Austin looked up at the Shura field, after a long period of fierce fighting and cleaning, it was already late at night, and torches were lit all around. The inquisitors were praying in whispers around a fire, and the peculiar words of worship poured out of their mouths, giving the ruins unreasonably peaceful.

The Dark Rider and the black-clothed soldiers were still searching around with torches and moving light sources, and because of the life and death just now, neither side had a conflict because of the loot, and even joked with each other from time to time, but they didn't know how many people would leave their lives there during the next mission, and it would be difficult to collect even the bones.

"Fuck, call it a day, go!" Austin stretched and yelled at the sky.

It has been two days since they rushed back to Apocalypse City, and everyone didn't feel tired after walking and stopping, but the harsh conditions on the wilderness made people a little helpless, and as for the occasional beasts, they could only add a little fun to everyone's itinerary.

It's just a pity that those lives that have remained in the ruins of Greenland Town forever can only be reluctantly brought back with swords or badges for burial, and even the bones cannot be collected. In the tradition of the Holy See of Seamo, cremation was popular only for heretics, and only the souls of wind and earth burials could enter the kingdom of heaven. However, some monks who believe in nature prefer to let their remains go down the river on a bamboo raft to return the soul to nature, which is called "water burial".

Soon after, Austin led the rest of the people into the main building of the Operations Department, and only twenty-one of the twenty-eight people he took with him have now returned, and three others are left with permanent disabilities, and it is estimated that they will have to retire or live the rest of their lives in the logistics department.

As soon as everyone returned, a strong smell of blood filled the hall, and the others understood what was going on when they saw Austin casually shaking off the thick layer of sand on his trench coat and blood stains in the hall.

Most of the people who had just returned from the wilderness were red-eyed, and even more so Austin's kind of ruthless horns. The staff who walked through the hall hurriedly avoided it, even some of those who already had knighthoods and even the viscount, but they did not dare to show obvious disgust and fear.

Austin then stayed up for the day and endured a headache to finish the action report. For him, a few pages of an operational report would be more difficult than getting him to take out a squad of outcasts.

After handing in the report, Austin greeted von Lantling with a deep exhaustion in his eyes. Not only because of the lack of rest for days and nights in a row, but also because of those siblings who will never come back. Even newcomers who had just met lost their lives in this operation.

Von Lantrin inquired about some specific situations, and when he saw that Austin was not in a good state, he waved him back. Austin still helped Von Lantling clean up the cluttered office and replace it with hot coffee before leaving softly.

Von Lantrin saw everything, and Austin's habit that lasted for many years made his heart even colder in power couldn't help but warm.

As for the revolver that was likely to be leaked from the military department, Austin just mentioned it, and von Lantlin didn't mean to delve into it, after all, some things have reached the point of tacit understanding, and the pistol is not in his hand now, as for how Moroji's honest and upright person will deal with this matter, Austin has already mentioned him on the way, and the rest of Austin doesn't want to interfere more.

For Austin, he might even hope Morogie can poke this thing out. Their own people are desperate to fight here, but they are throwing guns into the hands of these heretics. Even though it may have changed hands many times in the middle, it still ended up in the hands of these people.

As soon as Austin closed his eyes, corpses wandered in front of him. Even though he has been through so many things, he still feels a faint pain in his heart. The more actions passed, the more corpses Austin saw in front of him, and it seemed that the cold and hard heart began to loosen slowly.

"Is it because you've been thinking about Gwenny a lot lately?" Austin sighed, a heavy shadow lingering in his heart.

Slamming the table, Austin slowly let out a breath of turbidity and looked at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall, it was already half past eleven in the evening. The Operations Department is also a state department, and it has always implemented a 9-to-5 work system. Although most of them consciously worked overtime, they were basically dispersed at this time, leaving only the soldiers who had moved tonight to prepare in the invisible corners, like hungry wolves grinding their teeth fiercely before attacking.

Austin silently walked through the empty hall, and the open-top carriage was barely visible on the street. Austin was bored crushing the rubble on the side of the street with his military boots until ten minutes or so, when no carriage with passengers came. By this time, the steam bus had long since ceased to run, and Austin thought about the journey home, but shook his head, and prepared to return to the office for another night.

"Your Excellency Austin?" suddenly a soft call sounded in his ears, Austin turned his head in surprise, and saw a young man in his twenties walking towards him, with a white and thin face with elegant gold-rimmed glasses, slender and slender fingers when saluting, and a tiger's mouth without the calluses that soldiers usually have, but he was indeed wearing a black military uniform.

"Don't you remember me, I'm ......," the young man said softly when he saw that Austin was unresponsive.

"How can you not remember? Lord Orwenlai, long time no see. Austin also bowed slightly, his face slightly embarrassed. He had almost forgotten who the other person was, and it wasn't until he heard the other person's voice again that he finally remembered.

Alvinley was also a member of the Young Guards, and had seen him at the banquet of the Grand Duke of Kuroshio not long ago, when Austin's appearance obscured the brilliance of the others, and Alvinley's low-key personality made him slash through Austin's heart like dew, leaving little impression.

"Congratulations," Alvinley said when he saw Austin's puzzled expression, "I work in the Records Registry of the Operations Department, and I have recently seen people frequently extracting your files, including documents added by Lord von Lantlin and the staff of the Heraldic Bureau. ”