"Morty, are you really going to keep that old pervert?"

Until he walked out of the inner castle, Guderian still felt very uncomfortable, his throat was constantly glistening with sour water, and he just wanted to find a bottle of high-purity Retus to rinse his mouth.

"Yes."

Moriarty nodded, not hiding his thoughts, even though his face was equally bad.

"I don't understand that Olympus should never accept such sinners!" On the other hand, White's sentiments are obviously much more agitated: "Cowardice, betrayal, lack of justice, even cannibalism!" That Harold is a hundred times more sinful than the demon out there! I can't accept working with such scum! ”

"Yes, you're right. According to the laws of the Kingdom of Erathia, Mr. Harold was enough to hang himself on the gallows until he dried. Turning to look at his followers, Moriarty muttered.

"Then why let him get on board? Just because he will deal with those nobles? Will you help manage the estate? Will you command caravans to earn gold? Trying to suppress his feelings, White stared at the other party and asked.

"That's just part of the reason." Moriarty shook his head: "As he said, I need a helper to deal with the complicated aristocratic political situation after the war. ”

"That doesn't be a reason..."

White was dissatisfied with this explanation and tried to speak up, but was stopped by Moriarty raising his hand.

"White, I know that from a very early age, you have disliked the Elasia nobles, including me."

"Yes." White never denied this.

"But now. Since we want to take root here, we will inevitably need to deal with all kinds of nobles. The rules of the game of the aristocracy, different from war and common people, have their own set of rules. If we don't have someone who is proficient in this way, we will suffer or be passive in many things. White, I don't want to see the interests of you and others being violated and lost after the war because of this lack of information. ”

"But..."

"Maybe you don't care about titles, domains, estates, possessions, but at least think about the future, think about Tereshi. Don't you want that good girl to live a comfortable and happy life? Look into White's eyes. Moriarty finally said.

“… But. A traitor will always be a traitor. How can we guarantee that Harold will not betray Olympus again? Won't 'eat' us like the old lord who ate him? ”

After a long silence, White finally compromised under the name of "Treeshy", but he was still a little unwilling. Asked again.

"There is no guarantee of that. But as long as we're strong enough. People like Harold don't act rashly. For example, during the reign of Lord Royanta the Elder. His watches are all very good. Moriarty thought for a moment and said, "Moreover, I will not allow him to meddle in the affairs of the army." And without the support of force. He can't hold the core of power, and he will always be just a steward. ”

“… Okay, but I'll keep an eye on him. If Harold dares to make trouble, I demand that he be executed immediately! In the end, White compromised.

"No problem." Moriarty let out a sigh of relief, patted White on the shoulder, then turned to Guderian and said, "You also revealed the news that Harold had eaten the corpses of the couple who ate Little Royanta." In this way, I don't think any other nobleman will accept or cooperate with this 'ogre'. ”

"Okay, we're the best at gossip." The dwarf immediately nodded in agreement.

Having unexpectedly harvested a large amount of grain, gold and silver reserves left by the Royanta family, Olympus's confidence was much stronger.

At the team meeting the second day, Moriarty introduced the new administrator, Harold Brown. Gisai.

After a night's rest and the replenishment of various alchemy potions, the old man's state recovered a lot. Although his body is still as thin as a dead branch, he is very full of energy. When he met everyone, he only greeted them slightly, and then stood aside indifferently and solemnly, just as he had stood behind the old Lord Luo Yanta.

However, the "old people" of Olympus looked at the new colleague with a mostly unfriendly gaze, and many of them were even visibly wary or disgusted. Apparently, the Silverbeard Dwarves were quite well publicized and spread Harold's "glorious history" overnight.

"Then, in the future, Harold will assist Haylena in handling the internal affairs of the Rhineberg in the capacity of administrative steward."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will do everything I can to assist you."

As if he hadn't seen the strange eyes around him, the old man calmly bowed deeply to Moriarty.

"Good. But there is no time for you to rest more, and today you will accompany me to Windsor Castle to visit Lord Viscount. Moriarty nodded, and said directly.

"Yes."

Leaving the repair and defense of the Rhineberg to White, Moriarty took Clausewitz and Harold aboard the Great Cloud. He was accompanied by Guderian, Bruno, Grigory, and the Gunfire Squad as guards.

After a sleepless night dealing with various post-war matters, Moriarty went to the inner cabin to rest alone after boarding the airship. The others were assigned different posts and stood guard on the boat, alerting them for possible demonic attacks along the way.

"Mr. Harold, why don't you come and sit in the captain's room, which has a good view and a rare view." Unexpectedly, Clausewitz, for some reason, took the initiative to invite the new head of administration.

"Gladly."

Harold glanced at the old werewolf, nodded flatly, and followed him into the cabin.

"You may be seated. It is estimated that it will take about three hours to arrive at Windsor Castle. Clausewitz gestured to a porthole seat and returned to the magic sandbox.

"Thank you."

Harold sat down directly in his seat, but his eyes were fixed on the sand table. Obviously, he had never seen a magical object like this.

"This is an alchemy item that can show the status of friends and foes within a certain distance of the surrounding area, and belongs to one of Bracada's core military techniques." Glancing at the old man, Clausewitz took the initiative to explain.

"Show me the situation of friend or foe around you?" Hearing this, Harold's eyebrows couldn't help but mention.

"Yes."

"No wonder Olympus can take back the Rhineberg from the demons. While having a strong warrior, he can also accurately grasp the enemy's situation. Well, if Luo Yan Pagoda could have such a magic sand table at that time, it would not have been wiped out lightly. With a sigh of admiration, the old man seemed to be very interested in the magic sand table.

"Oh? Mr. Harold still seems to be a little nostalgic for the death of his old master? As if he had caught the other party's tongue, the old werewolf immediately asked a targeted question.

"Of course." In response to Clausewitz's questioning, the old man admitted very calmly: "I have served the Royanta family for 20 years, even if I am always just an 'outsider', but after all, I have feelings. ”

"Hehe, feelings? But how did I hear that you ate the whole Lord of Little Royanta? The old werewolf suddenly "giggled", directly tore his face, and asked sharply.

"Little Lord Royanta? That's just a poor clown, too ambitious and too talented to help. If it weren't for Fawkes's defeat at the hands of His Excellency Moriarty and the loss of the old lord's favor, where would he be allowed to ascend to the throne? Harold glanced at the old werewolf, and instead of getting angry, he lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed: "If he obeys my advice, gives up the outer manor, and sticks to the Rheinberg with all his might, how can he let the demon succeed!?" ”

"So you ate him?"

"Eat, just so that you can live longer. Anyway, such fools will be eliminated even if they live until after the war. For example, Olympus, I'm afraid I can't tolerate the bloodline of Royanta to appear in Erathia again, right? Speaking of this, the old man raised his eyes to Clausewitz: "As for the matter of eating people themselves, there is actually no more value worth discussing. As far as I know, there are many orc tribes in Krulord who also maintain the bad habit of cannibalism and even cannibalism. Like, the notorious ogre? ”

"Indeed, as a Krulrod, I have no position to blame you." Seemingly satisfied with the other party's answer, the old werewolf nodded slightly, and suddenly changed the topic again: "But you just said that you have served the Luo Yanta family for twenty years. And what about twenty years ago? Where were you then, when you were in your youth? ”

“… In wandering. ”

For some reason, Harold was unusually sensitive to this issue. He first gave the other party a heavy look, and then was silent for a moment before replying briefly and unusually.

"Okay, my curiosity is satisfied. Is there anything you'd like to ask me? Clausewitz didn't seem to care about the old man's abnormality, but smiled kindly.

"Nope." Harold shook his head and ended the conversation.

"Well, then, feel free to do so."

Seeing that the old man was reluctant to speak, the old werewolf just nodded indifferently, and focused on the magic sand table in front of him.

Half an hour later, Harold left the captain's cabin and went to visit the rest of the boat. Immediately afterward, Clausewitz also got up and walked out, directly to Moriarty's lounge.

"Already talked about it?"

Moriarty Kazuo leaned back on the couch, seemingly taking a nap with her eyes closed.

"Yes."

"How does it feel?"

He was not shy about expressing his nostalgia for the old lord, Lord Luo Yanta, and even frankly admitted that he had eaten the corpse. Curiously, however, Mr. Harold seems to be very reluctant to talk about his early experiences. The old werewolf glanced at Moriarty and said carefully: "I feel that this is a person with an unusually hard heart, self-centered, talented, but probably from a complicated background. Such a person, if used well, will be a good subordinate, but it can also become a dangerous and unstable factor. To be on the safe side, I think it would be better to kill him sooner rather than later. ”

"Hehe, it can make you so jealous, it seems that the old man really has 'materials'." Seemingly satisfied with Clausewitz's report, Moriarty stood up and said with a smile: "Then, the task of monitoring Harold will be entrusted to you in the future." Don't relax. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." (To be continued......)