"Bally, have you been invited? The middle-aged man, who had a blindfold over his left eye and looked fierce, glanced at the young man who was walking in through the entrance of the front hall.

The latter nodded politely, and at the same time handed his matching sword to the attendant who came over, then took off his officer's flat hat and handed it to the servant who was already waiting on the other side: "Yes, and everyone, have you also been invited?" ”

"Of course, in the tone of a stranger, some of the nobles of the country have been invited, and our Majesty and the Majesty of the north will be present in person, and it will be a great meeting, and I hear the wailing of the locks of the treasury, and the golden pounds in it. "The middle-aged man with a mustache and a crepe comb on his back stood in the crowd on the other side and said to his 'colleagues' here.

"Come on, Lord Constance, you civil servants have a lot on your mind. The young man smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I have heard about the battle situation in Roland Valdo, or have you seen the battle report?" ”

"Of course, the Outlanders had caused nearly two million war losses in one week, and to be honest, when I first heard the news, I thought it was a scribe who wrote an extra zero, and you know, this convenient way of counting has a unique wrong way. The middle-aged man known as Constance said goodbye to his companions, and then walked over quickly: "I heard that His Excellency the Sage of the Four Towers, the conductor of the Battle of Dreams, and the Grand Commander of Roland Valdo, has come over with his family. ”

"What a transgression, Lord Constance, the Lady of the Storm, the darling of the Anonymous and the Mother Goddess, the strongest vicarator of Lady Ella and his lover, the Sage of the Four Towers, the Annihilator of the Legion of the Evil Gods, the Honored Prince of the Exotic Lands, Lord Marceau. The seemingly fierce middle-aged man smiled: "You can not take ordinary outsiders seriously, but you must understand that the misfortune of the Changtang people comes from the mouth, which is really very reasonable." ”

"Haha, little Parker, don't scare our Lord Constance. Another nobleman who was obviously a civilian official walked over: "I have seen the heroes and princes in your mouth, to be honest, there is no aristocrat's frame at all, if it weren't for the repeated confirmation of MI7 staff, I really can't believe that there are such noble people in this world." ”

"I've heard that those little outlanders have explored countless planes, and that the world is really unfair to us. The nobleman turned his head to look at the entrance: "Okay, those little men are here...... Looks like my niece, my brother is really a ...... Something I can't talk about. ”

"To be honest, I think it's cute. Barrick and his companions watched as the Highnesses entered the lobby, only to realize in hindsight that the prince did not seem to be in the ranks.

"What happened?" someone muttered.

"It's not like an accident, if it was, our Majesty's old butler wouldn't be so interested. After Constance finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who looked fierce: "Pakrudolf, what do you think." ”

"According to MI7 staff, the commanders of those large warbands of the Outlanders have recently gathered in the imperial capital, and I think that one should have gone to see them. The seemingly fierce middle-aged man pursed the corners of his lips after speaking: "In the words of a foreigner, this is called not putting all your eggs in the same basket." ”

"Investment, I know, to be honest, it's not without reason that outsiders look down on us aborigines, after all, we don't have the ability to project our souls into this world like they do. Constance sighed while looking at his companions: "And the Outlanders don't have this and that concern as we have, but to be honest, the New Edenians are far from exhausted, and I wouldn't approve of letting the two Majesties throw the troops of the United Empire into the Ashbian line at this time, which is murder...... By the way, Luo Qing, what do you think. ”

"I don't agree with that either. The civilian-looking nobleman nodded: "Even if it is only a battle that is less than half the intensity of the Battle of Rolandvado, it will make us pay an astronomical price, that is, the number of pensions that will give the Ministry of the Interior a headache, and the Finance Department of Secretary Constance will also have a headache for the list of pensions." ”

"It's going to be a headache just thinking about it, and the length alone is enough to drive a lot of staff crazy, but I pity the typists in the Ministry of Military Affairs, a list of that length, if you just type it by hand, it will be a headache." Constance looked at Balik: "What do you think, Balik?" ”

"I don't agree with your philosophy, not everything in this world can be measured in money, but I have to agree with you, because our army is not ready, the battle of Roland Valdo has shown that anyone who goes into battle in a line or in a group will only be blown to pieces by artillery with flowering shells or cluster bombs dropped by combat boats, and we need to retrain our army for this ever-changing war. "According to the information I have obtained, the stranger spent at least a year of preparation and at least seven million pounds of ammunition for that war, not counting the equipment of the warriors and the muskets they issued. ”

"What words can make the old prince admire? The civil servant named Locke asked.

"War, war never changes, but the form of war always changes, this world is still this world, but this era is no longer the era when the nobles combined the pitchforks and peasants into one soldier. ”

"Yes, that's a good thing, no matter how many soldiers there are, they can only waste the bullets and patience of those professional soldiers who are out of work. Parker nodded approvingly.

"So, you need to train those soldiers, to transform them from peasants into real warriors? I can't believe it, I can't believe that you have the idea that those peasants can't win a knight even if they train for a lifetime!" Constance said in a categorical voice.

"But it only takes a nine-millimeter bullet for a knight's life's work to turn into the coldest joke, and such a weapon is given to a gifted peasant, who needs only three months of training to be able to hit a humanoid target at a distance of two hundred yards. Speaking of this, Parker sighed: "My old friends, what the stranger said is right, we haven't changed, and times have changed." ”