"Because you grew up in the elven country, I have never dared to ask this question. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info I can't help it today. Frederick tilted his head and rustled his letter in the dim light of the tent, "Elena, are the elves trustworthy?What kind of creatures are they? Are they as upright as Philia?Are they as stubborn as the high priests, so stupid as to distinguish between right and wrong? Or are they simply like Lu, lovely on the outside, and warlike on the inside? I'm worried, I've been worried since the day I wooed the elves, you know what I'm worried about. It was the elves who helped me rise, and almost no one could be against them, including me. Although the Light has given us the advantage of the main battlefield, there is no smile on my face. Tell me, Elena, will the elves be my most formidable enemy, even if they don't even know it?"

As Frederick dipped in ink, the tent was lifted, and the bloated orange anti-nuclear suit entered the tent. The plastic material of the anti-nuclear suit was annoying, and Vincent made the sound of crushing rice with every move.

"What are you writing about?" Vincent was casual.

Frederick's train of thought was interrupted. His mood took a turn for the worse, so he omitted the words of missing Elena and scribbled a scribbled ending against time: "Vincent must not be allowed to represent the interests of the elves." I need you to confirm this with the Eternal Prophet. Please, Elena, in today's bitter end, I still can't help but ask, please use your connections to save me. Love you Frederick. ”

Vincent stared at Frederick's quill: "After the spoils are counted, and after the rewards according to military merits, there is a large surplus of resources, enough to supplement ten days' expenses." Here's the breakdown. As he spoke, he approached the marshal's table and locked his gaze on the letterhead, trying to peek at one or two.

Frederick calmly folded the envelope, drizzled it with fire paint, pressed the seal, and then moved his helmet to cover the envelope. After covering everything, he took the detailed list, glanced at it and said with a smile: "The battle has been fruitful." Clearly, the enemy has left behind everything he can abandon. ”

"I promise to give Germany this victory. I am a man of my word. Vincent used to speak Zen.

Frederick stood up and propped up the table and stared at Vincent: "The Aryans believed that victory was fought for with courage and hope. My soldiers risked their lives to earn glory and victory, and they deserve it, not yours. ”

Vincent looked directly at Frederick, and the two of them became single-handed. He saw that this tenacious president had been holding on to the Aryan culture without giving an inch.

"You can't be so beautiful without Light technology. "In private, Vincent was tough.

"You've traded technology for enough treatment. If you can't help in the slightest, you can go and be a civilian. Don't forget, you haven't disclosed the mechanics and content of the Light's technology, and your obligations have not been fulfilled. Frederick fought back.

"Oh! Germany is full of such slogans. Being loyal to your obligations and loving your country is the theoretical weapon you use to brainwash? I don't see the slightest human right. Vincent stole the concept.

"First, it is duty and love that have taken my country from an economic crisis to a strong one, from a helpless lamb to a continental power. Second, your use of human rights to attack my thinking does not mean that you respect human rights. In fact, as a survivor of the dark humanity, I am sure that you have no mercy for humanity. Remember the first order you gave when you woke up?" Frederick walked around the table, approached Vincent, and sneered, "You ordered the Eternal Monks to attack the Old Gods at any cost. Even if they keep killing their companions by mistake, you encourage them to continue to die. In your eyes, all morality is a weapon, and you will use perfectionism to criticize others and liberalism to let yourself go. You dangerous lychee, with a dark evil heart hidden under the snow-white cheeky skin. ”

Vincent took two steps back, the corners of his mouth twitching in anger, but his eyes widened, as if he had reacquainted himself with the president. Only then did he realize that Frederick was extremely guarded, and perhaps he should not have been so aggressive.

"Lychee?" Vincent quickly eased his mood, "what kind of fruit is that? ”

"You know it's a fruit, you can see you've eaten it. Frederick ruthlessly poked Vincent and threw him the list of loot: "And it's useless for you to distribute the loot in advance." All soldiers have a strong belief that they know they are fighting for their country, not for your Vincent's reward. It is useless to buy people's hearts. ”

Vincent's face turned pale, and his pride was badly bruised.

"Anything else?" said Frederick as he sat back in his chair.

Vincent turned and lifted the curtain. When he walked out of the tent, he gritted his teeth so that his temples bulged.

Frederick took out the letter from under his helmet and shouted "Farragut". When the "click" of the iron armor entered the account, Frederick handed the letter to the knight: "You yourself release the pigeons and bring the letter to Elena in the capital." ”

"The good news of the enthronement?" a voice of joy poured out from under the visor. Farragut thought that Frederick was planning to become emperor after the war.

"No, it's preparation for surgery. Frederick whispered, "The gangrene is spreading, and I must figure out if it needs to be amputated." ”

"Oh, that Vincent. Farragut took the letter and walked out.

As Farragut walked towards the mobile loft, a young cleric approached and said dryly, "The Holy Light armor has been badly damaged in battle and must be intensively maintained in your spare time. Why are you still wearing it?"

"I'm the presidential guard, and I don't have 'free time' on my schedule. Farragut said.

"But your armor needs a rest. You see, the flow of light is very weak. The clergyman pointed to the armor, "Your position is important, you don't want to drop the chain at a critical moment, do you? Please come immediately, the Holy Light Force Field is a scarce resource, and you won't be able to catch up if it's late. ”

Farragut looked down at the armor, which was riddled with bullets and the thin gold lines had faded. He remembered the heat of battle, the weight of the armor from the impact of the cannonballs, and the fact that he might have died from the cannonballs several times without the tenacity of the Light's blessings.

"How long does it take to maintain once?" asked Farragut.

"We do the maintenance when you are baptized, which is very time-saving. Ten minutes over. "The clergy brought Farragut into the Chapel of Light. Farragut locked all his personal belongings into the military box and was baptized naked by the priest. The armor was unloaded on a cargo truck outside the morgue and pushed into the foul-smelling morgue by the clergy.

Vincent claimed that in order to prevent the plague, the corpses would be burned in a centralized manner. He built the Chapel of the Light on the edge of the morgue and built a wall to block the view from the perimeter. So Farragut didn't have a good impression of the Chapel of the Light, because it didn't smell good.

While Farragut was being baptized, Vincent quietly walked into the military storage room and locked it with wire. He put his ear against the keyhole, folded the wire in half, and skillfully flirted for a long time, quickly hooked the lock, quietly opened Farragut's storage box, and seriously rummaged through his personal belongings. He soon found Frederick's letter.

The letter has fire paint on it, and removing the fire paint will definitely leave traces. This ancient method of keeping letters secret made Vincent very anxious. He knew that the cautious Farragut would soon come out, and he had less than ten minutes to steal the intel.

But Vincent is a veteran of hooliganism. As he paced anxiously, his face was still as calm as water. Then his eyes were drawn to the kettle on the stove.

Vincent placed the envelope on the spout of the kettle and let the vapor caress the envelope's butt. He smoked patiently for a minute, allowing the vapor to damp the paper and bake and melt the glue inside the bottom seal.

Then he pulled out his saber, carefully picked into the glue, and gently and patiently picked off the seal after fumigation little by little.

In this way, Frederick's fire paint was intact, but the butt of the envelope, which had been sealed with glue at the factory, suddenly opened.

It is illegal to open other people's letters. Therefore, Vincent has long been familiar with the skill of "opening envelopes without traces". He quickly poured out the letter, read it carefully, his face changed, and his expression immediately became hideous.

But he didn't have time to burst into flames. Vincent quickly put the letter back, applied a cotton swab to the seal with another layer of glue, pressed and glued it finely, restored it to its original appearance, and then put the personal belongings back in place one by one in the order in which they were removed, methodically and meticulously.

After restoring everything, Vincent walked out with a blank face. He's a logistical advisor, and this is supposed to be his home turf.

Frederick's letter confirmed Vincent's conjecture: this young president could never be a puppet, on the contrary, he may be the backbone of the German military department. Frederick clearly had a keen sense of smell and was very wary.

But Vincent's advantage was that he was much more lewd than Frederick.

After opening the letter, Vincent confirmed the fact that Frederick was difficult to control, and that the man was too deep in the city, and that he had already begun to investigate Vincent's background power, but the surface was calm and calm. Vincent bullied Frederick's means of communication too old to see through Frederick's face.

Vincent, who had palpitations, immediately became murderous to Frederick. Luckily, he began to consciously restrain this habit of killing and seizing power, as capturing the Old Gods was his primary goal.