In 1417, when the Civil War broke out in the Northern Passage and the Great Palace decided to intervene, I was only 35 years old, and I was still a logistics chief attached to the Northern Fleet.

I had been here in the Northern Passage for three years before the Great Palace decided to interfere with the Northern Passage, and I had made some local noble friends, but as the war began, even the nobles of the Glory faction looked at us more and more unfriendly.

As a result, I gradually cut back on the time I spend outside the home, spending most of my time either in my own mansion or in the office, trying not to interact with outsiders.

And 4 years later, that is, in the 21st year, another big event happened, the group of Bourbon rebels actually attacked the main city of Lorne, although they once rushed into the main city, but they were still beaten out by the brave soldiers, and did not cause much damage.

But this time the Bourbon attack on Lorne scared me enough, and it was the first time I had faced a soldier.

So from then on, I didn't even go back to my mansion in Lorne, and in the face of the ridicule of my colleagues, I stayed in the office all day, and even when I slept, I found a comfortable room to sleep in.

After all, there are a large number of armaments and supplies placed in the warehouse of the office, and Lorne can lose it anywhere, so that even if Lorne loses it, the Northern Fleet still has the confidence to fight again.

Despite the ridicule of my colleagues, I insisted on staying in the office for 2 years, and I didn't take a step out of the office for two years, and this vigilance finally saved me.

In 1423 of the Great Calendar, after the Bourbons lured the main force of the Glory faction out of Lorne, they took advantage of the night to sneak attack and finally entered the main city.

In the midst of the panic, I was the first to react in the warehouse, ordering the Northern Fleet transport ships next to the dock (the office is next to the dock) to quickly leave with supplies. After a tense period of material transfers, I managed to leave Lorne with the fleet division on the docks with vital supplies.

As for those colleagues who are still sleeping at home, I can't take you with me because of the urgency, but you don't need to be careful, after all, no matter what, the Bourbon rebels will not kill you like a mob, but they will only be grieved for a few months and will not be able to eat well for a few months—or a few years.

After I got on the ship, I found out that because the main force of the Northern Fleet had gone out to fight everywhere, and I was actually the nobleman with the highest official position on the ship today, I was elected commander of this fleeing fleet.

I thought about it, and since Lorne had already suffered misfortune, it was probably not safe for Uttana to the west—it had been a week since Uttana had last reported that she was safe.

Since Uttana couldn't go either, after thinking about it, I decided to flee to, no, to retreat to Middle-earth to temporarily avoid the edge, so the fleet under my command (of course, it wasn't me who drove the ship, I wouldn't sail at all), at the cost of sinking one ship on the sea route, succeeded in reaching the Garabon of the Middle-earth colonial guard.

When I showed up in Galabnen with the fleet, I was warmly welcomed by Andrei Gelmak, a senior officer of the Northern Fleet who happened to be stationed there, and after learning that I belonged to the Gerk family, a branch of the Germak family, André was even more enthusiastic and agreed to take credit for this time.

Andrei Germak is a 36-year-old sturdy man, although he is 5 years younger than me, but his position is far higher than mine, so when I was officially summoned by Andre for the first time, I, who was already a head shorter than him, groveled even more and smiled at him with a flattering smile.

[At the age of 36, he became a high-ranking general, worthy of being a member of the Germak family, how can I serve at the bottom for six or seven years before I took advantage of the opportunity of the new consul to be promoted]

When I was summoned, looking at this young man who was a head taller than me, I thought with jealousy. Of course, I have been up and down in my career for 20 years, and I better bury this emotion in my heart.

In addition to me, this time His Excellency Andre summoned me, mainly to win me over, and promised to let me participate in the drifting.

"Drifting ......?" I asked, surprised and hesitant.

"Yes, didn't you say that a ship sank on the way to Garaben? In addition, you did not transfer all the supplies, and it is normal for there to be drifting, and as for how much is drifting, it is not up to us to say? Of course, we can't take it all, up and down. In the face of my question, Andre said extremely skillfully.

"If ...... is found"

Seeing my hesitation, Andre smiled and said: "You are also from a small family, so naturally you don't dare, but this time you are very clever and transported the materials out, I think you are a talent, so I want to protect you." So you just go ahead and do it, who would dare to investigate me? Investigate the great Gelmak family?"

"Paula?"

"Yes, Bao, otherwise do you think that your poor family can keep this credit?"

It only took 0.3 seconds for me to make the decision to bow deeply to Andrei, who was 5 years younger than me, and offer my knees to thank him loudly for his kindness.

I knew that I would henceforth be regarded as an official of the Andrew's faction, but what was that? I was too late to be happy with this thigh.

And under Andrei's care, not only politically because even the protection of materials was rewarded and promoted, but financially by drifting a small profit, and was not pursued.

When the family learned that I had reported Andre's thigh, they were immediately overjoyed, and even though the Northern Passage was now at war, they still excitedly sent messengers to tell Wo to be loyal to this Andrew, and promised that if the next family elder died, I would be the first substitute.

With this successful speculation, I made a lot of money.

For the next two years, I spent most of my business in Galaben, occasionally going to the Northern Passage, but still far from the war. André would often send me some instructions to ask me about the supply of various logistics materials, and although it was a violation of discipline to leak this information, I still carried out André's orders.

In 1425, the war was finally over, and I heard that it was because of the contemptible barbarian king of the Tenglong Continent who attacked the indoctrination area that Bourbon had to compromise with the Northern Passage, and there were some other complicated reasons, but this didn't affect me anymore, I only cared about the war finally over, and I could go home for a trip.

So, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I took a leave of absence to return to Xiben, and stayed for three months before returning to the Northern Passage.

At Siben's home, I received a message that seemed to be the heavens were falling apart.

"Big news, big news! The General Assembly Palace has made peace with the Southern Passage and recognized the independence of the Southern Passage! And the abbreviation of the Southern Passage is still Boris!"

Hearing this news, the patriarch of my Gerk family immediately fainted, and several elders were also faint, vomiting blood, and even I felt incredible.

This time, it was not a few barbarians who occupied a few main cities, and it was not a few of the religious areas on the outer islands that were captured, but a large chunk of the three major shipping lanes of Bourbon was all independent!

I remember that on the night the news reached Xiben, the whole city was full of gloom, and everyone presided over a mourning procession, and the weeping in the procession shook the sky.

I wasn't in the mood to stay in Nishimoto anymore, so I ended my vacation early and returned to the Northern Passage.

After the end of the civil war in the Northern Passage, the territory of the Glory faction has been squeezed to the point that only Uttana is the main city, and the rest are all Bourbonites with bad intentions, so now the port chosen by the Northern Fleet is Uttana.

Although the war was over, my work as a logistics supervisor was still not lightened, because the Northern Fleet was frequently mobilized to the Edonan Peninsula to demonstrate, the purpose of the demonstration was to deter the three forces on the peninsula at the behest of the General Palace, so as to better obtain tax revenue.

"The Great Palace has been really smoky lately, especially that Lul VIII, who has nothing left in his head except a piece of!

Once, when I was in Uttana to renovate, André complained so disgruntly at the banquet I had hosted him, that I was terrified.

"Lord Andrei, the ...... Is it appropriate to call Lord Lul VIII a close friend of your family and esteemed 'eloquent' Lord Anlu?"

In my impression, the Palace of the General Assembly is mysterious, solemn, and inviolable, and although the Palace of the General Assembly has lost so much of its bourbon and its majesty has faded a lot, it is not something I can desecrate. So the first time I heard someone describe the Great Palace with such disdain, I felt that my worldview was collapsing.

Andrei's first reaction was to scold, and then after looking at me, he held back the scolding words and explained to me in the tone of teaching children.

"I also forgot that you are from a small family, and you are not well-informed. Let me tell you, Lord An Lu has long fallen out with that idiot who only has in his head, since this guy came to power, he has been constantly swayed by various factions, without any opinions of his own, and sometimes he suddenly has an idea, and it is an inexplicable weird idea!"

At the end, Andrei roared angrily: "If you want me to say, sooner or later, Bourbon will be finished at the hands of this idiot who is outside the golden flaming and defeated in it! This guy has lost the northern district, the southern passage, and the indoctrination zone, and I think that if this continues, sooner or later the entire Bourbon will be defeated by him!"

Hearing my loyalists curse the Bourbon Supreme Commander in this way, I could only shudder stiffly, not daring to make my own comments.

After Andre roared, the banquet fell silent for a while, and finally the banquet ended uneasily in this silence.

Time continued to fly forward, I grew older and older, and my position in the Northern Fleet rose to the middle level.

Lord Andrei told me that as far as my family background is concerned, even if I have him as a guarantor, my current position in the logistics department has been promoted to the top, and if I want to continue to be promoted, unless there is a big opportunity - such as Andrei becoming the consul or something, I can only transfer out the logistics department to go to the battlefield in person.

I'm an old man in my forties? Come on, let me go, if you get to the top, you can rise to the top, and it won't hinder anything, and I'm very satisfied with being able to get to this position, after all, in the past few years, relying on the care of Lord Andrei, my position has been promoted very quickly.

Actually, it's not bad to go on like this, but I know it's destined to be just a fantasy, after all, even me, a little person, can see that Bourbon will definitely continue to mess around until it comes to the end where no one knows how it ends.