"Balichen, have you received the invitation too?" The middle-aged man with his left eye covered with an eye mask. The seemingly fierce middle-aged man looked at the young man walking in from the entrance of the veil.

The latter nodded politely, and at the same time handed over his sword to the attendant who was walking over, then took off his officer's flat hat and handed it to the servant who had been waiting on the other side: "Yes, everyone, have you also received the invitation?"

"Of course, in the tone of a foreigner, some of the nobles in China received invitations. Our Majesty and the Majesty in the north will be present in person. This is a grand meeting. Everyone, I seem to hear the locks of the treasury wailing, and the gold pounds in it are burning." The middle-aged man with a mustache and a smug of his hair was combing his hair. He stood in the crowd on the other side and said to the "colleagues" here.

"Come on, Lord Constantz, you civil servants think a lot." The young man smiled and shrugged: "Have you heard of the battle situation of Roland Vader, or have you seen the war report?"

"Of course, the foreigner caused nearly two million damage in a week. To be honest, when I first heard this news, I thought the scribe had written an extra 0. You also know that this convenient way of writing numbers had a unique wrong way." The middle-aged man called Constance said goodbye to his companions, and then walked over quickly: "I heard that the wise man of the Four Towers, the commander of the Dream Battle, the Grand Commander of Roland Wador and his family came."

"This is really an abduction. Lord Constance, who is the lover of Ms. Storm, the darling of the anonymous and the two mother gods, the strongest perpetrator of Mrs. Ella and his lover, the sage of the four towers, the annihilation of the evil gods' legion, the respected prince of the foreign land, and the Lord Marceau." The seemingly fierce middle-aged man smiled: "You can not take ordinary foreigners seriously, but you must understand that the disaster of the Tang people comes from their mouths, which makes sense."

"Haha, little Parker, don't scare our Lord Constantz." Another nobleman, who was obviously a civil servant, came over: "I have seen the heroes and princes in your mouth. To be honest, there is no arrogance at all. If it weren't for the repeated confirmation of the staff of the MI7, I really couldn't believe that there are such noble people in this world who are not arrogant."

"I heard that those little foreigners have explored countless planes, and as for us, the world is really unfair." The nobleman said this and turned his head to look at the entrance: "Okay, those little princes are here... they look like my niece, and my brother is such a... a guy that is difficult for me to speak of."

"To be honest, I think it's quite cute." Balik and his companions watched these high men walk into the lobby, and then he realized that the prince seemed not in the team.

"What accident happened?" someone muttered.

"It's not like an accident. If it's an accident, our Majesty's old housekeeper wouldn't be so interested." After saying that, Constantz turned his head to look at the seemingly fierce middle-aged man: "Pakrudolph, what do you think?"

"According to the staff of the MI7th Department, the commanders of the large battle groups of foreigners have gathered in the imperial capital recently. I think that one should have gone to see them." After saying that, the middle-aged man curled his lips: "In the words of foreigners, this is called not putting eggs in the same basket."

"I know investment, I know this. To be honest, there is no reason why foreigners look down on us aboriginal people. After all, we don't have the ability to project souls into this world like them." Constantz sighed, looking at his companions: "And foreigners do not have this or that concern, but to be honest, the new Edens' military strength is far from exhausted. I will not agree to let the two Majesties put the United Empire's army on the front line at this time. This is murder... By the way, Lockeqing, what do you think?"

"I don't agree either." The nobleman, who looked like a civil servant, nodded: "Even if it is just a battle that is less intense than half the intensity of the Battle of Roland Wador, we will pay astronomical prices. That is the amount of pension that will both the Ministry of Internal Affairs have a headache. Constantine's Finance Department will also have a headache about the list of pensions."

"That would be a list that would cause headaches if you think about it. The length alone is enough to drive many staff crazy. But I feel even more pitiful to the typists in the Military Affairs Department. If you just use your hands to type the list, it will definitely be a headache." Constantz looked at Balik: "Balick, what do you think."

"I do not agree with your philosophy. Not everything in this world can be measured by money, but I have to agree with you because our army is not ready yet. The battle of Roland Wador shows that any queuing or grouping into battle will only be blown into pieces by cannons or cluster bombs dropped by combat boats. We need to retrain our troops to adapt to this changing war." Balik sighed at this point: "According to the information I have obtained, the foreigners spent at least one year on preparation time and at least seven million pounds of ammunition for that war, and have not calculated the equipment and muskets brought by the warriors. Yesterday, the prince said something when he met the Prince of our Ministry of Military Affairs. The old man highly praised it."

"What words can be praised by that old prince?" asked the civil servant named Locke.

"War, war will never change, but the form of war will always change, this world is still this world, but this era is no longer the era when the nobles combined the pitchforks and peasants into a soldier."

"Yes, this is a good thing. No matter how many such soldiers there are, they can only waste the bullets and patience of those professional soldiers who are proprietary." Parker nodded in agreement.

"So, you need to train those soldiers to transform them from farmers to real soldiers? It's hard to believe that I can't believe you have such an idea. Even if those farmers train for a lifetime, they will never win a knight!" Constantz lowered his voice and said firmly.
Chapter completed!