The middle-aged man waiting for Winters in this small room was the husband of Winters' mother's sister. At the same time as Winters' father, Winters' close relative, Antonio Serbiati.

"I just said how could the customs know everything!" Winters cheered in his mind. He thought he was going to go to the Great Suppression, but now he found that he was just a "visitor" and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The guard leader who brought Winters here bowed respectfully and left the small room.

The heavy wooden door was closed screaming, and only the uncle and nephew were left in the hut.

Antonio strode over happily and hugged Winters tightly, rubbed his hair, and sincerely sighed: "Boy, look at you! You are so manly now! You are so carved out of the same mold as your father when he was young. I even thought it was the god who brought me back twenty years ago and let me see your father walk in from outside the door."

Uncle Winters' tone was low and mellow, with six points of joy and four points of sadness.

Winters became sentimental by his uncle's emotions, but on the other hand, he got goose bumps all over his body due to this sudden intimate behavior.

The six-year closed boarding boys' school life had a profound impact on his personality. He was not a family member at the same time, and men would not express emotions in such a close way - men did not communicate emotions at all.

So Winters, who left the ivory tower of the military academy, was very uncomfortable with this intimate body language. In Antonio's eyes, Winters was still the child who was pestering him to learn swordsmanship, but what Winters felt now was more embarrassed and helpless.

"Is Cosa okay? Is my sister okay? Are the general and the young general okay?" Winters quickly tried to use words to get rid of his uncle's arms "claw-shaped offensive".

"Everyone is very good, everyone misses you very much." Antonio let go of his arm, rubbed his eyes with his palm, sucked his nose again, and seemed to have not come out of his sadness: "Let's sit down and talk."

Antonio took Winters' arm and brought him back to the table.

As soon as Winters got his butt, he couldn't wait to whisper, "Does the military department know that we were locked up by the customs?"

Seeing Winters' careful appearance, Antonio couldn't help laughing and burst out laughing: "Of course I know. Not to mention the 'Palace', the sound of the pier, and the whole city of Hailan knew it in less than two hours. The rumors outside are now overwhelming. It's rumored that the army was intercepted by customs, so they fought. Some people said that hundreds of people were killed, all of whom were talking about it."

The Imperial Palace is the synonym for the Venetta Army Department. Because it was built too luxuriously back then, the citizens mocked it like the Imperial Palace. Over time, the palace and the Imperial Palace became the synonym for the War Department in the mouth of soldiers.

"Uncle, are you sent by the Army Department to pick us up?" Winters was overjoyed and thought that everyone would be able to leave this ghost place soon.

But Antonio smiled and shook his head gently: "No, I'm just visiting as a relative now."

"Why?" Winters smiled and was shocked: "Since the Army Department already knows that we are locked up, why not send someone to get us out?"

"Hmph, of course, it's because these idiots in customs have done something stupid." Antonio snorted coldly, with a little more contempt and contempt in his smile: "There are mud in the minds of these customs miscellaneous people. At first, they locked up you all without saying anything. Now they can't move forward or retreat but can't let go. They actually want the joint meeting to send a letter to "apply" to take you back from customs. Do you think the throne will agree?"

Since the Army Department is nicknamed as a "palace", the small conference room where the Joint Conference of Senior Commanders, the highest authority of the Army, is naturally the most powerful room in the palace - the "Third Hall", so the Joint Conference of Senior Commanders of the Army is also nicknamed as a "throne".

"This is shameless!" Winters was shocked and angry when he learned about the customs decision-making plan. His eyes widened, his nose wings fluttered violently, and he stood up and knocked the chairs away.

Winters said angrily: "Why do they do this? We are just being involved."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Antonio pulled Winters and asked him to sit down, his tone was relaxed and pleasant: "Haha, your bad temper is exactly the same as your father... Hey, when people are old, they always like to recall what happened when they were young. Sit down and listen to me tell you slowly."

Winters knew that he was yelling at his uncle just now, and he smiled apologetically at his uncle. He didn't know how many times he warned him to restrain himself and calm down in the future, so he helped up the chair and sat down again.

"Anyway, this is what happened now. The customs did a stupid thing, but he didn't want to lose face. He wanted us to wipe his butt and asked the throne to speak first." Antonio spread his hands calmly and said disdainfully: "It's really a delusion. Why did the Army break his face to wipe his butt for the customs? You are now stuck in the middle. But the problem is not big. The customs dare not do anything to you. They still have to offer you."

"There is no place for us." Winters smiled bitterly: "I took us all into the cell, but the environment is pretty clean, but there is a serious injury I think it's better to take it out and take care of it."

"Seriously wounded? Are you an intern officer?"

"No, it's Major Moritz."

"Moritz van Nassu?" Antonio raised his eyebrows and looked puzzled. It was obvious that the name Moritz aroused his interest.

"I don't know the full name of the Major." Winters shook his head, and in just a few days of contact, he only knew that the Major's name was Moritz, and he didn't know any other parts of the Major's full name.

"Well." Antonio rubbed his chin and said in a hesitant tone: "I have only heard of this person in the Army Department named Moritz. He was the third place in the swordsmanship event of the All Army Games last year. He is said to be a spellcaster. Is it him?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Hearing his uncle's description, Winters nodded: "A master of swordsmanship is also a spellcaster, so we should be talking about one person."

"A master of swordsmanship or spell caster, I'm afraid a team of 100 people is not enough to kill him. How many enemies do you encounter? Can such a person be seriously injured?" Winters' words surprised Antonio, who had been in charge for many years.

"The major was mainly drowning, and his spells were also shattered through his eardrums and temporarily deaf." Winters used as concise as possible to explain the cause of the major's injury: "Also..."

"Wait for a moment." Antonio stopped Winters, took out a small notebook from his arms, and found the ink and quill from the chest of drawers in the corner of the room.

After preparing for the record, Antonio said to his nephew seriously: "Leighton, a reckless man, only sent back a few words. The news received by the palace was chaotic and contradictory. Rumors were flying everywhere. From beginning to end, tell me carefully what happened on the dock this afternoon."

Winters started from the docking of the ship, and carefully told his uncle about the detailed process of four passengers, assassins and explosions to avoid interfering with the theme. Therefore, he just told him about the experience of encountering pirates. In order to prevent the partition walls, he did not mention the fact that there were spellcasters among the four passengers. After all, this is the customs territory. Who knows whether they have arranged pipelines in the dark to eavesdrop?

Antonio listened to Winters's story seriously. When he heard that his nephew almost died, his pupils suddenly expanded, but he never said a word, just nodded from time to time, and recorded some key content on paper from time to time.

"That's it." Winters finished talking about the assassination and explosion on the dock with unsatisfactory. He actually wanted to tell his uncle about the fire in the sea in Juegang and Guitu City. He had many doubts and hoped to seek help from his uncle's wisdom, but now is obviously not the time.

Antonio pondered in his mind and passed through what Winters had just said and came to the conclusion.

He rubbed his temples and said, "Then this matter has nothing to do with our army at all! Our trainee officers are just brave enough to be involved."

"Yes!" Winters slapped the table, but he remembered the caster among the passengers who could use deflection, and said in his heart: It may have something to do with the army, but it has nothing to do with us trainee officers.

"What are the people in the customs thinking? If you don't catch the assassin, you'll be locked up." Antonio put away his small notebook: "Don't worry, since this matter has nothing to do with us, then the customs office can't put the shit on the army."

Winters nodded heavily, and his uncle's attitude greatly encouraged him.

"Speak with you at the same time, don't worry, eat and drink. See when the customs can put you under house arrest?" Antonio taught Winters a angrily strategy of struggle: "You are not prisoners, just ask for whatever you need. If the customs dare not give it, smash it through here. They are just a few guards. Can't you deal with it?"

Winters originally wanted to remind his uncle that he had heard of his ears in the wall, but he suddenly thought that his uncle might be taking this opportunity to put pressure on the customs, so he sang a double act with his uncle and answered "Yes" repeatedly.

However, when he thought of Major Moritz, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and lowered his head and asked softly: "What should Major Moritz do? He'd better be able to rest in a good place."

Antonio thought for a while and replied slowly: "Moritz cannot go out for the time being. It is impossible for the throne to take the initiative to ask for someone. I will ask the customs officer to ask the doctor to treat Moritz."

He smiled and added, "Don't worry, now the customs is going to pray for Major Moritz's health, praying that he will not die in the customs cell. If Moritz has something, then the General Administration of Customs will see what the Army's cannon looks like."

Winters nodded heavily again. Regardless of whether there are customs people listening now, Antonio's threat is not false.

The major power institutions of the Aquamarine Republic are very independent.

To be precise, it is not the government that has the major power departments under its jurisdiction, but the major power departments that have formed the Hailan Republic Government.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for major power agencies to fight together because of irreconcilable contradictions.

Although no party has used overheated weapons so far, the Army was forced to push the cannon up and let the brothers feel the "clear breeze of the grape bomb" is not an unimaginable situation.

As for the United Republic next door, the situation was even worse there. So much so that the Venetta philosopher Kang Tai once made such a sarcastic comment: "The United Army is not the army of the United Republic, but the United Republic is the country of the United Army."

As the first regime in the mainland after the Gumuro Republic to overthrow the emperor and nobles, the various franchisees were all feeling the stones of the construction of the political system in the post-imperial era. So far, no party can answer the simple and troublesome question "What should I do without an emperor?"

"By the way, there's this." Antonio took out a small basket covered with white cloth from under the table and pushed it to Winters with a smile: "Guess what it is?"

Winters leaned over and sniffed hard, and said happily: "Actually, I smelled the fragrance when I entered the room, but I didn't have time to ask."

He lifted the white cloth, and there was a layer of small pies neatly shaped inside. There was a white cloth under the pies. Judging from the thickness, it was estimated that there were three layers in the basket.

This pie has a special appearance and is rolled into a chubby cylindrical shape from the inside out. It is more of a pie than a pie.

The noodles are made of expensive and refined white noodles, and the meat filling inside is beef filling seasoned with spices. You need to grind the white dough thinly, spread the beef filling evenly, roll it into long strips and steam it in a pot, and then cut it into small pieces.

The ratio of white flour to clean water, the strength of the noodles, the degree of fermentation, and the seasoning of meat filling, if there is a slight step, the final product will have a lot of flavor.

This "dssert" method comes from Winters' mother's family. Now it is the unique craftsmanship of Winters. Winters dares to pat his chest and say that the whole Venetta is the only family, and there is no other semicolon.

Food is the deepest bond of hometown, and a person's taste is deeply related to his growth experience.

Winters didn't care about hygiene and put a whole piece into his mouth. The salty and light, plump and juicy meat filling and the dough with the right fermentation... The familiar taste finally made him feel like he was going home. Before he could taste it enough, he finished a piece of pie.

"I heard yesterday that the boat you were on had arrived at the anchorage outside the port. Cosa started preparing for you in the kitchen early this morning." Antonio looked at his nephew lovingly and ate with great food: "I never thought of such a thing... I heard that I was going to see you, and I would bring you whatever I said. Hey, this really became a prison visit."

Winters ate a few, thought of Bud, Andre and others, so he put the pie in his hand back.

Seeing that his nephew stopped, Antonio was very puzzled: "What? Is it bad?"

Antonio knew his nephew's ability. Six years ago, when Winters went to Shanbei, he could eat two pounds of such small pies in one breath. This basket was not enough for him to eat.

"No, I want to keep it and take it back for my friends to try." Winters carefully covered the white cloth and tucked the corners of the cloth.

Antonio carefully looked at his nephew's eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge and jaw, and smiled: "You are too mature now. I still remember that you and your sister fought for pies when you were a child..."

Winters, whose dark history was revealed, blushed and quickly stopped his uncle from continuing to find out more old accounts: "Stop talking, I was wrong at that time, and I reflected deeply."

Antonio laughed loudly, revisiting the dark history of the little kids was obviously a great pleasure for the middle-aged crowd. But he suddenly put away his smile and looked directly into Winters' eyes.

Winters felt the change in the atmosphere and listened seriously.

Antonio asked his nephew seriously and seriously: "Do you want to leave here now?"

When Winters heard Antonio's words, his first reaction was to be confused. Then he realized that his uncle was not joking. If he wanted to go out, Antonio would definitely have a way to let him leave the prison now.

Winters asked himself: Do I want to leave that cell?

The answer is of course, I think that no matter how good the environment of the cell is, it is still a cell, low, humid, crowded, and the ground is filled with bumpy mortar, and there is not even a place to lie comfortably.

There is no way to pass the time in the cell, and you can only sit in the cell, and every second in it is as long as a century.

However, if you want to leave that cell, you will definitely not leave alone. You are all in prison at the same time, and you will run away by yourself. What do you think? If you want to leave, you must leave with everyone.

After figuring this out, Winters shook his head: "When everyone left, I went out."

Antonio looked at Winters' eyes and suddenly laughed: "Okay! [Enrique Montagne]'s son should have this kind of demeanor!"

Antonio slapped the bell on the table vigorously, and leaned against the chair.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in the uniform of a customs official in silk fabric pushed the door and walked in. The customs bureaucrat had a bright smile on his face. He stood beside Antonio, rubbing his hands and asking humbly: "General Serbiati, have you finished talking to your nephew?"

Antonio also smiled and said, "The talk is over. There is a fact that I want to ask you."

"It's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about." The customs official nodded hurriedly.

"This fact is hard to mention." Major General Antonio Servetia's smile can melt the ice now: "My wife is just a baby nephew, and she is so doting that she is unreasonable. I heard that this child is suffering in the customs prison and is really disastrous at home..."

"Don't worry, the army commander personally serves as the guarantee. I must give you this face no matter what. The director and the chief officer will explain, and you can take your nephew away now." The customs official quickly climbed up the pole.

"That's really great..." Major General Antonio's face suddenly changed, and his tone changed: "But when I got here, I found that the environment of the customs prison is very helpful for young people to hone their minds, Warrant Officer Winters!"

"arrive!"

"I order you to stand by in the customs prison! Without the order of the Army Department, even if the customs asks you to leave, you are not allowed to leave!"

"yes!"

Customs officials who originally thought they had solved the difficult problems for the leader of the Great, are now stunned, but Major General Antonio did not let him go.

He grabbed the collar of the customs uniform and dragged the customs official to himself, saying fiercely: "You should listen to me about what I want to ask you! Go back and tell the old man Hurd that the army will 'rob' people back, but will never take them back. I won't give us an explanation for this matter. I will lead my troops to demolish your General Administration of Customs!"
Chapter completed!