Carl looked at the investigative report on the table in front of him—a 16-page booklet with a white cover.

Only the original investigator will use white paper as the cover of the report, and it will be of the least importance when presented to the chief. The report is a classified document, with no information written on the cover, only a number-only file number.

Under Carl's command, there is only one original person who serves, and that is Phoebe. It was by hand that she submitted it to Naoto Ito early in the morning and then forwarded it to Carl. The content is "Report on the Results of the Infiltration Survey at Mendel University".

Carl was alone in the office at the moment.

The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him were curtained, and the scorching midday sun was blocked, allowing the afterglow to illuminate every corner of the room.

He had read the report in detail for the second time five minutes earlier, but at the moment, his mood was still not calm.

"The format is neat, the logic is clear, the reasoning is reasonable, and the writing is fluent...... Hehe......" The lieutenant said to himself with an unfinished smile on the corner of his mouth, "A female soldier who has no merit, only a few days ago witnessed the tragic death of her comrades in front of her eyes to save her own life, and in the blink of an eye, she was able to interrogate the suspect without any emotion, collect information, and write such a high-quality report calmly and neatly......"

Speaking of this, he licked his dry lips, walked to the bookshelf, and took out a hidden crystal goblet from the dark compartment: "You actually told me that she was just a servant before she joined the army?" I think either you're stupid, or you think I'm stupid. ”

The only sound in the office was his own footsteps, and I don't know who he was talking to. The footsteps extended to the freezer, and the lieutenant opened the cabinet door, took out a bottle of brandy and a small bucket of ice cubes from an inconspicuous mezzanine on the inside, and continued: "Such a delicate little girl of the original people, can be literate and martial, courageous and knowledgeable. I don't want to get ahead, but I have to go to great lengths to enlist in the army, face battles and death like men......"

The amber wine is poured into a crystal goblet, the color is solemn but not glamorous, the crystal shines, exudes an attractive and mellow aroma, no matter how you look at it, it is a fine wine with a high texture.

"Why is that? Little Beauty...... What secrets are you hiding? Carl raised his glass and sipped his treasure wine with pleasure, "Why should you have anything to do with such an oily case?" You have a choice, don't you? Even if you don't become a soldier, it's better to be a vase front desk in a large company run by the original person than to be born and die like this? ”

Just as he was muttering to himself and sorting out his thoughts, the phone on his desk suddenly rang. Carl walked over and glanced at the light on the phone, which showed that it was from the front desk, and ignored it.

If he doesn't answer the phone at the front desk, Naoto will naturally deal with it.

He didn't want others to think he was too hardworking. Because he can have more time to enjoy life as long as he is idle and tired, giving the illusion that he should not be expected to handle urgent and important matters. For example, drinking a little wine during work hours, deserting, or going to the bar street in the South End to have fun, and wearing casual clothes to steal incense and jade from the Imperial Academy of Arts...... Life is too short, so why bolt yourself to work?

Of course, if this kind of passive slacking is placed on others, it will endanger the work. But he's Carl. Orlando, the son of Marshal Yuheng, who would dare to fire him for his passive sabotage? I'm afraid I can't even scold.

So, Karl, who was sitting at the desk, threw his legs on the table boredly, and watched the phone indicator flicker for a while, and then went out with a snap - presumably the call had been transferred to Naoto Ito's side, and the follow-up could naturally be handled by a competent subordinate.

What could be more refreshing in life than to sit blatantly in an office and be passive and slacking off? Carl half-squinted, enjoying the pleasure of the wine slipping down his throat.

However, the comfort did not last long. Half a minute later, the phone rang on his own video headset.

Unlike office phones, Carl's personal phone number is known to only a handful of people. Anyone who can find him through this phone number has to deal with it.

Carl picked up the phone: "Naoto? ”

"Young Master." Naoto Ito's voice came from there, "Miss Eliza's arrived." ”

“…… Just as fast as her sister. Karl laughed, "Did she bring the servants here?" ”

"Brought ...... Let her servants wait outside? ”

"No, you call them both." Carl rolled his eyes and said, "Don't come to my office, go to ...... Well...... Let's go to the martial arts arena first. ”

"Martial arts arena?" The voice on the other end of the line was a little confused.

"Yes, you take them to the martial arts arena. I have my own arrangements. Carl paused, adding, "But be careful when you talk at the reception, don't scare people away." ”

"Understood."

Hanging up the phone, Carl himself got up from his chair.

I don't have time to enjoy the unfinished wine.

The lieutenant poured the remaining wine into the sink with great regret - rather than spoil the impression by drinking the unpleasant wine, it was better to keep the wonderful taste in his heart, so that the memories associated with the wine would always be worth recalling.

It's part of his values, and it's the same with women. Just like those signature girls who have never been patronized after being enjoyed by him once, instead of waiting for the dreamy first impression to be shattered by contact again and again, it is better to seal their beauty in the depths of memory and never see each other again in this life.

Disposing of the remaining brew and collecting the glasses and bottles, Carl straightened out his military uniform in front of the mirror-like floor-to-ceiling window. Pull open the door and walk in the direction of the martial arts arena.

Soldiers look at the military intelligence department's military training ground like enterprise employees look at the company's gym, although important, in fact, it is not so indispensable. On weekdays, especially in the afternoon like now, everyone is busy with their jobs, and there are very few people in the martial arts arena.

Ensign Ito walked through the field with Eliza, but he didn't meet any acquaintances.

Karl is almost invisible in the MIA, which leads to Naoto Ito, who is an attendant, not well-known. But today is different, because the guests behind him will never appear in the military intelligence office on weekdays, let alone appear in the martial arts arena.

Eliza wore a goose-yellow tulle skirt with her hair tied in two short braids around her ears. Her wings were as white as the first snow, and her steps were light and agile, like a butterfly that suddenly floated into the barracks in the middle of summer.

The shadow owl followed behind the second lady, still wearing a silver collar around her neck as always. This ring is usually worn only by the original who has made a mistake, and the matching detonator is held in the owner's hand. By detonating the collar, he can be executed by his master at any time.

This pair of visitors is really a bit strange - the MI receives a large number of visitors every day, usually either public officials who come here to do business, or suspects and criminals who are escorted over for trial. And it's in this martial arts arena full of male hormones.

This stunned the few people on the martial arts field. Some rubbed their eyes desperately, thinking that they had seen something wrong; Some were busy looking for tops to cover their shirtless upper bodies; Others kept staring at Eliza, as if they had suffered a big loss if they didn't look at them.

In response to the reaction of his colleagues, Second Lieutenant Ito couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he took the two visitors to the other end of the arena, an independent special venue.

The venue is called the "Separate Fighting Zone" and is a four-walled, windowless compartment. Functionally, it is similar to the bamboo of the Kyudo Department, and it is a separate area that only high-ranking officers can apply for. The interior of the separate fighting area is spacious enough to fit several rings, and the walls and ceilings are well insulated. It's so good that even if you drop a bomb in the house, no one outside can hear anything. Therefore, those officers who want to save face, even if they fail to challenge their opponents here, or talk about some confidential topics, they don't have to worry about being known by their colleagues.

When Naoto Ito brought the guests to the Independence Zone, Karl was already waiting there.

He descended straight down from the officer-only flight channel, and landed at the entrance to the nearest martial arts arena. Compared with the straight people, you have to go to the front desk to greet guests, and then go through the long trail, and walk through the main gate to cross the entire martial arts arena to find here, which is more than a little bit faster.

A red-clad wingman officer stood in a corner of the Independence Fighting Zone—the farthest corner opposite the visitors.

His wings were wide and strong, and even when he was tucked behind his back, he could faintly feel the power in them. The eyes, which were as crimson as the military uniforms, showed a magnificent color under the illumination of the overhead lamp; The soft blonde hair hangs down the side of the face, making the heroic face even show a bit of intimacy. Such a handsome man has a strong attraction to women even if he doesn't speak. Therefore, although the lieutenant is idle, lazy, passive, and slacking off on weekdays, he is still well-known among female soldiers, which is not unreasonable. In a sense, he is actually a person who can eat with his face.

Today, however, Karl's outfit is slightly different from his usual outfit - he wears the standard leather gloves that he only uses when he goes out on a mission, the kind that amputates his fingers. Phoebe had been seen wearing the glove, and was usually only worn before carrying a gun or in combat. So his gaze also lingered on Carl's hand for a few seconds.

"Lieutenant Orlando." Eliza stopped not too far from the door and beckoned to the red-clad officer.

Karl smiled slightly, and suddenly said, "Offended." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that his face was pale, his wings were bulging, and he rushed towards Eliza against the ground.

Before the second lady could react, the shadow owl behind her had already grabbed it, and a dodge was in front of the master. Flashes of lightning have begun to fight with Karl.

Carl uses grappling techniques, which are very popular in the army, and these moves are also commonly used by Phoebe, so Shadowlord is very familiar with them. Although he only has one left hand that works well, as long as he knows the routine, there is always a way to deal with it.

Seeing the move, since the right hand can't be used, then use kicks to make up for it. I saw that the shadow owl was still decent when he first made a move, and the soldiers came to block, and after a few moves, his body suddenly changed, and he used continuous kicks, and his body suddenly became strange and fast. After dodging Carl's multiple attacks from unexpected angles, he went so far as to grab his opponent's punches with a backhand in an attempt to get the first shot.

Naoto Ito stood from the sidelines and watched, his body tense like a full bowstring. If the two men in front of him at this moment were not his master and Eliza's servants, but any two of his fellow soldiers in the army, he felt that he was already applauding them.

I saw a red and a black attack of the two people, the skills are the same swift and fast, fast as lightning, Carl knew that the other party was injured in one hand, and he couldn't do his best, he must have collected some strength, and his moves were mostly tentative attacks. However, after a few battles, he realizes that Shadowlord doesn't think so...... This guy, even with only one hand, has to try to subdue himself, not try to protect himself.

This can no longer be called fighting spirit, but more like an obsession. Just as the blade of a sword is sharpened to injure people, and the bullet is assembled to take people's lives; When the Shadow Owl stands in front of his master, he becomes the most dutiful shield in the world, and he exists to help his master defuse all dangers and keep the safest areas behind him.

Naoto Ito and Shadow Owl have fought each other. In that 30-second duel that was no-flying, he only started to be serious from the second half, and he was unable to win against his opponent, and he actually had some regrets in his heart. However, looking at the battle between the two in front of him, he felt even more unwilling - if he replaced Carl with himself at this time, he would not be able to take advantage of it in front of the shadow owl.

An original person like Shadow Owl, he doesn't want to be anyone's opponent at all. In his eyes, there are only tasks set for him by others, and battlefields chosen by others for him...... However, even if you don't see you as an opponent, you still can't defeat him. This strength is undoubted, even in the face of a Primordial Winged Man like Carl.

By the time Ensign Ito thought of this, both Carl and Shadowlord had stopped.

Karl stepped back and retreated to a position 2 or 3 meters away from the other party, where it was easy to talk.

"The lieutenant specially invited us to come to this martial arts hall-like place, just to have these tricks with my servants?" Eliza spoke with a hint of anger as she patted Shadowowl on the back and motioned for him to stand behind her.

It was only at this time that the Shadow Owl realized that Carl had no reason to do anything to the second lady at all. It's just that at that moment, the aura of the opponent's attack was too strong, and he simply reflexively ran out to receive the move, and his actions were completely brainless.

Carl watched the Shadow Owl walk back behind his master and stand up, squinting his eyes and smiling a somewhat triumphant expression, but he said apologetically, "Hmm...... That's why I said I was offended. He said as he walked in Eliza's direction, his voice instantly deep and gentle, "It's me who is bad...... Are you angry? ”

Carl's self-proclaimed flirtatious level has reached the realm, and no woman can resist the affectionate gaze he casts when he discharges seriously, and she can't help but want to have something to do with him. However, when he approached Eliza with ten successful forces, the other party actually avoided his gaze lightly!

- She didn't even look at me!

Carl was shocked, and he still managed to maintain a perfect smile on his face.

I only heard Eliza's tone change from the faint anger before to an indifferent calm, and said lightly: "You apologized, isn't it unreasonable for me to be angry again?" However, the lieutenant ...... Even if a child fights, there has to be a reason, aren't you ready to explain? ”

She was so calm, so clear-headed, and so reasonable!

Karl's heart was like a horse running through it...... This kind of all-out flirting with a girl with zero effect has never been seen in his twenty-three years of life.

He tried his best to calm down and said slowly, "Of course. I'll explain, of course...... It's just that you see that the martial arts arena we are staying in now doesn't even have a place to sit. I, a soldier, don't get tired of standing and talking, Second Miss, you are a daughter...... If you don't find a place to entertain well, if your sister is to blame, I'm afraid I'll be whipped by her. ”

Eliza thought about it and felt that it made sense, so she nodded.

Karl got down the stairs, and immediately ran to the front to lead the way for the second lady, and walked in the direction of the office.

For Eliza's cold reaction, he didn't understand why he wanted to break his head along the way. It wasn't until much later, when he got to know a few other members of the New Wing Band, that he realized that Miss Singer already had a merry boy Gu Yang who was as strong as his flirtatious sister. It was the presence of this captain that unwittingly made their lead singers have a deep-rooted immunity to the same kind of playboys.