(Girls' Literature) (Girls' Literature) Harold sat in his room, waiting for the young squire to come upstairs again.

It's no wonder that Harold opened his mouth to rebuke the young man and let him be beaten for nothing.

Harold had seen the signs from the first words of his conversation with the young squire when he came to the inn, and what had happened next had made him even more sure.

This group of guys just received the news that they were coming back, and they specially arranged to greet them.

They were shrewd enough to know where they would come from, and the guy who had just come downstairs was dressed up in front of them to prove their abilities.

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

Regardless of the clumsy performance that allowed them to see the clues at a glance, it was their mentality of wasting time doing meaningless things to prove their strength that really annoyed Harold Vassa.

It is especially dangerous that such a specialized undercover force as them is now competing to show their abilities.

Especially now when they need to play, if they all appear to be competitive and arrogant, I am afraid that I will have to take time to reorganize.

Harold Vasa sat quietly in his chair and pondered, his face becoming more and more solemn.

After a while, the young squire made his way up the stairs with heavy steps, and he slowly pushed open the door to Harold Vasa's room.

By this time, the young squire had removed the disguise from his face, and by this time he had a small scar on his eyebrow, a feature that Harold recognized at a glance.

"My lord, the three of them are gone."

Harold nodded, and he frowned as he recalled, "Hmm........ Buda Clough. I think you should have been called by that name. ”

"Yes, adults have a good memory." Buda Clough lowered his head a little ashamedly.

Harold said, "I naturally remember you. Two years ago, I was leaving you in an infiltration test, and you were one of six people who failed. ”

The so-called infiltration test is a check carried through three gates with some kind of smuggled goods on their bodies, and a total of 54 people carry out this activity, six of whom fail.

"Your Excellency is right." Buda Clough was ashamed, and he held on. "Now, I've failed again."

"Hmph." Harold snorted coldly. "So, you're doing it yourself? You asked Philip Darke, and he agreed? ”

“...... Yes. Mistress Filly agreed to my request. ”

"Huh!!" Harold clutched his forehead, and he sighed. "That idiot won't treat you like his manager, will he?"

"Mistress Filly's exact words were, 'Take a few days off, just go, as long as you don't mess with that guy, and feel free to do whatever you want.'" ”

Harold smiled bitterly and shook his head, he finally understood, as the day when the Irma people were going to raise the banner was getting closer and closer, I am afraid that the secret mechanism that Harold Vasa had spent a year training before had also begun to appear anxious about wanting to make a name for himself.

Philip Dahl definitely saw this mentality of theirs, but it was impossible for him to stand up and stop the anxious hearts of his subordinates. Just as he was about to come back, he kicked this incident to himself as a ball.

Harold Vasa barely suppressed his swearing, he took a few deep breaths, and said calmly, "You're the only one?" Or a group of people. ”

"A group of people, but Master Philip Darke has chosen a few of us. We studied for a long time before we came, and we thought that you would definitely eat the wild pepper on this road. And you're going to find the first hotel in the first town. So I laid it out here first, but I didn't expect you to see through it. ”

“....... You know my habits. ”

"Your lord, you were too harsh at that time, and we didn't dare not figure out your habits."

"It's my fault?"

"No, no. We treat you with fear and respect. You're coming back this time, and I'm just trying to make up for the failures of two years ago. ”

"Mistakes on faults. What I need is not your desire to win, what I need is where you fight. Did You Know? You are not like the soldiers who line up to be shot on the frontal battlefield, they can be hungry for victory, and they can attack with hatred. You can't! You will fight in swamps, forests, paths, enemy cities, in all complex environments, and if necessary, end the lives of your comrades. ”

Buda Clough's face turned pale, his mouth squirmed a few times, but he didn't speak.

"I explained to you before I left: the driving force of the princes in the audience may be the hatred of the country and the family, and the blood shed when the Salga Empire conquered you. But now, you should never be motivated by hatred, never by feelings. There is only one motivation for your actions, and that is the current goal, and nothing else. Forgot? ”

“....... My lord, I know that I am wrong. ”

"It's useless to know what to do."

Buda Clough's body was shocked, and he opened his mouth: "Your Excellency, ........"

"But I'll spare you this time. Because, when you were just beaten, you didn't fight back at all. ”

"Your Excellency has said: The commander has no order, even if the bayonet is stabbed, he will remain motionless. The adults had already arrived, and they did not speak. I'm not going to fight back. ”

"You're going to be selective." Harold sneered.

Buda Clough stood motionless, not daring to fight back, very embarrassed.

"Do you know why I just incited that hillbilly nobleman from the Salga Empire to burn down this shop?"

"The subordinates don't dare to speak up."

"Learned smart? Don't guess what I think this time? ”

"My subordinates aren't stupid enough to do that." Buda Clough bowed deeply again.

Harold looked at the man's slightly reddened hair, and he said, "Go ahead." ”

Buda Clough remained motionless.

"Pick out your own weapons and do it alone, clean hands and feet. If someone disturbs my sleep tomorrow morning, or causes panic in the town, you know the consequences. And when you walk, be a little more imposing, you are going to cut people's necks, don't be like a wild dog with a broken waist. ”

"Yes! My lord. Buda Clough gave a proper military salute, and he strode out of the room.

Harold Vasa sighed as he listened to the footsteps in the distance, hung his coat on a hanger, and lay down on the soft bed of the inn, looking out the window at the starry night sky.

With his hair scattered on the pillow, Harold was a little worried this time: "These guys ..... Alas, it's so sad for me. ”

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