The "brimmed hat" sat in front of Admiral Ofron, Leos von Naldo. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, the "brimmed hat" was no longer Seren, and the officer was busy with it—he boiled a jug of water in a small iron kettle, and then took some tea leaves from the cupboard, and put a handful into two cups, and when the lid of the kettle was fluttering, he took the kettle and brewed two cups of steaming tea.

"Mr. Lecter, this is our Admiral."

Syren introduced to Glo. He placed the teacup on his desk and pulled over a chair and sat aside.

"Lord Leos, greetings from Duke Arrhenius."

"How is old Adam lately?"

"All is well."

Out of etiquette, as soon as the bandit leader took his seat, he greeted the middle-aged man in front of him with an attitude befitting that he was an envoy, and his demeanor was polite, and he really looked like the staff gentleman who was born in the commoner, had been in the military, and was well-educated. While speaking, he quietly looked at this person, although this Admiral of Afron NPC did not appear in the game in his previous life, but the pure physiological characteristics of the other party's Ifon Law show more or less the royal bloodline, or rather, the upper nobles of the royal family.

This also makes the bandit leader's wall-like stance immediately more insignificant tendencies.

Maybe you can catch the royal line?

The bandit leader carefully analyzes this possibility in his heart - in the past life, in the game, through certain quests, you can gain the prestige of the kingdom. And this is the key to knighthood for players, and he has been thinking about this possibility all the way since he decided to follow Seren to the camp of the Kingdom Navy. Helping the navy of the Afron Kingdom in a battle is not essentially any different from those missions.

It's just that now belongs to the time before the game is launched, is the prestige system really on? The bandit leader still had doubts in his mind. However, he quickly put this doubt behind him, even if there is no such thing as prestige in this world, it is a great thing to gain the favor of a powerful nobleman.

After a brief pleasantry, Glo didn't say anything more. He knew that he was just an impostor, and it was easy to be exposed if he talked too much. Therefore, he decided to see the move.

The conversation between the three of them quickly got to the point, the pale-faced middle-aged nobleman with the straightforwardness of a soldier, and after a brief exchange of information about Afron's situation, Ceren, who was sitting on the sidelines, received a signal - the young officer gentleman got up and walked into another room, and after a few minutes, he took a companion with him, and the two of them held one in each of them

Thick stacks of books walked in. The scrolls were neatly stacked on the desk, and Ceren nodded to his chief.

"You may know a little bit about Afron, but that's not all."

Leos picked up his teacup, took a sip, pulled out a scroll and handed it over, "I don't think old Adam would have been so relieved if he had known about Afron's current situation. ”

"Oh—am I confused? The way Nogo is now—by the way, is Karthas okay? ”

After placing the scroll in front of Glo, Leos suddenly laughed to himself again, and he opened the drawer under the desk, and took out a pipe from it, and after snapping his fingers, a cloud of smoke rose from the pipe.

Arcane fire type?

Glo remained silent, but he was extremely shocked in his heart, he knew the goods - the other party's hand was not a very easy thing to do. The lack of props, spells, and gestures at least shows that the Lord Leos in front of him has mastered the essence of fire arcane!

He secretly opened the [Surrounding Character Status], and in the radar map, this adult is a black dot.

Sure enough, the nobles who can be in this position are not wine bags and rice bags!

"It's still the same, but there was a little rebellion last month, and it's now subsided."

Glo took over the conversation and replied calmly. He was not talking about this confidential information - in Nogo the city civilians, mercenaries, bandits, walking merchants, and even farmers digging in the fields already knew about it.

It stands to reason that this Admiral should also know. However, he seemed to be a little interested, and he stared at Glo, "How were those rebels dealt with in the end?" ”

"They ran away."

The bandit leader shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands in a helpless look. It's no secret either—the power at the hands of Karthas doesn't have much advantage over the rebels, and blind adventures don't fit the principles of a fiefdom lord.

This reply undoubtedly disappointed Leos, and his pale face seemed to have lost a little bit of blood, and a trace of depression flashed in his eyes, but he laughed quickly again, and sighed, "It seems that old Adam is also in a deep quagmire." ”

"But the Duke still cares about the royal family, so I'm here."

These words expressed the impotence of the Karthas side, but Glo could not bear to watch the Admiral of the Admiral of the Afron Navy depressed, he took off his brimmed hat and placed it on his desk, picked up a scroll, and flipped through it casually. The reason why he came here was not to watch everything slide into the trajectory of history in his previous life. If possible, he wants to do something.

Like Syren's note, the scroll was bound with some fine cotton paper, the font was clear, and there was not a trace of dust on it. It looks like these things are not old goods, the kingdom navy of Afron, so far, everything is running normally. Glo came to this conclusion after flipping through several books and scrolls.

This strengthened his original suspicion that the Kingdom's navy would be quickly defeated in the Battle of Afron, and there were many suspicions.

Glo was reading very fast, and it didn't take long for him to finish a cursory glance at the materials on his desk. His reading was focused, and he was convinced that the few warships owned by the navy of the Kingdom of Afron were the key factors that influenced the situation, and that everything else was just a few details.

Yesterday, September 27, 553, the only five-masted battleship and two three-masted battleships docked in port, while the other two were on sail.

Glo turned the scroll, his finger pointing at the short lines of the transcript, and looked up at Leos. He didn't speak, but his puzzled expression really meant what he meant.

It's just that he didn't receive a reply from the Admiral. Leos groaned for a long time, and clouds of smoke came out of his pipe, and the smoke changed shape in the air, like white clouds drifting on the shore. At this time, Ceren and another naval officer on the side also came up, and they looked at Glo's finger stopping in place, showing a wry smile:

"Mr. Lecter, this--the current situation, the reserves of energy crystals are not very sufficient......" Seren glanced at his commander, and finally lowered his voice and replied.

"All the trading channels are controlled by the damned Escud family."

"I see? But where did the warships in the harbor go? Glo muttered to himself. His nose fluttered, and the smell of tobacco penetrated into his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic, and he wondered if he had gotten some tobacco from—

Leos, on the other side of the desk, suddenly put down his pipe and stood up, and Glo could see the Admiral completely - his tall and thin figure, his gray-white military uniform was clean and neat, not even a little wrinkled, and he didn't have a shiny metal medal or anything, and his whole temperament looked more like a bard than a naval admiral.