Sonya, who was pale from the cold, wanted to get up and take the report from Griffith, but her slender ankles were sore and numb, and as soon as she got up, her feet were weak and she almost fell to her knees.

Not far away, the eyes of Veronos and several associate professors on duty immediately shifted.

The decision to camp in Minerva during the winter was not in the hands of the professors and associate professors, but was headed by a committee of former enemies composed of Ishus, Sonia and Fiona, and the final decision, at least formally, was made by the three of them in consultation with everyone. If any of the three members is unable to decide, one of the alternate members is selected as a substitute.

Of course, if that happens, Sonya's practical class will be over. Every link and procedure is a scoring item.

Galadia's eyes were quick, and she reached out and grabbed the map and report handed by Griffith and handed them to Sonya:

"I think~ let's review the report together, the sergeants have more time to prepare before dark. Sonya, I suggest that you read out the bill, and everyone votes on it one by one here?"

"Aye~!" everyone heard this, and reluctantly or reluctantly responded in unison, moving their feet and gathering over.

Although there were only twenty armed soldiers participating in the camp, and the others were not the patriarchs and agents of their respective families, the credits and system were designed in this way.

In the current scenario, the identity of Sonia and the gentlemen and ladies from the aristocracy is set to be the commander in wartime. The associate professors, led by Veronos, were staring at them from a short distance, and the slightest deviation would result in a few points.

"We ...... Today's ...... The camping plan is as follows. ”

The cold wind poured through the gloomy woods like knives into everyone's collars. Sonya, who was holding the report, felt that she could not breathe, and her fingers were almost frozen.

......

A quarter of an hour later, the first-graders, who had finished their briefing sessions, hurried into the camp at Fort Watch, patted the snow off their bodies, handed their coats to Brownie, and changed into warm indoor civilian clothes. In the meantime, the hard-working Brownie and the school staff had cleared a clearing from the ruins of the Watch Fort, set up warm tents, and begun to prepare dinner.

A part of the Huttolars began to set up sentry posts, and a wall and gate were built of wood at the entrance. The associate professors disappeared from view and began to set up a guard circle on the periphery.

The bitter cold wind had kept the ruins and trees at bay, the icy ground had been carpeted, elegant tents had been built behind the fortified walls, and braziers had been set up on the roads leading to and fro.

This makeshift campsite is really warm and cozy. The kitchen thoughtfully brought steaming coffee and milk, so everyone could grab a cup and hold it in the palm of their hand and walk towards the warm lounge.

"Dinner is half an hour later," Associate Professor Veronos' voice pulled everyone back into the cold winter, "and then it was evening self-study." Professor Lourdes will arrive at midnight, if I find out who is lazy before then......"

Griffith took a leave of absence and left the camp, not preparing to attend a formal dinner during the camp. He took two or three bites of the bacon, eggs, and vegetable sandwiches he had gotten from the kitchen, poured two sips of hot water, and left the warm camp without a hesitation to the edge of the Watchcastle boulder, where he finished his camp tour before everyone began their self-study.

"Sir, do you have to maintain your weapons and armor?" asked a brownie as he approached Griffith.

"No need, I'll take care of it myself. The knight waved it away.

Even if it's a march, this camp is too comfortable. Wouldn't it be too slack to even do the work of maintaining weapons himself?Griffith couldn't help but feel a little anxious and irritated when he thought about this. Although he hasn't been away from the battlefield for a long time, the comfortable and comfortable life has already made him feel a little rusty, and the summary of the latest battle with the mountain monster can be a bad review. However, this thought was up to him, and everyone else thought it was normal, even hussars like Lana had changed into warm robes and were grabbed by Fiona to tutor.

Although the daily training becomes more painful as the temperature drops, they can immediately change into a clean and warm coat and robe, and return to the fire to eat hearty food.

Such a life is 10,000 times more comfortable than in the army.

Brownie, who had just prepared dinner, neatly stacked everyone's weapons and armor, and then began to wipe and maintain. Most of the Shuttorals welcomed this. Due to the approaching exams, everyone's workout time has been shortened. According to the professors, even the basic courses could not keep up, and the fool with a muscular head was not qualified to stay in the noble Holmonwaltz.

The Shultolars entered Holmonworth as non-commissioned officers, and when they left the academy a few years later, they were given rank and file officer status, marching and commanding with their own lords, attending balls and banquets together. For them, many of the jobs they did during their time as non-commissioned officers were not necessary for their future status.

That's right, a non-commissioned officer and an officer are two different things.

After returning from the battlefields of the Far East, everyone has a new identity and has to adapt to a new world.

Griffith walked around the boulder, and found that although there was a lack of defensive forces here, the terrain was very steep, and the school's detection circle and small demons for reconnaissance had been arranged under the cliff, and foreign monsters and beasts had no chance to approach quietly.

After all, this is a camp, not a field battle.

Griffith sighed softly. Since coming to Holmonwards, although he has retained the habit of patrolling every night, there is nothing but the fragrance of flowers and the comfortable sea breeze in the quiet night.

It would be perfect if you could add the company of Miss Elf.

......

"Good evening, Griffith," Sonia said cheerfully, recovering from her warm tent, "are you ready for your exam?"

"Except for the magic course, there is no problem," Griffith reluctantly spread his hands and walked to the edge of his seat wearing heavy armor.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it? Galadia taunted him as he wore heavy armor into the tent.

"So~" Sonia nodded in satisfaction, "Let me see how much you've learned in magic!"

The brownies have prepared a comfortable study room for the students. They chose a few sections of the wall that were particularly thick, and surrounded several wide tents with woolen blankets along the sheltered walls. The ground was covered with soft and thick blankets, and the gaps in the walls were dug up to build a stove.

Despite the cold wind outside, it's still as warm as the living room in Holmonwood.

Outside this makeshift library is the old city walls and the starry sky, away from the noise of the kitchen and the professor's tent, quiet and comfortable. Everyone turned the pages quietly, just as they had been at Holmonwards.

"I'm ready to give up," Griffith stepped forward, "Introduction to magic can't be practiced, so some theories can't be remembered. With all this time, I can get A's in all military command disciplines. ”

"Don't be so stubborn~ We can review it before the Frost Festival," Sonia smiled and pointed to the seat opposite, "If you don't know the basics of magic, it will be very disadvantageous to encounter the caster enemy in the future, and I don't want my knight to be helplessly killed by the dark wizard." ”

"Sonia has a point, and if your grades in Introduction to Magic and Charms are too poor to prevent you from taking advanced courses in Golden Potions, that's a major loss!" Gladya, who was sitting next to Griffith, slowly flipped through the Charms textbook and pointed out a point that Griffith couldn't ignore.

The hands of the clock were slowly moving towards midnight, and some of the students had already returned to their tents to get ready for bed.

Griffith dizzily scrolled through the thick "Introduction to Magic" as Galadia and Sonya, who were sitting next to him, had left their seats and walked out to the sheltered terrace with the refreshments they had brought and whispered to each other.

"Sir, would you like a cup of coffee?"

Griffith jerked his head up, only to see a brownie elf staring at him with wide eyes. It held a cup of coffee and a small piece of cake in its hand, and its large, fearful and sincere eyes looked at the apprentice knight in strong armor.

"Thank you," Griffith took the refreshment, swallowed the little cake in one gulp, and drank a little bitter coffee.

Tsk~ It's so bitter. Griffith desperately wanted some honey water or milk, but was worried that he would be sleepy after drinking it.

The Brownie elf, who had brought him refreshments, held the tray in his arms and looked hesitantly at the midshipman who was much taller than him in the chair.

"What's wrong?" Griffith, noticing that Brownie was still standing beside him, asked kindly, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes...... So, dear Mr. Knight," said the Bronny elf, turning the plate in his hand restlessly, plucking up courage and whispering, "Well, 1412 heard that when learning advanced magic, proper rest can help you comprehend it more quickly. ”

"Oh~ Did you study magic too?" Griffith laughed, "Isn't that forbidden to you?"

"If it's magic necessary to serve its master, 1412 can learn it. ”

"Well, you have a point, it's not a matter for me to hold on here. Griffith nodded to the almost identical Brownie elf, got up and walked over to the terrace, greeted Sonia and the others, and walked out of the tent to relax.

......

The evening breeze of the cold night whistled through the cold and broken walls. Griffith stretched his back and wandered leisurely along his previous patrol route, occasionally checking for traces of shrubs and dirt along the cliffs.

After a while, he finally remembered that he hadn't read the letter from Sauron, so he hurriedly took out the envelope and looked for a sheltered corner.

"Briefing from Earl's Court.

"Mr. Trainee Knight, I haven't seen you for a long time, I hope Miss and you are doing well. The survey you commissioned me a few months ago finally got some feedback. I would like to state that a copy of the relevant case file is on file for your consultation upon your return to Bayeran. ”

"I. Records of the investigation concerning Isis

"The record of the whereabouts of the mage's apprentice Isis after leaving Rudias to be stationed at the mage is still incomplete. Officials have failed to unravel the secret organization to which he and the Cook gang belong.

"One thing is certain, however, that Isis once sailed to the town of Baltimore, near Holmonwoods, where port authority records find him stranded for a week. ”

"II. Records of the investigation into Cook's gangster Geros

"The Cook Gangs are ordinary underground gangs on Tasok Street, and a search has not found that they have been involved in activities related to mysterious forces.

"The captive Geros is a Sequence 9 'Weirdo' of the Monster Path, and his extraordinary traits are naturally acquired from birth. Although he was very cooperative with the investigation, the Investigation Bureau still used truth-telling and dreaming techniques to torture him repeatedly, and he has now gone insane.

"The results of repeated investigations confirmed that Geros and the Cook gang had received a substantial advance payment prior to that day's operation, without specifying where or to whom they would be sent if the kidnapping was successful. The person who paid the advance claimed that he would visit again, leaving no information confirming or verifying his identity. ”

"III. Records of the investigation concerning Rudias

"Before the crime, Rudias had not shown any suspicious behavior, and it seemed that staying in the dilapidated mage tower for research was his only point of existence.

"However, after an investigation of documents and research records, the Bureau of Investigation found a suspicious point -

"Rudias doesn't have the basic data for strong orc tuning and research. Although he repeatedly mated with imprisoned orcs, elves and goblins, and then quickly gave birth to offspring, the process and data were not recorded, compared and stored, and it was difficult to call it an experiment, just a simple 'captivity' and 'mating'. "His research is a layman's nonsense, but he unexpectedly got a mature strong orc.

"The above information comes from the report of the Investigation Bureau and other departments to the Earl's Court. In addition to this, I discovered that the Bureau of Investigation was also secretly carrying out surveillance of former Cook gang member Lajuana.

"Mr. Knight-Trainee, if I were in Holmonwards, I would not let Miss Sonia out of my sight.

"Please be careful.

"Armand Sauron, Trainee Monk. ”

......

That said, the people who made those goblins and living corpses are most likely from Holmonwards. Even the one who devised the method of cultivating strong orcs came from Holmonwards! After all, Rudias himself did not have the ability to research.

Griffith's heart was shocked, and his whole body tensed.

Veronos!

He was in charge of cultivating and training demons, and he happened to be nearby when Rudias attacked, and he invited me to work as an auxiliary in alchemy!

It's him!?