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The number of guests was becoming scarcer, and the flasks on the table were empty. Macuro got up and clapped his hands, and several mercenary retinues sitting in the hall walked over, he smiled and looked at the bandit leader, "Mr. Lecter, I hope everything is pleasant on the trip to Afron." ”

"All pleasant."

Glo replied as he stood up and held up his empty glass. After seeing Marcuro and his party leave the tavern, he sat back in his chair, squinting slightly, and began to remember the time and the events of the night, trying to figure out something.

Judging by the merchant Bane, and the fat man, forgive Glo for not knowing Flord's name, a large amount of weapons and equipment had flowed into Afron - in the past, things on this level were strictly regulated, and mercenaries, or the personal guards of the nobles, it was difficult to obtain such elite equipment without special permission. The nobles changed their clothes in private, and if the royal family found out, it would almost be equivalent to rebellion. It is impossible for the Escuds not to know this, but they did it anyway, which proves that the power of the royal family has completely created a vacuum in the Northlands.

On the other hand, based on the contact with the "brimmed hat" and the "domineering puppeteer", the kingdom's navy seems to regard the lord of Nogo as a lifeline, while the Escud family, with a relaxed and easy grasp of the entire situation in Afron.

In the previous life, in the game, there was no magical turn of events, the power of the navy was easily driven away from Afron, and the Escud family went from being nominal lords to real power holders. In the conversation with Marcuro just now, although the other party's attitude was not completely single, Glo knew very well that the Escud family did not care about the possible interference of the Nogo side.

Maybe they analyzed each other's strengths? Or were they convinced that the Lord Adam was too mired in confusion and strife to pull his hands out? Thinking about it, Glo substituted his position for the different forces, and he knew the principle of the aristocracy—that all actions were for the benefit of themselves or the group to which they belonged, without violating the rules of the nobles, both overtly and covertly.

Now, the "domineering puppeteer" regards him as the "Lecter", the staff of the Nogo lord, but surprisingly, he did not show any hostility, on the contrary, there were some friendly expressions. There was no stinginess in Marcuro's words to appreciate him personally, and it seemed that there was still some intention to solicit. However, Glo knew that his current identity was "Lecter", and he was in the position of the staff man, so it didn't seem reasonable to take refuge in it.

Although Glo himself has this in mind.

As for Afron's kingdom navy, in the game background of the previous life, they did not belong to the elite of the kingdom, or they would not have fallen to this point. After the defeat of the Sixth Eta War, the royal family suddenly seemed to ignore them, what was going on?

Glo didn't know much about Elante's royal family, but he found that the will of the upper echelons was full of doubts in Afron, too many unreasonable places, like a messy puzzle, forming all kinds of vague pictures in his mind, he imagined all kinds of possibilities, and gradually fell into hesitation - should he use his identity to attach to the Escud family, or help the kingdom's navy out of the predicament? Although he is not a strong man who can influence the balance of power between the two sides now, with the foresight of his previous life, there are many, many things he can do.

Choice. Glo thought of this word in an instant, and after three years in this world, he found that he was finally standing at the crossroads of fate once again.

The lights of the tavern flickered and dimmed, and the waiters began to stuff their chairs back under the tables, and the proprietor leaned over the counter, settling the day's earnings. The singers of the tavern were gone, and without the music, the whole tavern was unusually quiet, and even the crisp crickets in the corner could be heard.

The icing on the cake, or the charcoal in the snow?

After pondering it, Glo hesitated and walked towards the staircase of the tavern. He booked a room at the Mermaid Reef, and at night, the only sound of moonlight and waves crashing against the reef was left in the harbor dock, and by this time, most people had fallen asleep.

……

The rum was not very alcoholic, and Seren pulled up his collar and hurried towards the naval station, his heart burning as if a fire was burning his soul, and the ridicule and contempt from Marculo made it difficult for him to calm down, and he clenched his teeth, but sadly found that nothing could be done about it.

The waves were rolling in, and the autumn night breeze came from the streets, washing away the warmth of alcohol, and the sorrow and anger, and Selen shuddered suddenly—from this shiver he immediately woke up, and he thought of his duty, of the current state of Afron, and of some of the predicaments facing the kingdom's navy. What he should do now is not to hide in the warm bed and cry like a coward.

Wait, that gentleman from Karthas?

Seren stopped suddenly, but he found himself unconsciously back at the Kingdom Navy's garrison in Afron, where the whole garrison was quiet, and there were two watchtowers erected behind the gates of the garrison, and the light of the torches shone on the side of the towers, and he saw two heads poking out.

"Sir!"

The two young sentinels shouted respectfully, their voices neat, and there seemed to be an extraordinary tacit understanding between them.

"I'm back."

Syren let out a leisurely sigh as the sentinels ran down from the watchtower and pulled the gate open. Selen couldn't help but squint his eyes as he looked at the two young men whose faces were red from the wind, and his eyes became a little moist - no matter what the situation, there were people who were sticking to their duties, so what reason did he have to be easily discouraged and frustrated?

He thought back to what had happened in the tavern tonight, and quickly made up his mind, and walked towards the barracks not far away. There were several lights in the barracks, and instead of going back to his room, he went straight to a slightly larger house in the camp. He stood in front of the house, saw the light in the room through the window on the side, and knew that Lord Leos had not rested.

Bang bang!

After two rhythmic knocks, a middle-aged man with pale sideburns and a dignified face opened the door.