"What's wrong with your hand?" Seeing Moriarty striding out of the guard squadron camp with White and Guderian, Lille immediately noticed the injured left arm of the other party and asked with a frown.

"I accidentally rubbed it while training." Moriarty shook his head lightly, then turned to look at the group behind Lille.

Between the two rows of bright torches, I saw a group of heavily armed wolf cavalry tightly clamped among the soldiers of the city defense army with their swords unsheathed. And the first is Margaret, a werewolf who has been replaced with short shoulder-length hair, and Clausewitz, who always wears a small round helmet. Seeing that Moriarty was coming, Margaret immediately waved happily, while the old werewolf nodded slightly as usual.

"You know these Wolfgang wolf rides, right? Better get acquainted, otherwise they'll have to live in the prison of the city defense army for a while. Lille followed Moriarty's gaze as well, but at the same time said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Of course, they are fighters I recruited and intend to be part of the guard squadron." There is no room for ambiguity on such occasions, and Moriarty immediately replied unequivocally.

"I've already sued you, but you just don't believe it." Hearing Moriarty's words, Margaret on the side also shouted, as if she had been wronged in her previous negotiations with Lille.

"It's good to be your person. But this time Moty you also played big enough to be from the Crulodra people. Ignoring the werewolf's "shouts", Lille simply smiled at Moriarty and gestured to his men to disarm them from battle.

"Hehe, who made you unwilling to lend me someone's hands, I had to find another way." Moriarty also smiled, then nodded: "Is there any formalities that need to be handled?" After all, a team of wolf cavalry entered Blue Crystal City, do you want to report to the above. ”

"I will report directly to General Cruyff. However, until the General responds definitively, these Wolfgang can only stay within the confines of your camp for the time being, and are not allowed to go out at will. Otherwise, the city defense forces will immediately arrest the outgoing if they find out. Lille shook his head. But he said loudly, obviously trying to make the wolf cavalry hear clearly.

"Okay, I'll stick to that." Moriarty sternly agreed.

"Well, I'll go first. However, if you have any subordinates coming to Blue Crystal City in two days, remember to let us know in advance. It's also best to go into town during the day. Otherwise, it is easy to get misunderstood in the middle of the night, and I am not on duty every night. "Finished. Lille tapped Moriarty on the shoulder again and left with his soldiers.

"Hehe, okay." Moriarty nodded, watching the other man leave.

In fact, for Moriarty, the arrival of the wolf cavalry tonight was indeed a surprise. The original intention of his letter was to try to pull the "favorite" old werewolf to Blue Crystal City, but he never expected to receive a small half of the wolf cavalry in the end. On the contrary, Erathia, who had a little hope for Moriarty, had just sent two letters of rejection a few days ago. Both Viscount Salk and his father, Baron Ensberg, said that they could not send redundant combatants into the guard squadron. on this. It also caused White to complain to the "evil" Elasia nobles.

After Lille's men left, Moriarty smiled and beckoned Margaret and Clausewitz and other wolf cavalry to enter the squadron's camp. At the same time, White, who was not very willing to meet with Beamon, went to the back to urgently arrange the food and lodging of the wolf rider.

"I didn't expect you to come. Margaret. A heartfelt welcome to you, Clausewitz. After arranging the eighteen wolf cavalry and the wolf's dormitory barracks, and urgently sending a large amount of fresh meat, Moriarty invited the werewolf and Clausewitz to the squadron leader's office. …,

"Huh, what? You don't want to see me? As she had been a year ago, the werewolf was still dressed in bright red leather armor with a golden scimitar, but she still had the one-star piercing dagger pinned to her belt on the other side. Hearing Moriarty's words, Margaret pretended to be angry and pouted.

"Of course not. I just didn't expect you to come here. Moriarty smiled faintly: "And you are also the commander of Longinus's squadron, how can I expect to recruit Krulrod's regular army?" ”

"I've left the Longinus squadron." The werewolf shook her head and said bluntly.

"Oh, for what?" Moriarty frowned a little strangely, but turned to look at Clausewitz on the other side.

"After returning to Wolfsburg. Miss Margaret asked to take the blame for Longinus' defeat. After that, he resigned from the post of squadron leader. The old werewolf met Moriarty's gaze and said.

"But what's the use of that? They've expelled you from the military, old Crow! Before Clausewitz could finish speaking, Margaret was already angry and said loudly.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Miss Margaret. It was I who led the squadron of Longinus to surrender to the Doro Chamber of Commerce, and the Duke removed me from my military position, in full compliance with the code of military discipline. In contrast to the impulsiveness of the werewolf, Clausewitz was as calm as an outsider, as if he were not the one who had been deprived of his military status.

"I'm sorry, Clausewitz." As hypocritical as it sounded, Moriarty apologized to the old werewolf.

"It's okay." The old werewolf shook his head, his eyes calm.

"So you left Longinus because of grievances?" Moriarty looked at the werewolf again.

"Yes, that's right." Margaret took a deep breath and said resolutely, "I will never leave my comrades!" ”

"You've done a good job, a little reckless, but you're passionate and loyal." With that, Moriarty stood up, stretched out his right hand to the werewolf, and said seriously, "It's a pleasure to have a real soldier join the Azure Mage Regiment Guard Squadron and welcome you again, Margaret." ”

"Hehe, thank you." The werewolf immediately got up and shook the new chief's hand in a standard subordinate position.

After a few more gossip on the way, Moriarty persuaded Margaret to return to the one-room camp that had been urgently prepared for her, under the pretext that she should rest as soon as possible, but kept Clausewitz in his office.

"Why would the Duke of Midamoa agree to let Margaret out, and still come here to participate in the civil war in Bracada?" There were only two people left in the room, and Moriarty's words became more blunt and confessional: "

The matter is very clear, with the wrist of the Wolfgang boss, it is impossible for his daughter to go abroad to participate in the war without permission, and even pull half of the squadron of wolf cavalry to run away, and the duke still knows nothing.

"It was Miss Margaret who spoke directly to the Duke. Because of me, Miss Margaret had a very hard time with the Duke. So after receiving your letter, she insisted on coming. In the same way, the old werewolf's attitude was much more straightforward: "As for me and the other wolf cavalry, they are the appointed guards. ”

"I see." Moriarty nodded: "But the battlefield is not child's play, once she goes to the killing field, I can't guarantee her absolute safety." ”

"You don't have to worry about that. The wolf cavalry was never afraid of blood or sacrifice, even if it was the Duke's daughter. Clausewitz said indifferently: "The Duke has also explained this. ”

"I see what you mean." Moriarty sighed, it seems that the giant Duke of Wolfgang is determined to let his daughter suffer a little, really experience, and at the same time recognize the cruel reality of this world. …,

"Why, in your letter, did Miss Margaret persuade me to come to Aquamarine? Do you know about my removal from the military? Glancing at the other party, Clausewitz suddenly asked.

"Guess." Morivati shrugged: "Although Wolfgang is one of the three giants of the Wasteland Thieves, everyone understands that the wolf cavalry among them is actually a real elite regular army. Moreover, Wolfgang's military discipline can be said to be the strictest among the armies of the Mongols. Victory must be rewarded, defeat must be punished, which has created the prestige of the wolf cavalry. And this time Longinus was dishonorably defeated, and the Duke of Midamoa must have to blame others for the sake of his daughter's future. ”

"You're really smart, Squadron Leader Morriarty." The old werewolf squinted his eyes lightly and looked at Moriarty across the desk: "Then can I ask Your Excellency why you value me so much so many times." At the end of the day, I'm just an outdated veteran, and I'm long gone when I was young. ”

"If so, I really want to invite you to come to the guard squadron and serve as a squadron staff officer. Do you believe it? Moriarty asked rhetorically, smiling.

"Do you really value the role of staff officers so much?" The old werewolf was still suspicious: "And to be honest, just for a squadron, even if it is a reinforced squadron, there is not much difference whether there are staff officers or not." ”

"Yes, I understand. Because the smaller the pattern, the less room the staff officer can play. But I'm a very stubborn person, so I always think that if you join me, it will greatly improve the survivability and combat strength of the entire squadron. With that, Moriarty opened the drawer of his desk, took out the yellow-haired and wrinkled copy of the "Transcript of the Deduction of the Punic Wars", and handed it to Clausewitz.

"This... Where did you get that from? The old werewolf looked at the booklet that was pushed in front of him in surprise, but he didn't take it, but just stared at it with a solemn and surprised expression.

"It was one of my servants who occasionally saw it in a stockade in Tartaglia and bought it for me." Moriarty wasn't lying, and while he was still managing the Ensberg family's business, the caravan steward on the Tartaglia side knew that his knight liked to hunt for strange things, so he came across the book in a small lizardman village and bought it back from the family.

"Tartaglia... No wonder... It's just a blink of an eye, and more than thirty years have passed. Finally, Clausewitz picked up the "Transcript", put it in his palm, and carefully stroked the old cover, but his solemn remembrance seemed to touch his long-lost golden years.

That night, until dawn, the old werewolf sat alone in Moriarty's office, silent at the booklet in his hand. Moriarty, on the other hand, lay in a hammock on the other side, falling into a deep sleep. RQ

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