Should we say that Birmingham himself is a toiler, or that the current situation does not allow this down-and-out nobleman to have a little respite? Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Birmingham, who had just stepped out of the Imperial Princess's mansion with his front feet, stood in front of the temporary military headquarters of the Betley Empire at this moment, saying that it was the military department, but in fact, more than a dozen military tents were randomly placed on a small open space, surrounded by some wooden fences.

The humble scene gave Birmingham, who had just been in the Imperial Princess's Mansion, a strong shock, and what made Birmingham even more unexpected was that from a tent in the very center, the pinnacle of the Empire's armed forces, the world-admired sword saint Simmel, walked out like this.

There was no crowd rushing forward and backwards, and only the former maid lady and the equally amazing great magician White Sage came out after the Sword Saint Simmel, as if in Birmingham's impression, the three of them had always appeared together.

"Ah, Birmingham!" Frona reacted a little awkwardly, perhaps because of her father, the reunion after a long absence, the former friend seemed to be much more separated, and his attitude towards Birmingham was obviously different from before.

"Long time no see, Frona. Birmingham nodded, without too much concern, although he had the name of a fiancé, but for Birmingham and Flona, the name was like an invisible wall separating the two.

Seeing her master's performance like this, the little magician Ellie swallowed back silently after holding back her stomach, when did these two become like this, it is no longer within the scope of her thinking, regret, maybe, because the scene of Rose Manor seems to be just yesterday, and his feelings for the maid lady have not changed, but not changing does not mean that he can treat the daughter of the Grand Duke in front of him without reservation, and the estrangement is already inevitable.

A short greeting was followed by a wordless silence, and although the maid wanted to speak, she seemed to think of her father, and finally lowered her eyebrows and retreated behind the Sword Saint Simmel, at this moment, this petite body turned out to be a behemoth enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Here you are, Birmingham. The silence was broken by the Sword Saint Simmel, looking at the young man in front of him, he had never done a deep understanding, and he could not know what kind of attitude this young man had towards him, whether it was reproach or indifference, either way, it was the path she had chosen.

"Lord Sword Saint is polite, I'm here to ask what I will do in the next stage?"

Alienation has become one of the most common emotions used by Birmingham when he comes to the imperial capital again, and this sad alienation makes the little magician Ellie behind him also secretly frown, and she really doesn't like the current owner.

"Okay, please come in. Some incoherent, the Sword Saint Simmel was still immersed in Birmingham's polite words just now, and he was still confused about what to do next, so he had to invite Birmingham into his tent first.

However, there was no change in the White Sage Gillie, or she was not aware of the story of these people from the beginning, and in the face of Birmingham's return, the great magician only bowed slightly, expressed his appreciation for his safe return, and then turned and stepped into the tent he had just come out of.

Rushing in, Birmingham knew why the three Sword Saints Simmel would walk out of this tent, because the scene inside was enough to make people's hearts weigh on a boulder, and only a short escape was the right way to relieve this pressure, even Little Ellie couldn't help coughing a few times, and pinched her nose without a trace, but the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco still couldn't stop stimulating Little Ellie's brain.

"Your Excellency. With Simmel's appearance, the neat greeting sounded in the small tent, which also made the smell more violent, and the soldiers in the tent also seemed to notice Xiao Aili's strange appearance, along with the greeting, these five big and three thick officers were quite embarrassed, and one officer immediately kicked the wine bottle under his feet into the corner, and snuffed out the tobacco in his hand.

"How's it going?" Swordmaster Simmel didn't care about the harsh environment in his barracks, but walked quickly to the long table displayed in the tent, compared to the ornate table during the round table, the long table in front of him looked extremely messy, and the manuscript paper with Betley's imperial words was scattered on it, and in some places it was stained with soot and alcohol.

No one would have thought that such a messy scene would be the place where the most important military strategy of the empire was formulated, and these men with bloodshot eyes and the smell of soot and alcohol were the most valuable military talents of the empire, and their hands were not only thick calluses but also thin pens.

"It's a strategic idea that we've all come up with, not if the adults can agree to it?" the man who had just snuffed out the tobacco pulled out a rough sketch from the messy paper, in addition to the black notes.

"You don't have to be so polite, after all, I'm not Lord Delian, and I don't know much about military affairs, and if it weren't for Lord Delian's deep slums, I wouldn't be in danger. Taking the manuscript paper handed over, Simmel responded modestly, which also reminded Birmingham inexplicably of the female knight who was still in the slums at the moment, although he had always had the greatest trust in his knight, but seeing that time passed day by day, Tina still had no news, which also made Birmingham rarely worry about his knight, this worry made him move his eyes to Simmel's body, ready to wait for her existing affairs to be over, before taking the time to ask if there was any news of Tina, but this sweep, but can no longer take away the vision.

"This is the offensive and defensive battle of the three halberds!" a low exclamation came from Birmingham's mouth, causing the officers in the tent to look at the young man with a young man.

"Your Excellency has also heard of the offensive and defensive battles of the three halberds?" the officer who handed the paper was a little surprised.

"I've heard it, it's a classic strategy that is enough to be included in all Shi Ce, but I don't understand whether the strategy of the three halberds offensive and defensive battles is a bit too bold in the current situation. ”

"There is survival in danger, especially when we have reinforcements from various countries, this strategy is very suitable. When it comes to his specialty, the officer's bloodshot eyes shine brightly, as if sleepless nights were just routine for him.

Hearing the officer's answer, Birmingham's face, which had always been cold, finally showed a rare warmth.

"Richard Birmingham. The outstretched palm stopped in front of the officer in front of him, and the trembling and warm palm clasped tightly with it.

"Herlo Gawain. (To be continued.) )