A hoarse, dry voice came from deep in the room, causing Andrew to close his mouth and put down the document at hand.
"...The above is the complete report. If you have no other tasks, I will leave first."
After saying this, Andrew was about to leave as usual, without any extravagant expectation of getting any more responses.
But at the moment he turned around, he heard the voice inside:
"Ahem, Andrew..."
!
"My lord, my subordinate is here."
He immediately turned around and knelt down on one knee, and Andrew respectfully waited for the other party to continue speaking.
"Don't be so nervous. You have other tasks today and have to leave the team temporarily, right? Ahem..."
In the dimly lit room, Andrew knelt on one knee at the door, listening to the weak voice inside, and answered seriously:
"Yes, sir, I am going to greet a friend who came to the front line on his own initiative. I have already submitted the details in the report."
Lowering his head respectfully, Andrew did not look at the figure hiding in the shadows.
Even without using his eyes to see, he could feel the other person's weakness and pain.
But, powerful.
Even if the opponent appears to be so weak, there is no doubt about the opponent's strength.
This is a legend.
He is also one of the three legends sent to the second front line of the Inquisition.
Fela, title: [Consumption Knight]
A legend with a very weird and unsightly name.
But unlike Fela's strange title and withered appearance, this legend who suffered from illness was not really weak. He was very proficient in commanding the battle scenes.
He has already proven his strength.
The casualty rate among the judges and warriors under his command has always been the lowest among the three legends, and they are also the most respected.
Unlike another Duke of Cold Thorn, although the soldiers under his command have the most outstanding results, the casualty rate is always high, and new team members are constantly being added.
"It's really hard to imagine coming to the front line of your own initiative...Children from other branches? Ah, you may not know that..."
"I know that, sir."
After being in contact for a while, Andrew also had a little understanding of the terminology of this consumptive knight.
In the eyes of this legend, other branches of the Watch Society are collectively called branches.
In his eyes, all the Watch Club operators and crows like him who came to the front line were children who couldn't think of anything.
"He is not from another department, but a comrade from the trial."
"Ah... I see, there is a child who dreams of becoming a hero."
Cough cough cough…
The consumptive knight coughed laboriously for a long time and paused for a long time before continuing:
"Then let's do it. Let him stay with me for a while and he will be able to recognize the reality."
"We are not heroes, we are just a group of warriors who want to protect their homeland, and even heroes will die."
Just when the consumptive knight was losing interest, Andrew had to pour cold water on him once again.
"……grown ups."
"Ahem, huh?"
Inhaling gently through his nose, Andrew said in a deep voice:
"That friend of mine, he won't fight under your command, he..."
Raising his head, Andrew had a bitter smile on his lips, but he still insisted:
"He took the initiative to join the team of Duke Hanshen. He is going to the frontline war zone."
"He's going to the bloody war zone."
The room fell into silence, and even the coughing stopped.
After a long silence, the consumptive knight slowly spoke:
"Then that's it, go ahead."
"yes."
Andrew stood up, bowed deeply to the knight in the shadow, and then strode out.
Quietly watching the former Crow who had shined in a previous game leave, the consumptive knight let out a long sigh:
"If you want to die so much, then it's useless no matter how much I say."
rustle……
The sound of paper turning was heard, and the two applications submitted by Andrew had long been placed on the consumption knight's table.
"One is [application for going out] to receive friends, and the other... [application for team transfer]?"
Fela knew from the beginning what Andrew was going to do and what choices he would make.
"What kind of friend is worthy of you doing this? Obviously, as my secretary, you know the situation over Han Ci best."
Fela shook his head. He was not mocking Archduke Cold Thorn. Although he had a strong pursuit of victory, he was not a lunatic who let his men die in vain.
"That guy Han Ci has only two advantages: a little cleverness and a terrifying cold heart."
It's just that the other person's heart is indeed much colder than mine.
In a war involving the life and death of humans and extraordinary creatures, can such a decision be considered a mistake?
Fela didn't know.
However, he couldn't bear to see those children who still had light in their eyes die in vain.
Lifting the palm with the needle embedded in it, he stamped his own seal on both applications submitted by Andrew.
pass.
"Just try your best to survive, kid."
"The bloody battle zone on the frontline is not a beautiful place to pursue your ideals."
It was a hell on earth that became a meat grinder many times.
"Just friends?"
Looking beyond the shadow curtain, the sickly legend didn't know who he was missing.
The legend who maintained his life with a special ventilator leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and murmured:
"...My friends, how are you now?"
…
…
friend.
As for his relationship with Ning Feng, Andrew thinks he can be called a friend.
Perhaps the other person's achievements are more outstanding than mine, and I owe a lot to the other person to be where I am today.
Although the two of them didn't communicate much, he felt that his relationship with him could be called a friend.
There is not so much procrastination between men.
Therefore, when the other party sent the message, he immediately agreed without hesitation.
Even if he understands that this means that he will lose everything he has accumulated under Fela and turn to an unexplainable and dangerous future.
But what about that?
Now that his family has been revived with his help, he has gotten rid of the shackles that have been binding him.
So now that you can live for yourself, wouldn't it be nice to take some risks for your friends?
In front of the teleportation array, Andrew tidied his clothes.
"Welcome, my friend."
Looking at the man and woman in front of him who covered their faces with masks, he walked up to them and said with a smile:
"It's Mr. Mephistopheles, right?"
Even if it's for a friend of a friend, it doesn't matter.