"Hello, Your Excellency Saruman. The Shogun is waiting for you. Adjutant Chakoqin glanced at the sturdy middle-aged man who strode into the attendant's room, did not get up, continued to sit in his place, and said with a smile.

Speaking of which, although he also served under General Miguel, Chakochen has always looked down on the arrogant and domineering Saruman. And in their daily interactions, there have been several conflicts between the two over some trivial matters. If it weren't for the fact that Saruman was indeed Miguel's cronie and possessed the proud strength of a seventh-level warrior, Chakoqin would have been tempted to give the other party some eye medicine. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, though. When he unexpectedly received the special letter from the Azure Mage Regiment this morning, the adjutant only glanced at it in a hurry, put it directly at the top of the pending letter, and sent it to the general's office as soon as possible. As for the other "Special Report of the Saruman Brigade" sent last night, it was quietly pressed under a pile of miscellaneous texts, and no trace was ever revealed.

"Yes." With a stiff nod, Saruman unceremoniously skipped the adjutant's desk, walked to the familiar bronze lion door, and raised his hand to knock.

"Come in." Inside the door, General Miguel's voice was heard. Although it sounded the same as usual, Chakoqin, who was familiar with his boss's temperament, could still discern a hint of hidden anger in it.

"Yes." Taking a deep breath, Saruman opened the door and walked inside.

In the office, Miguel stands in front of a row of large glass windows with his hands on his back, as if he is silently admiring the early winter scenery outside the window. But. A letter that shimmered with magic was opened and placed on the large desk beside it. Saruman looked at it with a little weakness, but he couldn't see what was written in the letter, let alone whether it had anything to do with what he had done.

"Want to see it?" Miguel didn't look back, but said coldly as if he knew what was behind him.

"The subordinates don't dare." Hearing this, Saruman's expression immediately became solemn. Bow down.

"Humph! Don't you dare to look? But you dare to rob it! With that, General Miguel turned around and glared at his men.

Unlike Cruyff, who looked old. Miguel was in his forties and fifties. With a body of more than two meters, it resembles a fierce war lion, with a pair of ruthless red eyes, even if it is an arrogant soldier like Saruman. Standing in front of him is like becoming a rabbit, and he no longer dares to say a word or act rashly.

"My lord, I... I—" Saruman tried to defend something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Smack!" With another cold smile, Miguel slapped Saruman directly on the left side of his face. Immediately, Saruman's cheeks swollen and flushed, and in the blink of an eye, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, ticking down on the snow-white carpet, staining it into circles of bright red. But even so, Saruman didn't dare to move. He didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the corners of his open mouth, but just lowered his head and listened to the training without saying a word.

"I've told you before, don't mess with the mage group. You forgot my orders? Miguel looked at Saruman and said coldly.

"I'm sorry, General!"

"Smack!" Another resounding slap in the face. And this time, Saruman was directly incited and fell to the ground.

"The last thing I like to hear is I'm sorry!" General Miguel yelled at his subordinates on the ground.

"I'm sorry, General!" Saruman didn't even dare to pause, and immediately stood up again.

"You have done a great fool of what you have done this time, and I have been very disappointed, Saruman! Went and attacked the soldiers of the guard squadron without any reason. They even snatched each other's equipment. Are you going to take yourself to court-martial, or do you want me to break your hands and feet myself!? Glancing at Saruman, who had regained standing in front of him, Miguel finally did not slap him for the third time, but said coldly, his voice full of anger and annoyance. …,

"Your Excellency, I—" Saruman took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, which had been somewhat loose, to say something.

"Well, you don't have to say it. This time, I will give the other party an explanation. You go back and take your soldiers with you, and you don't have to worry about anything else. Miguel waved his hand and directly interrupted the other party.

"It's... Yes, General! Looking at Miguel in anger again, Saruman did not dare to resist in the slightest, so he could only exit the office with the other party's gesture, and then quickly left the place that made him feel so aggrieved under the gaze of Adjutant Chakoqin.

"Hmph, that idiot." Returning to the window, watching the figure of Saruman striding out of the headquarters of the city defense army downstairs, Miguel snorted coldly again. Then he slowly paced back to his desk and picked up the letter signed by Depra and Moriarty's magic:

Your Excellency Miguel:

Last night, a squad of bandits dressed in the uniforms of the city defense army attacked the members of the guard squadron, wounding several people and looting a number of military supplies. According to our judgment, it is very likely that it was committed by the banditlers of the "Yugoslav Federation." Due to the limited strength of the guard squadron, I hereby send a special message to His Excellency the General, hoping that the city defense force can dispatch capable forces to arrest and strangle these enemies who have infiltrated Blue Crystal City. If necessary, the Azure Mages can be dispatched as a whole to assist you in quelling the bandits.

"Hmph, 'the Azure Mage Regiment can all be dispatched', it's really a big battle!" Miguel gently patted the official letter on the table, his face full of coldness: "Don't mention that bastard of Saruman, but let me do it myself." I don't know if it was the old fox's idea from Depra! ”

"Chakoqin!"

"Yes, General!" The adjutant who had been standing at the door for a long time waiting for the general's summons immediately entered the office.

"Tell the Ordnance Department, and immediately send a battalion of camping tents to the guard squadron of the Mage Regiment. In addition, 10 newly-built wolf sledders were dispatched along with them. You go in person. Miguel looked at the adjutant and said slowly.

"Yes, sir!" Chakoqin immediately agreed, but then added: "The wolf sleigh currently has a total of thirty in stock, which were originally prepared for you and General Cruyff's guards. Now take out a third of it at once, I'm afraid..."

"You don't have to think about that. You can do it. Miguel glanced at the adjutant and waved his hand.

Chakoqin then carefully retreated.

"I've given this face, Hockenheim's people have to hold it!"

Miguel walked over to his desk again and copied the magical letter in his hand. I didn't see him make any moves, but a blue flame of ice came out of his hand, and immediately wrapped the letter. The magical light on the surface of the official letter was "burned" by the blue flame, and it was only a flash before the whole thing was scattered. Then, the whole letter turned into a thin sheet of crystal ice. With a final "click", it burst into countless ice slags and scattered all over the ground.

"The tents were replaced, and ten wolf sleds were delivered, and General Miguel must have thought it was enough to save our face. But I'm not satisfied. After politely sending off the adjutant Chakoqin, who had come to "give gifts", Moriarty summoned the squadron officers to his office, and then smiled coldly.

"Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, what do you mean?" White stood at the front of the crowd, looked at Moriarty, who had faded his smile and turned back into a frosty color, and asked in a deep voice.

"Tents, sleigh cars, these are just small compensation for forcing the other party to temporarily bow their heads through the official letter of the mage group." Moriarty raised his eyes to look at White and said coldly: "But that Saruman didn't say a word, it seems that General Miguel is planning to protect the short." ”

"So what do we do next?" White continued.

"Gustav, you're doing a great job this time." Instead of answering, Moriarty stood up and walked straight to the bandaged swordsman. …,

"Don't dare, Your Excellency." Gustav looked at Moriarty, whose face was cold, but for some reason his heart was hot, and he bowed his head and said.

"I said that you did a good job, not because you didn't cause trouble, but because you strictly followed my orders and guarded the military discipline of the guard squadron." Moriarty stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the demon swordsman: "But because of this, you were injured and lost, and this face is to ask me, the squadron leader, to help you get it back." ”

"Your Excellency!"

"Tents, sleds, what's that?! I implore Master Depra to make an official document to the past, because I don't want to make a big deal about it, and I hope that the other party will deal with it impartially in accordance with military discipline and punish the offender. But General Miguel thinks that if we throw a 'bone' at us, we should be satisfied. Hehe, are you satisfied? As he spoke, Moriarty sneered and looked sideways at Guderian, Margaret, and Clausewitz.

"it! Bully my brother, if you don't hit him until the bird is in the sky, I won't be called Guderian! The silverbearded dwarf was the first to shout.

"Wolfgang has always been reasonable, but with a knife." The werewolf took a step forward and said fiercely.

"Your Excellency, what is your plan?" Clausewitz looked at Moriarty, who seemed to be seeing him for the first time, and asked with a salute on his chest.

"How Gustav's face was lost, how we have to get it back!" Moriarty glanced around the crowd again, and said in a loud voice.

"However, once we take the initiative to make trouble this time, I'm afraid there will be something to say in the City Lord's Mansion." White also knew that he shouldn't say something at this time, but his duties as a deputy squadron leader reminded him of it.

"I know what you mean, White, but a qiē has me. And what you have to do now is to train the team for me. Once the order is pulled out, it must be able to knock out Saruman's internal organs in one go. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Without a second word, everyone present made a loud promise. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )