"Professional soldiers?" Glova looked at Conan in some surprise, "I thought it was just a Revenant passing by. ”

"I don't know." Conan shrugged his shoulders, his duties in Maple Leaf Town did not include helping Glova identify the enemy, in fact he had no interest in any of them, and even instinctively resented some of the secret missions shouldered by the SOD company, wouldn't it be good to do business honestly and make money?

"All I can say is that the use of these weapons is beyond the capabilities of the Revenant," he said. He glanced at the C4 explosives that looked like butter blocks, "Trust me. "I'm not an expert in weapons, but as far as I know, the use of these things is definitely not self-taught," he said. ”

Glois was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "But how could a professional soldier come here?" He said suspiciously: "If a professional soldier leaves the royal capital, it must be a big event, and it is impossible for the military to remain silent." ”

"Maybe he's not on the board." Conan said nonchalantly, as if he didn't want to know what these High Commercial Commissioners were up to—what they did had nothing to do with business anyway. He also didn't want to know how the military managed professional soldiers.

Then he remembered the young Revenant he had seen yesterday, and added, "Maybe it wasn't trained by the royal capital." You know, those Orientals, they like to train the next generation to pass on their will. They see it as an extension of their own lives. ”

Glova shrugged, "That's terrible. "Imposing one's will on the next generation is a humanitarian catastrophe," he said. ”

Conan looked at him and didn't speak. Glois's remarks are often on the lips of the nobles of the royal capital in public, and they belong to the kind that can be said casually without thinking. But Conan is not an ignorant ordinary commoner, he knows very well what kind of education these elite children of noble families have received since childhood, so the same words, from the mouth of Glova are completely unconvincing, in fact, what he is now inheriting is the will of the Dzhugashvili family, he can say it so naturally, it is entirely because these noble bullets have become accustomed to taking themselves out first when accusing others.

Realizing this, Conan lost his interest in continuing to perfunctory Glois, nodded to the commercial commissioner, took off the white glove he had only worn once, threw it on the long table, and then said goodbye to the latter, saying that he would go and catch up on sleep before it was fully dawn.

Gloix sent him to the door, watched Conan leave, and then turned back to the long table, staring at the things on the table in silence.

After a while, there was a knock on the door behind him, and the scarred man who had been with Glois on the highway walked in, his white shirt in his suit looking like it had just been changed, and it was spotless and crease-like.

"Someone saw a strange car once parked outside the mayor's mansion." Scar Man said.

"Weird cars?" Glois repeated: "What does that mean? ”

"People who saw it said it had five wheels, one of which was embedded in the trunk." Scar Man said, "I think we found the missing part of Kyle's motorcycle. ”

Glois was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "So Kyle crashed into that police car?" He is also an old driver, how could he make such a mistake? ”

"Everybody makes mistakes." Scar Man said, "Of course Kyle makes mistakes, but once they are made, there is no chance to make them again. ”

"I've been there, but I haven't seen the car, and I don't think it's there anymore," he said to Glowa. ”

"Let's let that bad luck car go. It looks like the little princess of House Edwards has found her asylum. Glois said, "Conan came just now, and he said something to me. ”

He presumably repeated what Conan had said to him, skipping the part about the weapon's performance because he failed to remember. Then he asked, "Alan, what do you think?" ”

Alan is the nickname of Scar Man, and his full name is Alan Rickman. Gerriggs, even for the nobles who pride themselves on the length and complexity of their names, is too awkward, so Glois always calls him Allen.

He was silent for a moment, then calmly said to Glois, "My teacher said that a professional soldier cannot be a wilderness hunter, because these are two different professions. ”

He explained to Glois: "A soldier must rely on the state or organization to fight, and the condition for becoming a hunter is that he will not have any organization." ”

"So," he said, "he can't have both." ”

"That's exactly what I'm worried about." Glois said, "Do you think it's a little bit of a possibility, he's a man raised by Edwards?

"We don't yet know how much Edwards knows about our plans. Although the venerable Mayor Alec has never shown any desire to leave the wasteland, no one can guarantee that no one in the royal capital will give him a message. ”

Glois said, "So this man is actually from the Edwards family? After discovering that their little princess had been abducted, he caught up with the two idiots and killed them. ”

Alan looked at Gloix indifferently, nodded and said, "Your guess is very reasonable. He said, "So what should we do now?" ”

Glois pondered for a moment and muttered, "A professional soldier! He looked at Allen, "We all know that your teacher is a respectable professional soldier, what do you think are the chances of us winning a war with him?" I mean he was in his heyday. ”

"My teacher said that a soldier is not a god, he will be tired, he will be injured, and he will die if he is seriously injured." Alan said calmly: "So it's hard to say, it mainly depends on how well the two sides are prepared. ”

"In my opinion, with the teacher's ability, on the battlefield he preset, I don't think we have a chance of winning."

"That's bad." Glois muttered, "That's bad. He paced a few steps, turned to Allen and said, "So the main question is, we can't go to war on the battlefield he's prepared for, right?" ”

Alan looked at him and said expressionlessly, "It looks like this. ”

"I think I get it." Glois said, "Arrange for me to visit Lady Emily." ”

Alan glanced at him, nodded, and asked, "Do you want to prepare anything?" ”

"Prepare a gift." Glova said: "When the little princess of Komsomolsk comes to Maple Town, we always have to say something. "Ask Rebecca what a girl her age would usually like," he said. ”

Alan gave Glois a deep look, agreed, and turned to walk out.

Gloix didn't watch Alan leave, he turned his gaze back to the long table, staring at what was placed on it, and fell silent again.