"Although we have a lot of money, we can't waste it so much, this requirement is too extravagant and useless, I don't think it's necessary." A well-mannered-looking young man grabbed a document and said to the young man on the other side, who looked a little pale.

"But I think it's necessary! Without these ornaments, what nobleman would feel like a Knights of Destiny? In their minds, ornaments are equal to status. Think about how terrible the scum vanity of these nobles is, and anyway, in the end, they will pay for it, and all the princes and nobles, can't they take this money. The young man glanced at the contents and said unconcernedly.

"That's right...... But I don't think it's the same direction as our education. No matter what, we have to teach something real, and I think it can be put on the agenda. ”

"Remember how many lords above the marquis sent messengers to scold Chief Gerald after the end of the first night? I can't remember. It's their choice, and they're going to gild it, and we don't really have to pay attention to it. ”

"But what's the use of these things? Make them look a little shinier? ”

"You'd better think about them. Rest assured, it's not us who paid for it, they asked for it themselves. I'm just asking them to advance some value in advance, so that we can give our fighters a better environment to grow. ”

"Well...... "Sven looked a little disappointed, "it's good for them, but they don't appreciate it." Not knowing what to say, he sat back in silence and worked on the other papers.

This side is over, and the other side begins.

"Is it too early to introduce iron weights? This thing can't be prevented in the open air, it needs a warehouse! ”

"Sooner or later, it's better to take advantage of the balance of funds now that we have a balance to step up the purchase, and it will be difficult to buy it in the future."

"But these things are too easy to rust, these recruits can't handle this amount of training, right?"

"I know, but this is Chief Gerald's proposal...... "The executive laughed, "what can I do?" ”

"No problem, I'll pass."

Xiu couldn't read the book properly at all.

Truth be told, the amount of information in the conversation was far more appealing to him than in the book, and he quickly turned all his attention to the administrators' conversations.

These words opened the door to a new world for him. These people had to work every day to repair everything they had never worried about before, food, clothing, training, weapons, horse grass, and so on. Their daily supplies were delivered to several supply depots established in the Duchy of Austria, the Duchy of the Upper Rhine, the Duchy of Bavaria, and several other principalities under the Holy Roman Empire, hundreds of miles away.

Xiu only knew how to eat at the end of the day, but he didn't know or think about how these meals came from.

He now finally realizes that it turns out that I have an anti-itch e?! ……

"Energy is limited, how old are these little kids? Knockouts, you also follow the standards of regular reserve knights? ”

"What are you afraid of, there are logistics companions over there to deal with, you don't know how unstable the price of this thing is, buy a batch while it's cheap now, anyway, sooner or later you have to use it!"

"Alright then, no problem."

"Section chief, you see that this is asking for attention tomorrow."

They express their opinions in such a relaxed atmosphere, and often both parties can finally reach an agreement, and then peers or dismiss the opinions, and a sub-document is like a stream of water from their hands to approve changes. Occasionally, some documents could not be processed by them, and the papers would be piled up on top of each other, and every hour someone would bring them to Gerald's desk.

Judging by the weight, Gerrard may have to stay up all night tonight.

Xiu heard a lot of things that he couldn't understand.

For example, the training policies and directions of the 1st and 2nd teams are not the same, which can be seen in the attitude of Gerald and Suzanne towards the second team. They were strict with the first brigade, and they almost ignored the second brigade.

For example, when they discuss, they always inadvertently mention one thing: Gerald's workload.

The administrators always consciously or unconsciously want to help Gerald reduce their workload, so much so that they will pick and choose again when they send Gerald documents, solve all the decisions they can make, and write down their thoughts so that Gerald only needs to sign them. Only those who really have no right to participate in will be given to Gerald. Generally, there are very few such documents, and there is not necessarily one of them. But even so, they will do their best to help Gerald find the information he needs, and send it along with the copy.

Why would they do so much to help Gerald? It's such a nasty person.

Xiu fell into deep thought.

If Gerald asks him to do something, the Order will do it, but just to complete the task, not more.

These people are doing more than their jobs, just to be able to share some of the work for Gerald.

Why did they try so hard?

He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

He looked back and saw the old godfather looking at him with a kind smile.

"I'm distracted."

Only then did Xiu realize that he had come here to make up for classes, not to see other people's work.

He bowed his head in shame and nodded.

"You have to learn to keep your mind in the midst of distractions. It's like in this noisy environment, you have to be able to read quietly and read in your heart. The godfather held out his hand.

Visible in the sleeves are old palms. The knuckled fingers and the wrinkled skin are all indicative of the old man's age.

He flipped open the hardcover cover, fingers tracing the pages to the first one.

"You don't need to remember every word, and you don't have to ask me what that means. You have to learn to think with your heart and experience in your life. This is a long-term task, repair. The old man's finger swiped lightly over the book of Genesis in the first verse of the Bible, leaving a shallow nail mark.

"Perhaps, you only need a few years to do it. Or maybe you're going to spend a lifetime. But this book is just a reference for you, and you have to write down your own Bible in your heart. ”

Xiu nodded as if he didn't understand.

The old man patted Xiu's head, sat back in his place, and quietly flipped through the heavy book in his hand. On his desk, there was a cup of steaming hot water.

Xiu tried to quiet himself down and read, but it did make it a little difficult for him.

The office isn't noisy, but it's not quiet either.

The voices of the administration's discussions are still pouring in, and one message after another is captured by Xiu's ears.

But at this time, Xiu wished he couldn't hear this.

Because of this, this book can't be read at all.

He couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

At this moment, a slender hand gently patted him on the shoulder, and he looked back at the delicate face and kind smile.