so he staggered a few times and almost fell down. After being imprisoned for nearly two months, he looked at the lord's eyes obviously a little timidly, and he was no longer as vigorous as before.

"Mr. Legion Commander, you are already a dead man." Li Cha dropped his ass on the seat, and the inferior chairs produced by the two knife carpenters immediately began to creak. "I know you must think that I am bored to scare you. It is a pity that the Lord is just stating a fact without any subjective judgment."

Hendra looked at the ground without saying a word. This period of prison life made him feel relieved and silent.

If it was two months ago, he might have refuted, made a generous statement, or dismissed it, but now he just wants to bow his head and count the ants.

"Come, come, look at this." Li Cha grabbed the upside-down parchment on the table and gave it to Hurt, who then handed it to Hendra.

As an aristocrat who once served as the head of the legion, Hendra was no stranger to official documents, let alone Stuart's official documents.

"Stuart actually declared war on Pompeii?" His voice was hoarse, as if sand was rubbed between two wooden boards.

"What you should be concerned about is that you are 'dead'!" The lord said angrily.

"Yeah, I'm 'dead', I was abandoned." Hendra scratched the hair on the top of his head that had grown wildly for two months and was like dry grass, as if a bone had been pulled out, the whole person suddenly slumped down, his face was full of loss and it was hard to hide it.

"Very good, it seems that we have at least reached a consensus." Richard winked at Hutt, who immediately understood and drew a knife across the side of Hendra's neck.

With the cold iron on the skin, Hendra shrank his neck obviously, and raised his hands above his head without hesitation.

"You'd better know something that interests me, otherwise..." The lord leaned back in his chair and sneered twice, without saying anything.

"I..." Of course Hendra didn't want to die, but he really didn't know what could keep him alive. In most cases, it is undoubtedly recognized that the most valuable thing is physical property. The problem is that you can't count on it now.

Whether the news is valuable or not is a very subjective question, and it is far from being as popular as gold.

"Don't try to fool me, you only have one chance to speak, be satisfied or die."

Hendra hesitated for a long time before tentatively speaking:

"I... I know the whereabouts of an artifact."

Li Chaan sat firmly on the chair, didn't even bother to move his buttocks, and laughed out loud.