Kordak had only seen Manhattan from afar, after all, he was only a captain. At such a level, there are still very few opportunities to see the high-level commanders of the Hawke Empire.

And today, Kordaq finally has a chance to see the honor of this legendary general of the Empire.

Manhattan is tall, about 1.85 meters tall. Moreover, although he is already an eighty-year-old man, Manhattan's body is still tall and powerful, and he walks with a vigorous demeanor, fully demonstrating what it means to be old and strong.

His skin was dark and rough, and the wrinkles on his face were as hard and resolute as tree bark. Although his eyes are not very large, they always have an elusive light, and if others try to guess his intentions from his eyes, then this person will most likely fail.

Manhattan had short, silvery-white hair, barely over an inch long, but each hair stood stubbornly like a steel needle. The silver-white beard covered the entire chin, which added a bit of brutality to the dark-skinned old man.

"Kordak, I've seen the general. Because he didn't know Manhattan's purpose in calling him over, Kordaq was very cautious when he came to Manhattan's military tent. But......

Kordaq glanced at the two women behind him as he looked down, Vera, as his lieutenant, was already a little reluctant to follow. But why did Lanmir come with her? Could it be that even the general could buy tickets to watch these days?

"How is the injury?" Manhattan couldn't help but have a hint of appreciation in his eyes when he saw the tall Kordack, this kid was a good material for being a soldier at first glance.

"Miss Tolan Mill's blessing is almost as good as it gets. It is estimated that in a few days, it will be cured. Kordak bowed his head slightly: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank the general for his concern and for appointing such an excellent priest to treat Kordak." ”

"Hey, such an excellent priest!" Manhattan couldn't help but wonder, he looked at Lammere behind Kordak, and then said with a smile: "Ranmere priest, it seems that you are here in Kordak, and your evaluation is not low!"

"Hmph, with me Ranmir here, where are the wounded who can't be cured?" Ranmir said proudly.

"???" Cordak and Vera were confused, both of them were respectful here in Manhattan, why was this Ranmill so casual in the face of Manhattan?

"Haha!" Manhattan didn't look displeased by Lammeer's performance, he laughed, and then said, "I wonder if you have the confidence to say this when you face Ms. Nancy?"

"Oops~Grandpa~~!" Lammere behaved like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl at this time, and she glanced at Manhattan with disgust: "Why do you always compare me to Miss Nancy?"

"Grandpa?" Kordaq couldn't help but be confused.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. Ranmeel said apologetically, "My full name is Ranmere Rodrades." ”

"......" Kordak finally understood, because Manhattan's full name was Manhattan Rodrades. Lanmeer and Manhattan turned out to be grandparents......

"Lanmeer, she's my only granddaughter. Manhattan also opened his mouth to confirm this.

"I was rude before, Miss Rodrades......" Kordak wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hell, he hadn't been chatting with the priestess for the past two days.

And as they get acquainted with each other, the content of the chat has also begun to become taboo. What Regner peeked at Anne Lot taking a bath, what Regner peeked at Anne Lot's change of clothes, what Regner beast might as well share the bed with little Lori Innieris......

(Regner: Boss, you've been meowing for the past two days, right?)

If Lammere was just an ordinary woman, even if she was a high-ranking priest, it would not be a big deal to say such a bad thing to her once in a while. But damn it, Lammere was the granddaughter of the Manhattan General, and the only one in the family. In case the old man knows that he told some nonsense jokes in front of his granddaughter, God knows how this military bigwig will react!

And Vera also knew what Kordak had been chatting with Lammere in the past two days, so when she heard Manhattan's words, she also chuckled in her heart. She glanced at Kordak complainingly, and then noticed that the thing was also pale at this time......

"Alright, Mr. Kordak, don't do that, I didn't tell you who I am before, in part because I was afraid that you would alienate me because of it. Ranmir smiled slightly: "I'm just an ordinary military priest, and there is nothing special about it. ”

"Ranmill was right. Manhattan looked at Ranmere with a flash of love in his eyes, and he said slowly, "There are no generals' granddaughters in the army, only the chaplain of the army. ”

"Hee-hee, Grandpa is right!" Ranmir nodded in satisfaction.

"So. Manhattan's face suddenly turned grim: "Officer Ranmeel, what we are going to discuss now will involve the next plan of action of our army. Therefore, please recuse yourself!"

"Grandpa!" Ranmir pouted dissatisfiedly: "Then according to the regulations, Kordak is still my wounded!"

"Alright. In the face of his granddaughter, it was difficult for Manhattan to reprimand anything with a straight face, and he said helplessly: "Go back and pray today, don't embarrass grandpa." ”

"Got it!" Ranmir mischievously stuck out his tongue at Cordak and Vera before turning away.

"She is the only heir to my Rodrades family. Manhattan said softly as he looked in the direction Ranmir had left.

"Huh?" Kordak was a little confused.

"Because of her father, I always felt that I owed Ranmir a lot. Manhattan continued, "So, since I beat her up when she was 10 years old, I sent her to church. I don't want her to accept the influence of our people anymore and become one of those aristocratic ladies that people call them. ”

"Your son......" Kordak asked tentatively.

A trace of grief flashed in Manhattan's eyes: "Died in battle while following the previous king in the founding war." ”

"I'm sorry......" Kordak bowed his head slightly.

"It's just something from the past. Manhattan quickly hid his emotions: "But now, because of the fact that Lanmeel grew up in the church, this girl is twenty-six years old, but sometimes she behaves like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Speaking of which, I didn't expect that......"

"Uh......" Kordak was confused, he didn't know what Manhattan meant by saying this to himself.

Manhattan turned his head to look at Cordak, and then patted him on the shoulder with a little encouragement: "I like you kid very much, maybe you will have a lot of contact with her in the future, and when the time comes, maybe you can help me take care of her." ”

"Kordak commanded. Kordaq said reluctantly against Vera's murderous gaze behind him. Manhattan's words are really a bit ambiguous, but with the status gap between him and Manhattan, do you dare to refuse?

Manhattan smiled slightly, he seemed to inadvertently glance at Vera, who didn't look good, and then waved his hand: "Okay, let's talk about these private matters first! Do you know the purpose of calling you here today?"

"Kordaq is stupid. ”

"Stupid?" Manhattan grinned suddenly, and he gently hammered Kordak on the shoulder, "Speaking of which, you're pretty stupid." Came up with such a stupid way to crack Stoker's mage squad. ”

"Seeing my brothers fall in pieces, I was also a little dizzy. Kordak smiled bitterly and said, "So this is the only way to do it in a hurry, but fortunately there is no big mess." ”

"But you can't expect that to happen every time. Manhattan suddenly turned grim and said, "As a soldier, what you have to think about is not how many good fortunes will appear on the battlefield, but how many just if! Think about it! What if you can't resist the magic bombardment of the mage team? What if you are not seriously injured but killed this time? What if the independent brigade loses a lot of money because of the loss of your command? Have you ever considered these when you rushed forward?"

"No......," Cordak said in a deep voice, bowing his head.

Manhattan went on to say, "Valuing each of his subordinates is certainly a quality that a commander must possess. But I want you to remember that for a soldier, feelings may be more important than reason, but for a good commander, reason is always more important than feelings. ”

"Kordaq will always remember the general's teachings. Kordak said earnestly. Although Manhattan seems to be accusing himself of being irrational in his previous behavior, Kordaq understands that the old man is actually guiding himself. Therefore, he listened carefully to every word of Manhattan, which was the experience of a veteran who had fought for most of his life, and he couldn't find it anywhere else!

Next, Manhattan and Kordaq carefully analyzed the battlefield situation at Outpost No. 2 at that time. Then the old man pointed out several deficiencies in Kordak's command at that time, and of course, he also praised Kordak for doing a good job.

It has to be said that although Manhattan is an imperial general who commands tens of thousands of troops, he also has excellent insights into the command of small-scale battles. After listening to Manhattan's analysis, Kordak suddenly realized that if he had followed the old general's method, the casualties might be reduced by two percent.

When Kordak realized this, his admiration for Manhattan grew stronger.

"Okay, that's all there is to it about the previous battle. Manhattan took a sip of tea and said, "This is the first thing I did to you." And the second thing is...... I heard you have a good relationship with the Chief of Military Intelligence, Mr. Dark Elegy, Mr. Regner?"