"Hello, Sir Shahruman. The general is waiting for you." Adjutant Chakochin glanced at the sturdy middle-aged man who strode into the attendant's room. He did not get up and continued to sit in his seat, seeming to smile.
Don't smile.
Speaking of which, although they both served under General Miguel, Chakochin had always disliked the arrogant and domineering Shahruman. Moreover, in their daily interactions, the two of them had gotten into trouble several times over trivial matters.
Conflict. If Shahruman was not Miguel’s confidant and possessed the impressive strength of a seventh-level warrior, Chakochin would have been tempted to give him some eye drops. However, opportunities always remain.
Those who are prepared. When he unexpectedly received the special official letter from the Blue Mage Group this morning, the adjutant just took a quick look at it and put it directly at the top of the list of pending letters, sending it in as soon as possible.
The general's office. As for the "Special Report of the Shahruman Brigade" that was delivered last night, it was quietly buried under a pile of miscellaneous documents, and no trace was revealed again.
"Yes." He just nodded stiffly, and Shahruman walked past the adjutant's desk without politeness, walked to the familiar bronze lion door, raised his hand and knocked.
"Come in." General Miguel's voice came from inside the door. Although it sounded the same as usual, Chakoqin, who was familiar with his boss's temperament, could still detect a hint of anger in it.
"Yes." Taking a deep breath, Shahruman opened the door and walked in.
In the office, Miguel rested his hands on his back and faced outside, standing in front of a row of huge glass windows. He seemed to be silently admiring the early winter scenery outside the window. However, a letter that shone slightly with magic light was opened and placed.
At the big desk beside him, Shahruman looked at it with a guilty conscience, but he could not see clearly what was written in the official letter, let alone whether it was related to what he had done.
"Want to see it?" Miguel said coldly, without looking back, as if he knew everything behind him.
"I don't dare." After hearing this, Shahruman immediately looked solemn and bowed.
"Hmph! You don't dare to look? But you dare to rob!" As he said that, General Miguel turned around and glared at his subordinates.
Unlike the old-looking Cruyff, Miguel is in his prime in his forties or fifties. His height of more than two meters is like a ferocious war lion, coupled with his ruthless red eyes, even if he is
An arrogant and arrogant warrior like Shahruman. Standing in front of him is like turning into a rabbit, and he no longer dares to say or act rashly.
"Sir, I...I..." Shahruman wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say.
"Pah!" With another cold smile, Miguel slapped Saluman on the left side of his face. Immediately, Saluman's cheek swelled up and became red, and in the blink of an eye, a trace of blood gurgled from the corner of his mouth.
The tick fell on the snow-white carpet, dyeing it into circles of bright red. But even so, Shahruman did not dare to move. He did not even dare to raise his hand to wipe the open corner of his mouth, and just lowered his head without saying a word.
Listen to the training.
"I have told you before not to provoke people from the mages group. Have you forgotten my order?" Miguel looked at Saruman and said coldly.
"I'm sorry, General!"
"Pah!" Another loud slap in the face. This time Shahruman was incited and fell to the ground.
"The last thing I like to hear is sorry!" General Miguel yelled at his subordinates on the ground.
"I'm sorry, General!" Shahruman didn't even dare to pause and immediately stood up again.
"What you did in this matter was extremely stupid, and I was very disappointed, Shahruman! You attacked the soldiers of the guard squadron without any reason. You even robbed the other party's equipment. Are you planning to send yourself to the military?"
Court, or do you want me to break your hands and feet myself!?" Looking at Shahruman who stood in front of him again, Miguel finally did not slap him for the third time, but said coldly, with a tone of voice.
Full of anger and annoyance.
"Your Majesty General, I..." Shahruman took a deep breath, bit his loose teeth, and wanted to say something.
"Okay, you don't have to say anything. I will give the other party an explanation for this matter. You go back and lead your troops, and you don't have to worry about anything else." Miguel waved his hand and interrupted the other party directly.
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"Yes...yes, General!" He glanced at the furious Miguel again. Shahruman did not dare to contradict him at all. He could only follow the other party's gesture and exit the office, and then saluted with the attention of Adjutant Chakochin.
He quickly left this place that made him extremely depressed.
"Humph, this idiot." Returning to the window, Miguel snorted coldly again as he watched Shahruman striding out of the city defense army headquarters downstairs. Then he slowly walked back to his desk and picked up the phone again.
The official letter signed with the magical signatures of Depra and Moriarty:
Sincerely, Your Excellency Miguel:
Last night, a group of bandits wearing uniforms of the city defense army raided the guard squadron, injuring several people and snatching some military supplies. According to our judgment, it was probably the work of bandits from the "Southern Alliance". Due to the strength of the guard squadron,
Limited, I am writing this to Your Excellency the General, hoping that the city defense army can deploy capable forces to arrest and strangle these enemies who have sneaked into the Blue Crystal City. If necessary, the entire Azure Mage Group can be dispatched to assist you in quelling the chaos.
"Hmph, the 'Azure Mage Group can all be mobilized', it's really a big battle!" Miguel patted the official letter on the table gently, with a cold expression on his face: "I didn't even mention that bastard Saluman, but he asked me to
Do it yourself. I don’t know if it was that old fox in Depra’s idea!”
"Tchakochen!"
"Yes, General!" The adjutant, who had been standing at the door waiting for the General's summons, immediately responded and entered the office.
"Tell the Ordnance Department to immediately send a group of camping tents to the Mage Corps Guard Squadron. In addition, deploy ten newly manufactured Wolf sleighs and send them there together. You go there in person." Miguel looked at the adjutant,
Said slowly.
"Yes, sir!" Chakochin agreed immediately, but then added: "There are currently only thirty Wolf sleighs in stock, and they were originally prepared for you and General Cruyff's guards.
Now take out a third of it at once, I’m afraid…”
"You don't have to think about this. Just do it." Miguel glanced at the adjutant and waved his hand.
Chakochin then carefully withdrew.
"I've given you this face, and the people at Hockenheim have to support me!"
Miguel walked to the desk again and copied the magic official letter in his hand. He didn't see any movement, but a blue ice flame came out of his hand and immediately wrapped the letter. And the official letter
Under the "burning" of the blue flame, the magical light on the surface dispersed in just a flash. Then, the entire letter turned into a thin piece of crystal ice. With a final "click", it exploded into
Countless ice shards were scattered all over the ground.
"We repaired the tents and sent ten more Wolf sleds. General Miguel must have thought that he had given us enough face. But I am still not satisfied." He sent away the "gifts" with unusual courtesy.
After Chakochin became the adjutant, Moriarty summoned the squadron officers to the office, and then said with a cold smile.
"Sir Squadron Leader, what do you mean?" White stood at the front of the crowd, looking at Moriarty who had lost his smile and turned back to a frosty color, and asked in a deep voice.
"Tents, sleighs, these are just small compensations to force the other party to temporarily lower their heads through the official letter of the mage group." Moriarty raised his eyes and looked at White, and said coldly: "But that Shahruman is a man of one word.
Not mentioned, it seems that General Miguel intends to protect his shortcomings."
"Then what do we do next?" White continued to ask.
"Gustave, you did a good job this time." Moriarty did not answer, but stood up and came directly to the magic swordsman who was still bandaged.
"Don't take it seriously, Your Excellency." Gustave looked at Moriarty, whose face was cold, but for some reason his heart felt warm, and he lowered his head and bowed.
"I said you did a good job, not because you didn't cause trouble, but because you strictly obeyed my orders and protected the military discipline of the guard squadron." Moriarty stretched out his hand and put it on the Demon Swordsman's shoulder: "
But because of this, you were injured and lost face, but it is up to me, the squadron leader, to help you get that face back."
"Your Mightiness!"
"Tent, sled, what are they? I beg Master Depra to send a formal document because I don't want to make the matter bigger. I hope the other party can handle it fairly and punish the prisoner according to military discipline. But General Miguel thinks it's a shame."
If you give us a 'bone', we should be satisfied. Haha, are you satisfied?" Moriarty sneered and looked sideways at Guderian, Margaret, Clausewitz and others.
"Fuck him! If you bully my brother and beat him to death, I won't call you Guderian!" the silver-bearded dwarf was the first to shout.
"Wulfgang has always been reasonable, but he only speaks with a knife." The female werewolf took a step forward, gritted her teeth, and said fiercely.
"Your Excellency, what is your plan?" Clausewitz looked at Moriarty as if he were seeing him for the first time, and asked in salute while stroking his chest.
"How Gustave lost his face, we have to find ways to get it back!" Moriarty glanced at the crowd again and said loudly.
"However, if we take the initiative to cause trouble this time, I'm afraid the City Lord's Mansion will have something to say." White also knew that certain words should not be said at this time, but his duty as deputy squadron leader still required him to remind him.
"I know what you mean, White, but I have everything. And what you have to do now is to train the team well for me. Once the order is given, you will be able to knock out Shahruman's internal organs in one breath.
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"Yes, Your Excellency!" Without another word, everyone present agreed loudly. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
