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There are some words written on it, there are not too many superfluous greetings and politeness, just lines of records and data. The otaku glanced at ten lines and quickly finished reading the contents of this piece of paper. He raised his head and began to stare at Selen - expressionless, but with a very serious, solemn look.

"Is this the condition of Afron?" Glo asked. Internally, he was now in a state of surprise - in his previous life, in the game, the kingdom navy was the loser of the power struggle in Afron, and there were not many written records. He had read some of the player's forum posts, and between the lines, corruption, incompetence, and cowardice were almost unanimous evaluations of the kingdom's navy, but now it seemed that the real situation was not exactly like that.

On this piece of paper, not only the personnel, materials, and equipment data of the navy of the Afron Kingdom are recorded in detail, but also the income and expenditure in the past year, in addition, there are also a lot of analyses of the movements of the Escud family, and the estimation and prediction of many things are even close to the real situation he knows.

Isn't the Kingdom Navy the incompetent, as players say?

Glo held the note in his hand, he didn't look up, and Ceren on the side didn't make any sound, until he asked, and Seren nodded slowly.

The bandit leader's fingers continued to slide over the lines of the paper, his brow furrowed—the kingdom's navy was at a certain disadvantage in this battle, but it was by no means impossible. Originally, he didn't know about this situation, but now he found that according to the thing in his hand, the kingdom's navy was quickly defeated in the battle for Afron, and there were many doubts.

What's going on?

In the past, it was difficult to restore the truth of the matter with only a few words in the game, and the only thing that was clear was the time node - March 554, two months after the game was launched, players began to enter Afron, and at this time the ruler of the port city had become the Escud family. In fact, the battle between the Escud family and the kingdom's navy really reached its climax in January of 554, and the battle of Afron was not the content of the game, but the backdrop for a series of subsequent stories.

Today is September 28th, the storm in Afron is brewing, and there are still more than three months to go, and there is still hope for the kingdom's navy to turn around!

Glo took a deep breath, and the thought that popped into his head startled even a big blow - it was as if he saw another path paved under his feet, and there were thorns along the way, but he was dazzled by the beautiful flowers blooming among the barbs...... The scene hunks to the bandit leader in a huge, richly decorated palace, surrounded by a bustling crowd of polite nobles and beautiful ladies, who have shed his tattered clothes and old leather armor and walk on a bright red velvet carpet in a delicate gown, and the crowd around him nods to him......

Mud legs also have an aristocratic dream!

Perhaps, helping the kingdom navy and changing the trajectory of history that has happened in the game will have unexpected results.

The scales of the heart were constantly being put on the two ends of the scale, and the bandit leader had a tendency to take a position, but he was in a state of extreme hesitation. He struggled to calm his breathing, which was beginning to become rapid, and his fingers poked heavily into a line of text on the note:

"Mr. Sailen, is there really a five-masted battleship and four three-masted battleships here? But I didn't see it in the port. ”

The room where Glo had stayed last night was not far from the coast - the moonlight was bright, and everything in the harbor was clear at a glance, but he didn't see anything like a battleship. In his previous life, in the game, he was very familiar with the various standard warships of the Kingdom Navy, and the full size of the hull, including the draft, ranged from three meters to seven meters high, and twenty-five meters to one hundred meters. He was puzzled that the wooden structure could support such a large volume, and for this purpose, he went to the battleship to study, I have to say, magic civilization is purely a black technology for otaku, many things on the battleship are in line with the principles of the world in the previous life, but more mysteries can not be fully explained by science.

It is impossible for him to turn a blind eye to such a behemoth.

Glo questioned this, but the other party did not give him an immediate answer. Seren retrieved the brimmed hat from the table and placed it over his head, he lowered his voice, "Go meet Lord Leos, he'll explain the situation to you." ”

"Let's go."

At this point, the bandit leader nodded and made a decision - one five-masted battleship and four three-masted battleships. If all the staff is equipped and equipped, it is a force that is enough to capture the city. Regarding the battle of Afron, Glo wondered how such a force would be used. There were even ten ways in his head, at least to ensure that Afron's kingdom navy would not fall into defeat.

……

Afronsi, Clover Estate, early morning.

As the weather grew colder, Marcuro Escud walked into the warm room with a thin sheet of clothing, the firewood in the fireplace still carrying a little embers of flames, his face covered with sweat, and he put his great sword back in his hand, and sat down on the soft large chair behind his desk. A maid next to him served him a bowl of steaming fish soup and a plate of dim sum, and after taking two bites, he finally squinted his eyes and began to look at the strange man who had been standing in front of the desk and had been nervous.

"Sir, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

"Little Kozmo, the leader of the Bloody Fanged Mercenary Regiment."

"Grizzly Bear" Kozmo is as honest as a good cat, this is the first time he has stood in front of an aristocratic elite of this level, although this adult has been friendly so far, but somehow, he always feels a great sense of oppression.

Is it a complete suppression of strength?

Kozmo didn't know that there was such a thing as "will" in the characters - when the attributes of the two sides were too different, the weaker side would be affected and it would be difficult for him to exert his strength normally. This effect will be more pronounced especially when the other party is hostile, depending on the control of the stronger.

Marcuro smiled, though he hated this shaggy and rough man like a wild bear, he had heard of Kozmo's name—in the eyes of the aristocratic elite of his kind, these underground forces were roughly equivalent to rats in a garbage heap, but the current situation of Afron, the situation facing the Escud family, he had raised the slogan of recruiting talent, and put it into action.

Several regular mercenary groups with a large number of combat professionals have been gathered under his command, but that doesn't mean that he will have all the rotten sweet potatoes and chopped cabbage. But now, the other party's housekeeper has been informed, so he has to put on a warm and friendly posture.

"Mr. Kozmo, is there anything going on?"

Marcuro reached out and made a gesture to be seated.