"It's simple." Alan bowed his head lightly, pointed to the character class behind him, and said, "Let them also come to class, everyone is a classmate, and the conflict will be eliminated after the last class." ”

Thomas suddenly realized and agreed: "Teacher Allen is so smart, why didn't I think of it." ”

It's not that he didn't expect it, but his subconscious is still afraid of Pendeban and doesn't want his companions to join Pendban...... Alan silently assessed Thomas's mental state, knowing that the students' ideological consciousness was not strong enough.

The rest of the Templar cadets nodded their heads, agreeing with Allen's wise decision, taking turns patting their ass:

"Yes, we can have a few more classmates in the same period."

"Teacher Allen has a big heart, I might as well be too."

"But won't the progress keep up?"

Some Lions worry about their friends, worried that they won't be able to keep up with Allen's class progress.

"It's okay, if you can't learn, you will repeat a grade, and I don't have more than one moral class." Alan waved his hand and told the lionmen to move more chairs into the classroom next time and add a place so that the new POWs could have a seat to study.

The classroom was not crowded, and because of Thomas's inquiry, the seats for the next class must be crowded.

However, the students didn't realize it, they just felt that there was an opportunity to learn, so they didn't care whether they were crowded or not.

After Eren left, the POWs were dumbfounded, they had never seen the Templars worship the human lord so fervently.

The Terrans are considered nobles in their royal city, but their status is definitely not so disparity, and they cannot bow down to such a point.

There is something wrong with the fanaticism of the Templars, and perhaps the problem lies in Pyndurban...... The veteran POWs glanced at each other and sensed the problem.

But there was no way for them to escape, their throats were wrapped in layers of rope, their mouths were stuffed with smelly socks, and their hands and legs were locked to the pillars.

"Bear with me, brothers, tomorrow we will be classmates." Thomas walked up to them and persuaded them gently, as if it was a very happy thing to join Pentban.

The more the veterans listened, the more they feared Pentban, as if the classroom was a flood beast, and to enter it was to die.

"Tomorrow City, it's a scary ......"

The veterans choked up and sobbed, the information was not said, and they had to be brainwashed, which was a shame in life.

"Compared to the forest, Eren is really dangerous!"

The POWs bowed their proud heads, hating themselves for waking up too late, and now it was too late.

……

Alan returned to his office and saw a few documents on his desk.

"What's the important letter today?" Alan looked at Windsor.

Two desks were added next to Windsor, and there sat a man and a woman, the male was a lion and the female was a fox clan, assisting Windsor in dealing with the events in Tomorrow City, commonly known as the deputy city lord's secretary.

As for why the race is not the cat race, Alan knows in his heart that this is Windsor's action to express support for the idea of a multinational nation.

Taking over so many government affairs, Windsor's political thinking has improved rapidly, if she chooses two cat people as her assistants, she will definitely be replaced by Allen, it is better to change to a different race to show her political position.

Windsor stroked half of her bangs, "Yes, the beast tide is over, and the intelligence network in the whole country is active, and there are more letters." ”

The two little secretaries behind her lowered their heads and buried themselves in their work, although they admired Alan very much, but they couldn't eat as food, and continued to approve documents.

"Well, I'll see."

Alan looked at the letters on the table, which were basically letters that Windsor had selected.

There aren't many such letters, and Alan doesn't like to read too many letters, if he really wants to handle them all, he will definitely be annoyed to death.

Unwrap the ink of the first letter for a quick glance.

"The Beast Tide is stationed in the southern forest area, forming a new forbidden place, and the reference location is in ......"

This letter is the follow-up information of the beast tide, there are many beasts running out of the 100,000 mountains, and there is no Lionheart army to sweep them, they occupy the land as the king, and circle a forest into a territory.

Beast territory like this can't live long, as long as Lionheart recovers, it will be able to clean up the beast territory within a year or two, and once again strangle the beast tide in the cradle.

The second letter is that there are many displaced people in cities and towns across the country, and many towns cannot accommodate so many disaster victims, and now is the perfect time for the Tomorrow City army to go out to collect the victims.

By next year, Wangcheng may have his hands free to fight Tomorrow City, and Alan pulled out a map of Lionheart's country, pondered the geographical location of each town, and thought about the amount of ammunition stockpile, and weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

Naturally, it is a good time to collect the victims, but there is not so much food in the territory for the time being, so it is best to occupy the coastal cities, open up shipping, transport grain from other countries into the city, and increase the grain reserves of the city of tomorrow.

"Saltpeter Town is already Tomorrow City, Morning Glory Town is in ruins, and South Bank Town and Shuizhu Port are good targets." Allen's gaze looked down on the map.

Shuizhu Port is the closest to the coast and is the largest port town in the east of Lionheart.

The prosperity of Nan'an Town is one level worse than that of Shuizhu Port, and the business is not as strong as Shuizhu Port, the only advantage is that Nan'an Town is very close to the canal, and his fleet goes south to Nan'an Town, and to Shuizhu Port has to travel around the coastline, which is not so convenient.

"Let's go to Southbank Town first to get help and see how many victims we can receive." Alan nodded at Southbank with his hand.

"Windsor, there's still enough food in Tomorrow City."

"With the current total population of Tomorrow City, it will be enough in three months." Windsor replied without raising her head.

"Well, then send troops to help the victims, if you can, you won't shoot, saving bullets is the first priority, and it doesn't matter if there are fewer victims." Alan wasn't going to attack the city, he had to save some bullets to defend himself against it.

"Okay." Windsor had no opinion, and wrote a military mobilization order casually, stamping the deputy city lord's seal at the end.

The paper was passed to Allen's desk, and Allen stamped the Great Seal of the City Lord with his seal, and there were two large seals on one piece of paper.

Then the little assistant of the fox clan wagged his beautiful fox tail and sent the important documents with double red seals to the military department on the first floor.

The two deputy ministers of the military department were out on mission, and the orc staff ran to the intelligence department building next door, and used flying pigeons to pass the message to the deputy minister.

With a bang, the white dove flew out of the intelligence building.

Two hours later, the soldiers of Tomorrow City began to assemble and mobilize as a whole.