The Belgard Gate where Randy and the others were located was on the border with the neighboring large country, the Erebonia Empire.
Once a big event happens, this place must be one of the most important strongholds, but now is a peaceful era. The door also extends to the mountains. In a peaceful atmosphere, the sun is rising today and the weather is clear. You can still hear
The chirping of birds.
However, a few months ago, large-scale military exercises were held near the border, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out. The current peace depends entirely on the conclusion of the "Convention on the Non-War".
In such a peaceful scene, Randy stood in front of the gate. He was not wearing training clothes, but a guard uniform. The male uniform was roughly the same color as the female uniform, with a dark gray shirt on the upper body and a black
A blouse and a dark gray beret on the head. The difference is that the lower body is not a skirt but trousers. The small tie on the chest is black and the burgundy belt is narrower.
"It's so leisurely..."
Randy muttered listlessly. After leaving for a while, Kata and the others who were standing guard stretched themselves greatly.
If there was a lunch box here, we could have a picnic. It would be great if we added a hip flask with brandy. Randy thought about it.
"But as a picnic place, there is something that disfigures the scenery."
While muttering, Randy turned around and cast his gaze to the opposite side of the door. There stood the majestic Galeria Fortress built by the empire. As the symbol of the empire, the golden military horse coat of arms also hung there unsightly.
Randy stared at the dark gray fortress wall for a long time, then suddenly turned his gaze back and said:
"I'm so hungry..."
At this time, there were footsteps, and a voice said to Randy who was in a daze:
"My stomach growling is bringing you good news, because now it's your turn to change your shift."
But Randy was not very happy, but sighed deeply.
"After dinner, it's time to do desk work."
Also built together with the Bellegarde Gate is the office. Team members take turns doing their own work here, writing business diaries, supplementing materials as required, etc. For the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard, occasions that require written work are unexpected.
Much.
There are several tables arranged side by side in the center of the office. At first glance, they look no different from the offices of small and medium-sized enterprises. There are many tables, but due to security and training, there are many team members who have gone out, and there are no people staying indoors.
several.
At this time, Mireyou walked into the room. A team member noticed it and immediately stood up and shouted, "Ah, Sergeant, you have worked hard. What's wrong? You look frustrated?"
"It's hard to describe in words..."
Mireyu sat down in her seat with a solemn expression. She had just been called out by her boss, the lieutenant, and there was something very concerning about what she heard from him. She couldn't help but whisper to herself.
"I don't know what I will say this time."
"ha?"
“No, nothing”
Mireyu shook her head as if to shake off her unhappy mood, and sighed deeply.
Then I noticed that something seemed to be missing in the house.
"I said, where's Randy?"
When Mireyou asked about Randy, the two male team members working in the corner of the room shrugged. Seeing this, Mireyou stood up from his chair and walked towards them.
The two of them faced the document and waved their pens with a fatal mood.
"Well, the documents were taken down."
"ah!?"
With an exaggerated cry, Kata dropped the document on the floor. Mireyu looked at him and sighed, then turned to Raphael and said
"...So, where are the Randy people?"
Raphael's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look directly at Mireyu. Mireyou seemed to have seen through everything and asked:
"Are you still protecting him now?"
Raphael could only apologize to Randy desperately in his heart, while pointing helplessly at the roof.
"On the roof again?"
Mireille stared blankly at the roof, as if she could see Randy lying on it through the roof, staring straight at it.
On the roof, warm sunlight shines down, and a gentle breeze blows from time to time. It's a good time to take a nap.
Randy was lying on the roof. He put his beret on his face to block the sun. The roof was made of concrete, so it shouldn't be very comfortable to sleep on, but Randy seemed to be used to sleeping here. He got up early in the morning.
Needless to say, I even seemed to have had enough sleep tonight.
Randy's night life almost always starts from the entertainment street in downtown Crossbell. The rapidly developing city of Crossbell has an entertainment street. From the time when the sunset dyes the street red, the surrounding area gradually lights up.
Colorful neon lights bring more and more people coming and going. At sunset, the streets are dyed into a colorful world by colorful neon lights.
At the corner of the street, entering from a small alley, you can see a tavern. This is the tavern that Randy and the others often go to. It used to be a hotel and tavern, but now it has been renovated, and the second floor is used as a seat. The decoration inside
The style is antique, as if it is not from the same era as the current downtown Crossbell. There are many regulars who come here with a nostalgic mood.
It is said that according to the rules set by the Qiyao Church, most countries in the West Semlia continent stipulate that you must be twenty years old before you can drink alcohol. But in fact, he has liked the taste of wine since he was very young. He used to be in the Chasseur Regiment.
I had to drink secretly while I was there so that my difficult cousin wouldn't find out, but now it doesn't matter at all.
There are many members of the police force who are not yet adults, so they cannot drink alcohol, and they can only drink fruit juice when socializing. But Randy was born on March 18, 1182, so he was already twenty years old last year, and he is already upright.
Drinking.
Randy is familiar with this place because the owner of Casino Baruka, Dorek, took him here.
Randy described him this way: "That cunning old man, although he spoke harshly, chose a store with a good style." So he became a regular customer and visited here frequently.
At this time Randy had changed into casual clothes, wearing a gray round-neck sweater and an orange parka. Kata and Raffi, also dressed in casual clothes, were sitting at a table in a corner on the first floor. This was their favorite seat and they often sat there.
it's here.
"I was sleeping comfortably, and suddenly I was called up to do two hundred push-ups. I can't believe it."
As he said that, Randy picked up the glass full of beer and drank it, drinking half the glass in one breath. He put the glass on the table with a bang, put his slightly red face close to Kata, and stared at him with eyes that seemed full of resentment.
he.
"But you two guys are silent!?"
"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with us!"
"It doesn't matter!? Well, from now on I won't introduce cute girls to you anymore. That doesn't matter, right?"
"That, that..."
Kata looked at Randy with a confused expression. Randy once introduced girls he knew in the entertainment street to Kata and Raphael. Randy was able to push the paperwork to them and took advantage of this. If this happened
If Mireyou found out, it would never end again, so the two of them kept silent during the day.
"Well, what should I do?"
Randy smiled evilly and continued to take a sip of beer.
Kata could only look at the bewildered Raffi and said:
"Hey, you guys should make a sound."
"Um?"
"No, don't just say 'um' or anything like that."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Sergeant, she'll just stare at you anyway."
Randy looked at Raphael, the expression on his face seemed to be asking why it was me?
But Kata nodded her head hummingly.
It was such a blessing to be able to divert the conversation away from Randy.
"Senior Sergeant Mireille does this all the time."
"Hey, hey, what are you going to say?"
Randy said as he picked up the wine glass next to the chair and drank down the beer-filled glass in an instant until there was only one sip left.
"So, what do Randy think?"
Rafi, who was already drunk, asked Randy in a drunken tone. Of course he was asking about Mireyou. Randy looked at the remaining beer in the cup, drank it down, and then said,
"Well...let's have a drinking contest. If I win, I'll tell you."
Here we go again, Katta thought. As soon as Randy got drunk, he wanted to bet something to compete with others in drinking.
However, Rafi was also very motivated and had already begun to greet the waiter sister loudly.
"Little sister, please have three glasses of tequila!"
Although he is probably older than the waiter, Rafi still calls him that way. This is what Randy taught him, saying that it is more polite to call him this way. In fact, the effect seems to be really good, every time he does it
If you call the waiter, his attitude will be much better.
"Hey, hey, it's not beer, okay?"
"Why, Randy, why are you showing weakness today?"
Faced with Rafi's provocation, a snicker flashed across Randy's lips.
"We agreed, if you want to use tequila to decide the outcome with me, don't regret it!"
Randy rolled up his sleeves.
Looking at Kata who was holding his head and Raffi who was in high spirits after getting the tequila, Randy was thoughtful.
How happy it is to just have a drink with these two guys without thinking about anything else.
"Come on then, cheers!"
The three wine glasses clinked together, and Randy drank all the wine in one breath.