"Morty, do you really plan to keep that old pervert?"
Until he walked out of the inner fort, Guderian still felt very uncomfortable, and there was always acidic water in his throat. He just wanted to find a bottle of high-purity Letes to rinse his mouth as soon as possible.
"Yes."
Moriarty nodded, not hiding his thoughts, although his expression was equally bad.
"I don't understand, Olympus should never accept such a sinner!" On the other side, White's mood was obviously much more exciting: "Cowardice, betrayal, lack of publicity, and even cannibalism! That Harold is better than the outside world.
The devil is a hundred times more sinful! I cannot accept working with such a scum!"
"Yes, you are right. According to the laws of the Kingdom of Erathia, Mr. Harold's deeds are enough to hang him on the gallows until he dries." Turning around and looking at his followers, Mori
Artie said in a deep voice.
"Then why should you let him join? Just because he can deal with those nobles? Help manage the manor? Can command the caravan to earn gold coins?" Trying to suppress his emotions, White stared at the other party and asked.
"This is only part of the reason." Moriarty shook his head: "As he said, I need a helper to deal with the complex aristocratic political situation after the war."
"This is not a reason..."
White was dissatisfied with this explanation and wanted to speak out, but Moriarty raised his hand to stop him.
"White, I know that you have disliked the Erathian nobles, including me, from very early on."
"Yes." White never denied this.
"But now. Since we want to take root here, we must deal with all kinds of nobles. The rules of the game for nobles are different from war and civilians. They have their own set of rules. If we don't have the help of someone who is proficient in this, we will
You will be at a disadvantage or passive in many things. White, I don't want to see your and other people's interests infringed and lost after the war because of this lack."
"But…"
"Maybe you don't care about the title, territory, manor, or property, but at least think about the future, think about Trish. Don't you want that good girl to live an easy and happy life?" Moriarty looked into White's eyes.
Finally said.
"...But. A traitor will always remain a traitor. How can we guarantee that Harold will not betray Olympus again? He will not 'eat' us like his old master?"
After a long silence, White finally compromised in the name of "Trixie", but he was still a little unwilling. He asked again.
"There is no guarantee of this. But as long as we are strong enough, people like Harold will not act rashly. For example, when the old Lord Luo Yanta was in power, he performed very well." Moriarty thought for a moment,
Said: "Moreover, I will not allow him to interfere in the affairs of the army. Without the support of force, a steward like him will not be able to grasp the core of power, and will always be just a steward."
"...Okay, but I will keep an eye on him at all times. If Harold still dares to cause trouble, I demand his immediate execution!" Finally, White compromised.
"No problem." Moriarty let out a long breath, patted White on the shoulder, then turned to Guderian and said: "You also revealed the news that Harold ate the bodies of Luo Yanta's couple. In this way,
Come on, I don't think any other noble will accept or cooperate with this 'ogre'."
"Okay, we are the best at gossip." The dwarf immediately nodded in agreement.
With the unexpected harvest of a large amount of grain and gold and silver reserves left by the Luo Yanta family, Olympus's confidence suddenly became much stronger.
At the team meeting the next day,.
After a night's rest and various alchemy potions, the old man's condition has recovered a lot. Although his body is still as thin as a dead branch, his energy is very full. When he meets everyone, he only greets people with a slight bow and then becomes indifferent.
He stood aside solemnly, just like he stood behind the old Lord Luo Yanta.
However, most of the "old people" in Olympus looked at this new colleague with unfriendly eyes, and many even showed obvious wariness or disgust. Obviously, the silver-bearded dwarf's publicity work was quite good, and overnight
He told everyone about Harold's "glorious history".
"Then, from now on, Harold will assist Heyena in handling Rheinburg's internal affairs as an administrative steward."
"Yes, Your Excellency, I will do my best to assist you."
As if he didn't notice the strange looks around him, the old man calmly bowed deeply to Moriarty.
"Very good. But there is no time for you to rest more. Today you will accompany me to Windsor Castle to visit the Viscount." Moriarty nodded and said directly.
"yes."
After leaving the repair and defense of the Rhineburg to White, Moriarty took Clausewitz and Harold aboard the Great Cloud. Accompanying him were Guderian, Bruno, Gregory and the gunnery squad.
, as a guard.
Because he had been up all night dealing with various post-war matters, Moriarty went to the inner cabin to rest alone after boarding the airship. Others were divided into different positions on the ship and were on duty to guard against possible demonic attacks along the way.
.
"Mr. Harold, why not come and sit in the captain's cabin? There is a good view there and you can enjoy the rare beauty." Unexpectedly, Clausewitz took the initiative to invite the new administrative director for some unknown reason.
"my pleasure."
Harold glanced at the old werewolf, nodded calmly, and followed him into the cabin.
"Please take a seat. It is estimated that it will take about three hours to reach Windsor Castle." Clausewitz pointed to a seat next to the porthole and returned to the magic sand table.
"Thanks."
Harold sat down directly on his seat, but his eyes were focused on the sand table. Obviously, he had never seen such a magic item before.
"This is an alchemical prop that can display the status of enemy and friendly personnel within a certain distance around it. It is one of Brakada's core military technologies." Looking at the old man, Clausewitz took the initiative to explain.
"Show the surrounding enemy and friend status?" Harold couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this sentence.
"Yes."
"No wonder Olympus can take back Rheinburg from the devil. While it has powerful warriors, it can also accurately grasp the enemy's situation. Well, if Luo Yan Tower had such a magic sandbox at that time, it would not have been easily wiped out.
." He sighed in admiration. The old man seemed to be very interested in the magic sand table.
"Oh? Mr. Harold seems to be a little concerned about the old master's death?" As if he caught the other party's slip of the tongue, the old werewolf immediately asked a pointed question.
"Of course." In response to Clausewitz's questioning, the old man admitted very frankly: "I have served the Luo Yanta family for twenty years. Even though I am always just an 'outsider', I still have feelings after all.
"
"Haha, feelings? But how come I heard that you ate little Lord Luo Yanta whole?" The old werewolf suddenly chuckled, and asked sharply with a straight face.
"Little Lord Luo Yanta? He is just a poor clown, with great ambition and little talent, and cannot be helped. If Fox hadn't been defeated by Lord Moriarty and lost the old Lord's favor, how could he be allowed to rise to power?" Harold
He glanced at the old werewolf, but he did not get angry. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly and sighed: "If he follows my advice, abandons the outlying manor, and sticks to Rheinburg with all his strength, how can he let the devil easily succeed!?"
"So you ate him?"
"Eating is just to make yourself live longer. Anyway, such idiots will be eliminated even if they survive until the war. For example, Olympus, I am afraid that Luo Yanta's bloodline will not be allowed to appear in Erathia again.
?" Having said this, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Clausewitz: "As for the matter of cannibalism, there is actually no more value worthy of discussion. As far as I know, there are many orcs in Krolod.
The tribe also retains the bad habit of cannibalism and even cannibalism. For example, the notorious ogre?"
"Indeed, as a Krolodian, I have no position to blame you." Seemingly satisfied with the other party's answer, the old werewolf nodded slightly and suddenly changed the subject: "But you just said that the Luo Yanta family
You have served for twenty years. What about twenty years ago? You were young and strong then. Where were you?"
"...wandering."
For some reason, Harold was unusually sensitive to this question. He gave the other party a serious look, then remained silent for a moment, and then answered briefly and unusually.
"Okay, my curiosity is satisfied. Do you have anything to ask me?" Clausewitz didn't seem to care about the old man's anomaly, but smiled in a friendly manner.
"No." Harold shook his head directly and ended the conversation.
"Then, you can do whatever you want."
Seeing that the old man was no longer willing to speak, the old werewolf just nodded indifferently and focused on the magic sand table in front of him.
Half an hour later, Harold left the captain's cabin and went to visit other places in the boat. Immediately afterwards, Clausewitz also got up and walked out, going directly to Moriarty's lounge.
"Already talked about it?"
Moriarty was leaning on the sofa fully clothed, apparently taking a nap with his eyes closed.
"Yes."
"how do you feel?"
"He was not shy about showing nostalgia for his old master, Lord Luo Yanta, and even frankly admitted that he had eaten the corpse. But what is strange is that Mr. Harold seems to be very reluctant to talk about his early experiences.
The old werewolf glanced at Moriarty and said carefully: "I feel that this is a person with an extremely strong will. He is self-centered and talented, but may have a complicated background. Such a person, if used well, will be a good person."
subordinate, but he may also become a dangerous and unstable factor. To be on the safe side, I think it would be better to kill him as soon as possible."
"Haha, I can make you so scared. It seems that the old man really has 'material'." As if he was very satisfied with Clausewitz's report, Moriarty stood up and said with a smile: "Then, from now on, we will monitor Harrow.
