A rhythmic knock on the door rang out outside the room.

Bridget, who had been interrupted from her thoughts, put away all the parchment on the table, sorted out her appearance, leaned back in the office chair that only Locke could sit on, and shouted calmly outside.

"Please come in!"

Eregor and Falfax streamed in, and Bridget sat up straight, her black pupils staring at the two of them.

"Colonel Bridget, we do have something to look for you," Erigor said this, vaguely signaling his good friend with a vague look, and Colfax walked to the door and closed the door of his office.

Bridget looked at the two of them without saying a word, and then she crossed the fingers of her hands under her chin, her legs casually crossed together.

"Oh? Sit down and say. ”

As a lord with an actual domain, Locke's office was large, but not luxurious. Erigor and Colfax had to sit in hard chairs made of solid wood.

Erigor and Colfax looked at each other, the latter shaking his head and fixing his gaze on the flickering candlelight on the table, and Erigor had to roll his eyes at him.

Sorting out his emotions and organizing his language, Erigor got up and said to Bridget slowly, "We're here because of our respective apprentices. They were arrested by the prosecutors and imprisoned by the prosecutors on suspicion of being undead scourges, and I hope that you, Colonel Bridget, as the deputy head of our Reserve Knights, will be able to take on the responsibilities of the head of the knights while Captain Harvey is away, and get our apprentices out of prison. ”

"Whether they are the spies of the undead or not is not something that the prosecutors can decide in a few words, we, the mentors, and you, as the deputy head of the regiment, have the most right to speak."

Erigor did not continue, he met Bridget's calm gaze with a determined gaze, and neither of them spoke for a moment.

"No one can punish our Silver Hand members at will, not even temporary." Erigor continued while staring at Bridget, "We are all paladins of the Silver Hand, and I'm sure Colonel Bridget should know what it's for. ”

"The glory of the silver hand shall not be defiled." In response to Erigor, Colfax added, "Even if they are really undead, we should deal with them." ”

"Colonel Hudson is currently the de facto commander of the Southern Theater of Operations." Bridget leaned back in her chair and looked at the two of them with her arms folded, "He's more representative of the voice of the Southern Theater of Operations, not me." ”

"What's more, if there really are undead spies among them?"

"You're the vice-captain of our Order, and that's all you need, and Hudson isn't." Erigor sneered a few times, he sat back in his chair and said unceremoniously, "Colonel Bridget, are you still deceiving yourself now?" Do you really believe that those rookie prosecutors under Prosecutor Shiloh can identify the real undead spies? If that's the case, isn't that talking about us people, and above us? “

Erigor pointed to the top of his head with a mocking smile, "Those of us paladins and high-ranking priests who have studied the Way of Light for many years are not as good as a bunch of rookies who have just become priests?" ”

"It's just taking all of us for idiots!"

Erigor spat out the words in hatred, and he said without hesitation, "Just because of that sudden incident, everyone must be screened within the crusaders." I really doubt that our Grand Commander has a problem here! ”

"We've been doing this for more than a month, except for the 'undead spies' who were hanged in the first place, and the prison has once again been filled with people called 'undead spies'. ”

"Look at what has become of the streets of Iva now, are we really screening the undead by doing this? Or are we destroying our foundations? Erigor pointed outside, "We are pushing the civilians who support us into boundless panic!" I would even go so far as to say that if this continues, our crusaders will disappear in the future! ”

"Above all," Colfax also stood up, and he looked at Bridget and said slowly, "Lord Harvey doesn't want to see this, Iva was built by him." If he was there, he wouldn't let anything affect Iva's normal development, not even the undead! ”

Britsette doesn't end up giving the two of them any promises, and after hearing some grumbling from both of them, Britsette lets them go.

How could Bridget not know what these two people were thinking, this was not as simple as they said. If it weren't for the fact that his father was a general and his lover was Locke, he would be the head of the Reserve Knights with a false name?

You don't want to disobey military orders, do I want to? Do I deserve to be blackened by this? If you don't want to, am I willing to do it?

Bridget snorted coldly, although she didn't want to be used, there was still some truth in what they said.

The screening campaign that ravaged the Crusader-held territory has now severely affected the prosperity of the burgeoning city of Iva, and the shrinking market speaks for itself. Those soldiers who were arrested in the name of undead spies, regardless of whether they were undead spies or not, many of them were excellent soldiers who had been tested by war, and they should not and could not die in prison just like that.

What's more, Locke doesn't want to see the city he built wither like this, and shrink in his own hands!

"Someone!" Bridget shouted.

The door was pushed open, and a sergeant guard walked in.

"Go and bring Prosecutor Shiloh over, just say I'm in a hurry!"

The guards saluted and quickly left the office, and Bridget got up and left her desk, walking back and forth in the office.

The prosecutorial system was in a unique position within the Crusaders.

It is independent of the military and rooted in it. Administratively, they are under the command of the Grand Prosecutor, Ethanlien, and at the same time under the local supreme commander.

In wartime, prosecutors often took on the role of field doctors and counselors, and were loved by soldiers. After the war, they would take on the role of priests, priests, and other clergy. The top prosecutor of a regiment often also manages the logistics of the regiment and sometimes also serves as local administration.

These people are quick thinkers, because the work they do is often very complex.

And this is where Bridget worries, she doesn't want to disobey the military orders from above, and she doesn't want to embarrass her father. Then there is only one way to go, and that is to convince Shiloh.

"That's really ......" Bridget shook her head helplessly, she looked back at the chair behind her desk, where Locke had once sat to deal with Iva's military and political affairs.

"If you were here, I wouldn't be so embarrassed!"

Although he was very dissatisfied with Locke's visit to the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the matter here really needs to be dealt with quickly. She and Shiloh are strictly at the same level, and she can't tell her what to do, in terms of status and responsibilities, she can only and can only listen to Locke's command.

Shiloh doesn't easily follow other people's suggestions, which undoubtedly makes what he wants to do next difficult.