Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Fisman was very depressed. He was the one who got hurt by the trouble caused by the intelligence personnel.

That would be fine, but the parliament paid great attention to it, and the plan to sneak away failed completely.

He was the only one who was unlucky.

Even if he killed all the intelligence personnel who caused the trouble, he could not make up for his losses.

Fisman knew that if nothing unexpected happened, someone would come to talk to him soon.

Sure enough, the liaison officer from the parliament came again.

Such a long time was enough for them to read and interpret the report submitted by Fisman over and over again a hundred times.

Fisman's little thoughts were obvious, but this was a small trick within the rules, and no one could question it.

So there was no questioning, and no hysterical roaring.

The liaison officer even took the initiative to admit his mistake: "Thank you for the intelligence provided by the general before, but it's a pity that we didn't find the problem in time.

For the casualties of the officers and soldiers on the front line, the parliament paid high respects. Don't worry about the subsequent pensions, general, all will be in accordance with the highest standards."

This is a gesture of goodwill, otherwise the pensions will definitely be in accordance with the prescribed minimum standards.

Fishman needed such an attitude, and the parliament also tried to express a friendly attitude.

Then, he got to the point: "The co-senators have set off and will go to meet His Highness Gwen as quickly as possible, hoping to discuss all topics about gods, the origin of life and the future together.

General Fishman, I hope you will remember the honor of the country, the nature of a soldier, and strive to fight for the future of the country to the end."

After swallowing a big pancake, Fishman felt full.

He was surprised by the reaction of the parliament. The co-senators were equivalent to the cabinet members of the Blue Star Federation and the direct controllers of actual power.

The arrival of all people of this level clearly shows the attitude of the mixed-blood scale civilization.

Fishman felt too decisive. Shouldn't it be done step by step?

This radical style of behavior was very unfriendly to him.

But in the face of power, he had no capital to refuse.

"I understand. I will collect intelligence as soon as possible and prepare for the arrival of the co-senators." Fishman bowed his head.

The liaison officer was very satisfied. General Fishman was very sensible, which was an excellent quality.

For the country and civilization, no one should be above the national civilization.

In return, the liaison officer told Fisman very bluntly: "General, the joint parliamentarians have passed the draft on your promotion to the national marshal. You will be the new national marshal as long as the parliament approves it."

For the mixed-blood scale tribe, individuals cannot be above civilization, but for individuals who have made outstanding contributions, it will not be disheartening.

Fisman looked grateful: "Thank you for the trust of the parliament. I will be ready as soon as possible."

The liaison officer hung up the call, and then Fisman's face returned to calm.

In the past, it was his dream to become a marshal.

But now, he has changed his dream.

"Parliament, parliament, just a group of ordinary people, why should I be awarded the title of marshal?"

Fisman himself didn't know that he had been affected.

The concept from the Church of the Fallen Angels has taken root.

As I said before, the butt determines the head.

Now he is an evolver, and naturally he will not forget this advantage of his.

Otherwise, if he was a dog to the Council before evolution and still a dog to the Council after evolution, wouldn't he have evolved in vain?

Do you really think that evolution is risk-free? Those alienated people probably have something to say.

Originally, he planned to grow for a while and then try to get the truth.

But now there is no time.

Fishman set off decisively, regardless of the fact that it was still night, and came to the branch of the Church of Fallen Angels.

He did not come to visit Gwen, but found Klein hiding in the utility room on the first floor.

The latter did not feel wronged at all, but was very proud.

Hiding in the utility room every day to study the truth of the world was very fulfilling for him.

When he saw Fishman, Klein had just finished praying quietly.

He looked at this mixed-blood scale tribe vigilantly, regarding the other party as his biggest competitor.

"What are you doing here?" Klein asked.

"I'm here to seek cooperation." Fishman replied.

However, Klein did not want to cooperate with him and directly refused: "Sorry, I don't think there is a possibility for us to cooperate."

Klein's refusal was within Fisman's expectations. He held the door with his hand to prevent Klein from closing it, and then quickly said: "All the co-members of our parliament are on their way. They can mobilize the resources of an entire civilization and can easily crush us. You will soon lose your competitiveness."

Klein really stopped closing the door and stared at him with red eyes: "It's all the trouble caused by you, a bastard."

"I'm sorry!" Fisman admitted his mistake very openly, and then defended himself: "But this is inevitable. What we have to do now is to seize the initiative first. You need to tell me... the truth."

"I don't need allies," Klein sneered: "Thank you for the information you brought, I will speed up the action."

Although he said so, he did not take any further action.

"Yes, but more allies mean more chances of winning. I can help you temporarily." Fisman said sincerely.

Klein was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Come in!"

Fisman squeezed in sideways. In the small room, the mattress was thrown directly on the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Klein could have moved to the house next door, but he stubbornly stayed here.

Fishman remained calm. He glanced around and saw Klein's dense notes and various objects on the table.

"Fisman... I know what you're thinking, but the gift of the gods is hard to obtain." Klein pointed out Fishman's little thoughts.

Fishman frowned: "Before..."

"That was your baptism of rebirth. Evolution is the beginning of our new life. The gods bless us." Klein broke Fishman's fantasy.

If you want to be as powerful as the knights of the day, you can't just bless them casually.

This method of becoming stronger directly was denied, but Fishman was not discouraged. Since the gods exist, he should be above ordinary people.

He looked at Klein. The other party was able to let him in, so obviously there was a way to let him gain power.

Fishman guessed correctly. Klein hesitated for a moment and took out the Bible.

"The answer may be here!"

"Bible?" Fishman showed an interested look.