The streets of the Holy Capital are still so lively, and the bustling people are either happy or busy, and they are all running for a living. If they hadn't seen Fichet and I's noble clothes and the guards around us, no one would have noticed us.
In the entire empire, except for us noble officials, no one else seems to show even the slightest concern for the upcoming war between gods and demons. Maybe ordinary civilians will think that this is just a matter between gods, demons and nobles!
To be honest, I am surprised by this situation. As long as it is a war, it will inevitably drag everyone into it. Whether you want it or not, no one can escape this huge whirlpool.
When we returned to our base outside the city, there were already many people waiting for us.
"See Your Highness the Prince! Lord Governor!" An officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel ran quickly in front of our horses and saluted us: "I am Lieutenant Colonel Carlos, and I have been ordered to lead one hundred and twenty-five officers to report to Governor Cohen!
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After saying that, he handed us a registration document. He had a square face and was older than us, probably close to thirty years old. Fortunately, there should be no generation gap between us at this age.
"I understand." I took the official document signed by His Majesty and my father, and said with a salute: "You guys acted really fast. His Highness Fichet and I just knew that you were coming."
"Reporting to you, sir! We received the order ten days ago in Darkmoon Province." Carlos said, "Time is tight and I dare not delay. Fortunately, there were no surprises along the way."
"It only took you ten days to get from the Dark Moon Province to the Holy Capital?" Fichet was a little surprised: "If I remember correctly, this journey will take at least fifteen days."
Hearing Fichet's question, Carlos smiled sheepishly and said, "Reporting to His Highness and the Governor, we are all junior officers. We cannot do anything else. It is our duty to endure some hardships."
"Don't say that, there is no inevitable connection between duty and hardship." Fichet glanced at me: "I'm glad you're joining me. You go and rest first. We'll be ready to set off soon."
"Yes, sir!" Carlos bowed again and stepped away.
Watching more than a hundred officers dismounting and entering the tent in an orderly manner under Carlos's command, I said to Fichet next to me: "The officers who came this time are not bad! They are calm and experienced, and they can just match our new officers."
Enter the officer match."
"Of course you can't go wrong with the people trained by these two fathers." Fichet said with a smile: "Speaking of our new officers... By the way, they don't seem to be wearing rank insignia yet!"
"Yes!" Then I remembered that none of the officers of the Guards were wearing ribbons, and even the military uniforms they were wearing were tattered during training: "If you don't mention this, I have forgotten it!"
"Hurry up and get ready! We don't have much time." Fichet dismounted and walked towards the tent.
"Gelt! Jack!" I said to the two brothers behind me: "Take my warrant and go to the military headquarters immediately to get the standard equipment for five hundred officers. Hurry!"
"Yes!" Geert and Jack saluted me and left. Over the past few days, the brothers have known under what circumstances they should call me "sir" and under what circumstances they should call me "boss".
Rookie.
Watching the two brothers and their men galloping towards the city, I also dismounted and entered the tent.
About two hours later, they came back with the equipment they had received. They said that receiving the equipment went smoothly and there were no difficulties for the Prime Minister.
"By the way, boss." Jack leaned next to me: "We encountered a strange thing on the way back."
"What's the matter?" Fichet put down the document in his hand and raised his head to ask.
Heldt said: "It's like this. We passed by a large house after a fire on the way and saw many people gathered around and talking."
"What's so strange about this?" I said, "It's on fire! It's inevitable."
"Boss, do you know whose mansion that is?" Helter said: "If you know, you will be very happy."
"who?"
Jack smiled and said: "The one who expelled you from the Royal School..."
"President of the Royal Academy?" asked Fichet.
"It's that old bastard!" I was really happy: "Has his beard been burned off?"
"It's his house, but we heard from people." Jack said: "When his house caught fire the night before yesterday, for some reason the people who put out the fire were late in arriving, and no one escaped from their house, not even a servant.
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"Dead?" Fichet was shocked: "What a pity!"
Although I have not always had a good relationship with this dean, I felt a little bit regretful when I heard the news. After all, he is a learned old guy.
"This is wrong!" I looked at Fichet and said: "Even if there is a fire, it is impossible that no one can escape. Could it be that the left prime minister..."
"I'm afraid that's the case. I really can't figure out why the left prime minister would attack him." Fichet nodded and said: "Apart from being stubborn and vain, this dean has nothing wrong with him. It's a pity... he also did me
Where’s the teacher!”
"Forget it! This is not our business." I turned around and said to the brothers: "You hand out the equipment, we will set off in a moment."
"OK!"
This was the first time for the Guards members to wear officer uniforms. Although they were called to be temporary officers in previous training, that was called "temporary" after all, which was far different from what they are now. They happily wore all new uniforms.
.The color linen shirt was starched straight, the gray woolen officer's uniform was covered with armor, the collar was shiny, the brass buttons on the military uniform...and hundreds of faces that were almost rotting with laughter.
"Haha, what's this called?" Fichet and I looked at these dog-looking guys and said, "Our faces are bursting with smiles!"
"Of course it's worth being happy to be an officer." Fichet said: "Especially those foreign soldiers. If they are in other people's army, they will die from exhaustion and never expect to get half a collar."
I smiled wryly, shook my head, and walked forward.
"You guys, why are you so happy! Don't embarrass me anymore." I cursed loudly: "Have the scouts and rangers been sent? Just do what you have to do quickly! Get ready to go!"
When I scolded hundreds of people, they immediately rubbed their noses and returned to normal, and began to arrange preparations in an orderly manner.
I placed the officers brought by Carlos into three teams respectively, so that the officers could get to know each other faster, and Carlos himself stayed with me.
With one order, everyone set off.
The Nighthawk Squad is responsible for the outside, sending Winged Scouts and Rangers to scout the front, rear, left and right of the team. The members of the Running Wolf Squad are divided into two, serving as vanguard and rearguard respectively. The Sky Squad forms the main team around us. After staying away from the trade route,
Because of the decrease in pedestrians, the speed of the entire team is gradually increasing.
Carlos watched all this without blinking, surprised and admired.
"My Lord Governor," he asked me: "Are these officers trained by you?"
"Yes." I said, "What's the problem?"
"No problem." Carlos shook his head and said, "I have been an officer for half my life, but this is the first time for me to see such strict reconnaissance, such a fast marching speed, and so many foreign officers...
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"In your opinion." Fichet took over: "How are the performance of these officers?"
"Your Highness, other subordinates don't know." Carlos said: "But from what I have seen, these officers are outstanding. With these outstanding junior officers, our combat effectiveness will be greatly improved. Others
The troops will have a hard time comparing with us."
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, he would be even more surprised if he knew that these guys were all idiots not long ago.
In the distance, a winged man scout flying ahead on the left suddenly turned his body and flew towards us.
"Huh?" Fichet also noticed: "It seems something is wrong."
"Report, sir!" The wingman flew to us, maintaining the same speed as us: "There is a small forest five miles ahead to the right. There are about fifty people acting suspiciously beside the forest!"
"Fifty people? This place is close to the Holy Capital...it must be controlled." I thought for a moment, then turned to Carlos and said, "You and Helter lead the vanguard and capture all fifty people!"
"Yes!" Carlos sped up and went to meet up with Geert's vanguard.
After receiving my order, the marching team immediately adjusted their formation to an encirclement form. Under the guidance of the Wingman scouts, the rearguard also quickly caught up with the team, inserting one from the left and one from the right, and had completely captured the target.
surrounded.
Geert and Carlos led their men and drove straight in, shouting their names loudly on horseback, and it took only a short time to resolve the battle.
How could the other party know what the "Sibiya Imperial Army Guards Regiment Running Wolf Camp" was? All they saw was that they were surrounded by a group of brightly dressed imperial officers. They were already weak before they even took action. The weapons in their hands were
It was just a symbolic wave. After an unlucky guy was kicked in the face by Geert and fell to the ground, they all gave up resistance.
"Gentlemen, officers! Gentlemen, officers! Don't do anything, listen to me, listen to me!"
A man who seemed to be the leader came out of the crowd and came to our horses: "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding! We are all guards of Zuoxiang's Mansion..."
Fichet and I looked at each other. Why did the guards of Zuo Xiangfu come to this place more than a hundred miles away from the Holy City? There must be a reason for this!
"The bodyguard of Zuo Xiang's house?" Fichet clamped his horse's belly and looked at the man's face carefully: "I often go to Zuo Xiang's house, but why have I never seen you? I think you are a spy!"
"How dare you pretend to be from Zuo Xiang's Mansion? Damn you!" Haiert, who was standing behind, raised his hand and hit the guy's face with his sword in sheath - the skin and flesh were torn open in an instant.
"Ugh..." The man wailed and held his face with his left hand. He didn't care about the blood flowing from his fingers. His right hand had already taken out a token from his waist and handed it over.
Geert grabbed it with his hands, kicked him away, and then handed the token to Fichet.
"It's the guard of Zuo Xiangfu." Fichet looked at the token in his hand carefully and said loudly to me: "General, it seems we made a mistake!"
"It's also possible that this token was stolen!" I nodded to Fichet, rode up on my horse and shouted to the guards: "Someone knows what's going on!"
"Master General! Master General!" Another person came out from the group of guards. He ran up to me and knelt down in front of me: "This villain is the deputy captain of the guards of Zuoxiang's Mansion. I know...some things. I wonder what the General wants to ask?"
I stared at him: "You said you are a guard of Zuoxiang's Mansion?"
"Yes! The villain is really the guard of Zuo Xiangfu..." He replied quickly.
"Besides this token." I said, "Do you have anything else that can prove your identity?"
"General! I, I, I..." Seeing Haiert approaching him with a straight face, he almost cried: "I really can't say it for a moment! We usually only go out with tokens..."
"Bah! I'm asking you questions. If you can't answer at all, I'll kill you!" I spat at him: "What habits does Mr. Zuo have? What are his hobbies? What friends do he have these days? Who are the guests who have visited Zuo Xiangfu..."
It’s not that I like this bad habit of insulting people. I am now playing the role of the friend of the left prime minister. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, what other good habits can the left prime minister’s general friends have? It’s easy to spit on you.
"I know! I know! I know everything..." He was frightened, and a lot of details about Prime Minister Zuo's recent life flowed out of his mouth. If it were another person and another method, the information obtained would not be so detailed. .
"It seems that we are really one of our own." I nodded: "Get up!"
"Yes, thank you, General..." He stood up.
"What are you doing here?" Fichet said: "Fortunately, we met us. Don't you know that Cohen Keda will pass by here later today? If you run into him, you will be finished!"
"Speak to me, sir." He nodded and bowed and said, "It was Zuo Xiang who sent us out to do something!"
"Is the matter done?" Fichet said kindly: "Of course we have to help with the matter of the Left Prime Minister."
"Tell me, sir, it's almost over." The vice-captain said, "I just caught it, and I haven't had time to erase it yet..."
Fichet glanced at me, and I realized that this must be no small matter, and I gestured to Jack on the side.
"Okay, I'll watch you finish it." Fichet thought for a while and said to the vice-captain: "Then let's go to see the Left Prime Minister together."
"This..." Hearing what Fichet said, the vice-captain was stunned for a moment.
"What the hell! Just do what I tell you!" I yelled at him.
"Heh...heh, that's it, you two adults, the Left Prime Minister asked us to handle this matter."
The vice-captain said very carefully: "Adults, please leave first. We will be here right away, right away..."
"What did you say?" I frowned: "Say it again!"
While we were stalling for time, Jack had already led people to drag out several large bags in the woods and gestured to me from a distance.
"Okay!" I said, raising my left hand and touching my chin: "Then let's leave first!"
The deputy captain was overjoyed and said repeatedly: "Thank you, General! Thank you!"
I held the reins in my left hand, pulled out the long sword with a "swish" sound in my right hand, and slashed at his neck.
There were screams, and about fifty guards, including the one who was beaten by Haiert earlier, were all "loyal" to the Left Prime Minister. The officers who were not very familiar with us were extremely surprised to see this.
"Your Majesty the Governor..." Carlos swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Just, kill him like this?"
I nodded and said nothing, and Fichet and I rode towards Jack. Dozens of officers had dismounted behind us and were digging holes with tools.
"Carlos, I believe you also understand the extent of our relationship with the left prime minister..." Fichet explained this matter more clearly: "Killing is a bad thing, and we are not willing to do it. But in order to protect ourselves, we
Is there any other choice? You should understand the consequences of letting them go back. Listen to me, Carlos, I know you are a kind officer..."
I'm sure Carlos was dizzy because he kept saying, "Yes, Your Highness! It's just my inconsideration, please forgive me."
Jack was trying to untie the knot on the bag. When he knew we were approaching, he raised his head and said to us: "Sir, there is someone in here, still alive!"
I nodded and watched him explain, feeling very curious about this person that the Prime Minister wanted to get rid of.
The first bag was opened. It was a beautiful middle-aged woman, plainly dressed, with tears streaming down her face. After the stuff in her mouth was removed, she began to take a big breath of air... Obviously, she didn't have time to answer my questions now.
talk.
The second bag was opened, revealing a handsome-looking young man. His face was swollen as if he had been slapped many times, and his body was tied with a rope. He struggled desperately to crawl towards the lady, shouting "Woo"
, seems to be calling "mother".
Seeing this young man, the middle-aged woman's eyes gained some vitality and were no longer as lifeless as before.
"Untie them." I ordered an officer standing nearby. Without my order, no one dared to do this when the enemy was indistinguishable from us.
The last bag was opened, and an old bastard that we all are familiar with came out!
"It's you!" I was surprised.
"Dean!" Fichet jumped off the horse and took out the smelly socks from the mouth of "Dean of the Royal Academy of the Holy Capital": "Dean, how could this be? Why does the left prime minister treat you like this?"
Looking at this old guy who couldn't be called my enemy, or my friend, or even a stranger, I didn't know what to say for a moment. But Carlos saw that His Highness the Prince was treating this man so politely, so he took off his kettle.
First rinse the mouth of "Mr. Dean".
"Your Highness..." The dean saw the person in front of him clearly, and his lips trembled: "Your Highness... my wife! My child!"
"Hey, this... Dean." I squatted down next to him and patted his shoulder with my hand: "Don't panic, your family is fine..."
The dean, who was in a daze at first, regained consciousness immediately when he saw me. He shrank back suddenly and shouted: "How could it be you! Don't touch me!"
His reaction was so fast and his attitude was so fierce that I was a little overwhelmed. The hand that was supposed to touch his shoulder was hanging in the air... I couldn't get off the stage, which made me very embarrassed.
Fortunately, except for a few brothers, no one knows about my past with the dean.
"It seems that your mind has not recovered yet." I said seriously: "Let me help you take a look..."
As I said that, I grabbed the dean with one hand, but was stopped by Fichet. You knew I wanted to fix the dean, but you still stopped me, Fichet!
"Dean, have you fully recovered?" He winked at the dean as he spoke: "You don't need Governor Cohen to 'personally' recover for you, right?"
The dean looked at me, then at Fichet, and then nodded with difficulty.
Fichet turned to me and smiled: "The dean has recovered... Governor Cohen, please go check on the dean's wife and son."
Fichet has said this, what else can I say? He is my brother, so I have no choice but to touch my nose and leave.
"Madam, are you not hurt, sir? Please drink some water." I took the kettle handed to me by an officer and gave it to the middle-aged woman: "My name is Cohen, and I am Cohen Keda."
"Governor Cohen, thank you for your rescue." The middle-aged woman stood up, straightened her clothes, and saluted me very solemnly: "I am Lorenzo's wife, Circe. Your name is often mentioned by my husband.
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"Needless to say, the dean certainly didn't say anything good about me." I was very downcast, but I couldn't get angry in front of Mrs. Searcy: "Forget it... Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm not very sure either." Circe shook his head: "My husband took us to escape from the Holy City overnight after returning home the day before yesterday. It's a pity that we were found after hiding here for so long..."
I speculated from Mrs. Searcy's words that the easily foolish Dean offended the Left Prime Minister again for some unknown reason. Fortunately, he was not stupid enough this time. He woke up on the way home and immediately escaped with his family.
"Where are you and your family of three going?" I asked Mrs. Searcy, "Aren't there two other young masters?"
"We..." Mrs. Circe hesitated, looking in the direction of her husband.
I turned around and saw that the dean was already in tears in front of Fichet.
"Madam, please wait a moment." I said to Circe: "I will discuss with the dean and find the other two young masters first."
"My husband... he is a man who is very persistent in his beliefs, and he still wants to work for the Governor." She saluted again, and I quickly turned around and ran away. I don't know why, when someone gives me such a big salute, I feel like it's all over my body.
Feeling uncomfortable up and down.
"Are you okay?" I walked to Fichet.
Fichet held the dean's hand tightly and did not let go for a long time.
"Cohen, I want you to do a favor." Fichet turned to me and said: "I want to open a college in the Dark Province, and Lorenzo will still serve as the dean..."
"No!" I objected firmly: "I have nothing to say to him!"
"No!" The dean also protested fiercely: "I have nothing in common with this person!"
"Really?" Fichet looked at the two of us, which made me feel scared: "Then why do you cooperate so well this time?"
I said: "I didn't expect this!"
The dean said: "Accident!"
"Two idiots! That's it!" Fichet chuckled, and then said seriously: "As His Royal Highness the Prince and the Divine Blessed Knight, I declare - Lorenzo, from now on, you are the Academy of the Dark Province.
Chief! Governor Cohen, you must find Dean Lorenzo’s two children in the shortest possible time. The above is an order, execute it immediately!”
"Yes!" Dean and I stood up straight and replied. I was very angry, while Dean Lorenzo had a frown on his face.
"That's it! We also wasted a lot of time." Fichet began to put on gloves: "It's time to set off!"
"Carlos! Change clothes and makeup for these three people." I ordered loudly: "Helter! Take thirty people with you and follow the instructions of Mrs. Circe to find the other two young masters immediately. You don't need to meet us and go directly to the Dark City.
!Others destroy all traces and set off immediately!"
It was no one's turn to express an opinion. The officers did everything in the shortest possible time. With the dean and his family having changed their clothes, we continued on the road.
Two days later, Haiert and the two other sons of the dean caught up with us. The five members of the dean's family hugged each other and cried, which made us sigh with sadness... I never thought that the hateful old bastard could have such humanity.
On the other hand, Mrs. Circe looks pleasing to the eye, and she is so beautiful even when she cries. She is on the same level as Queen Nasher and my mother, and they all belong to the beautiful mother type. (To be continued)