"Gerald, what do you mean by that letter you gave me?" The man's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Gerard's face shrouded in darkness, obscured by the night.

The pitch-black cloak was covered with wind and snow, and it looked like it had just come from a hurried march.

At this moment, the man was standing alone in this place, shouting at the master of the city, but the master had no intention of anger.

"I need an explanation." His words were full of malpractice, and a thick sense of danger overflowed from between the lines.

Gerald glanced at him.

Then his face was filled with bewilderment.

"Letters, what letters? I don't remember if I wrote to you? ”

He looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Gerald, I didn't think you were the kind of person who likes to play dumb." Under the cloak, a hand with a white glove was raised, and a brand-new envelope was held between his fingers.

The seal of the letter has been opened, which means that the letter has been opened and seen.

"The seal of the envelope is the seal of your Gerard Shaniyat, and who else can have that seal but you! And the handwriting on the inside, and your signature at the end, Gerard, can't I see if it's not! He threw the letter on the floor in front of Gerald, "You're still playing dumb for me, aren't you?" ”

Gerald unexpectedly did not make any counter-action against his behavior, but silently grabbed the letter and glanced at it, only then did he show a sudden expression.

"Oh, it's this letter." He seemed to remember, and then said nonchalantly, "It's just a little joke I made, just to see you." ”

"Are you kidding?" The man seemed to be in a daze, he stumbled incoherently like a stammer, he was so angry that even the tip of his tongue was stiff, and he couldn't even spit out the words "You... You, you, you... You're fucking writing me something like this just to see me! I..."

"Mr. Edward, discourage, your language doesn't look like an aristocrat. Pay attention to your image. The barracks are so simple that there is no way to entertain you with water, so why don't you chew on the snow on the wall to calm down? ”

Edward was visibly mad.

"Gerald, I'm telling you, sooner or later, someone will die between me and you," he grabbed a mouthful of snow angrily and chewed hatefully.

"Are you calm?"

Gerald said lightly.

"If there's something, just say it."

"Actually, I really considered terminating the deal with you."

Edward was suddenly rushed into his trachea by a pile of cold snow water, and for a moment he was choked and coughed violently, "cough, cough..." At first, he coughed rapidly and slowly, but every time he hit it was like a heart-rending cough.

It took him a long time to recover.

This time, however, he said nothing more. Instead, he calmed down and looked at Gerald coldly.

Because he knows that no matter how angry he is, no matter how angry he is, it will not help. This person doesn't care.

"What is the reason why you are willing to give up the position of Legion Commander and terminate your cooperation with me?"

"There's no reason for that. I just thought about it for a moment, and then I wrote you a letter to ask you to come over. ”

Edward frowned.

Something is very wrong.

Gerrard would never do such a childish move. No matter what, he will definitely be able to distinguish which is more important.

But that letter...

But it must have been written by Gerald correctly. There was no problem with the code words of every sentence, the order of each paragraph, the handwriting, and even the signature of the last signature, the signature of Shaniyat, as well as his own personal signature.

So what made him make such a choice?

"One last time I asked you, and I said quickly, I'll leave if it's okay. If you're just looking for me to pass the time, that's fine. During this time, I will have to compensate for my losses! A cold edge flashed in his eyes, "Measured by the tax revenue of Liverpool Harbour all day!" ”

"The gold coin robbery incident, is it related to you?" Gerald said lightly.

"That's my money, do I need to do it?" Edward looked at Gerald with a hint of clarity in his eyes.

I can't tell what it is, the only thing I know for sure is which feeling is definitely not a good feeling.

"The Royal Navy of the British Empire, the captain of the three-masted fast battleship "Holy Sword Glory", Viscount Cordroll..." he looked at Edward, "Aren't you Apokalis family of British blood, you are deeply rooted in Britain, and it is easy to call such a person." ”

"After that money was lost, did I immediately send you another batch of money of the same amount, all of which were florin gold coins of more than 95% purity?" Edward said coldly, "I have prepared the risk that the money will not be recovered, and I will give you a second payment, and I will not complain a word." And what about you? When you got the money back, instead of returning it to me, you were going to ask me for a third one. Gerrard... Are you really my money, God's reward? ”

"So, who do you think it will be?" Gerald's words changed without warning.

"How do I know!" Edward yelled, "You think I know everything, don't you! ”

"It's impossible for ordinary people to know about us, let alone about our supply convoys." Gerald looked into Edward's eyes, looking at it very carefully, not letting go of any fluctuations in his expression, "Besides, our supply convoy is all regular Valkyrie troops... Such a force is simply not something that ordinary people can compete with. His eyes narrowed slightly, "But they knew it. Knowing that the weak-looking, naïve, carefree children were not something they could handle, they planted gunpowder that could almost bury an legion, and used siege artillery to pierce the walls, and used them against my men... None of those girls are over the age of 20! He unconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist, "So please don't say how angry you are in front of me." If it makes you angry just because of something like this, it just means... You don't fit. He said pointedly.

Edward's face contorted.

Gerard saw it all, but he didn't say anything.

"Angry, think I'm excessive. But your anger now, compared to the anger in my chest—" He suddenly tightened his brow, and between his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose sank into a wrinkle like a mountain. Suddenly, his eyes were violent and fierce in an instant, like an angry lion roaring at his enemies. At that moment, Edward seemed to feel Gerald's chest, like billions of tons of lava that the Alps could not endure even the sun and tall mountains, constantly expanding, constantly expanding, constantly supporting everything in his body, as long as he did not hold back for a moment, it was like a storm!

"Your anger is as gentle as a coal!"

(End of chapter)