(ii‘)

The time and place are still unknown***

Still can't think of anything about myself.

Even when I think about it, it seems difficult to construct the existence of the concept of "I".

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it," he said to himself, "and reason about the current situation." ”

The reflection in the mirror looks familiar and strange.

The person in front of her is a beauty by any standard.

The long blond hair has not been taken care of for a long time, and it is unkempt all the way to the waist, but the hair quality is still very good.

Thinking is unexpectedly calm, as if he is not thinking about his own business.

The fact that she is a beautiful woman does not provide any comfort to the current situation, it only complicates the analysis.

Only now did I realize how weird this room was.

The room had no windows, not even a skylight.

Only a prison can be so repressing. No, even prisons don't deliberately build windowless rooms.

More like ...... The princess in the tower?

But there is light here.

Soft light came from the walls on all sides, not from electric lights, not oil lamps, not candles.

All that is lost is personal memory, not knowledge. In the knowledge section, there are also these words.

But she knew that the room wasn't illuminated using these technologies.

"It's magic. ”

When I say this word, there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Ways to change the laws of nature with faith.

"I" should be magical.

He carefully recalled the appearance of the butler, who was an invisible servant made of magic, a magical creature with no intelligence.

No matter how you look at it, there is no human breath in this house.

Only magic. Magic pervades the entire building.

"No...... I think I would, too. ”

Not "me", but me.

Cast your gaze back on the glass bed, the magic inside is simply showing off your presence.

Why didn't you notice it before?

Pressing my fingers against the edge of the glass bed, I suddenly felt a palpitation, as if an electric current was rushing through my body.

Feel the magic at your fingertips.

As she remembered the power of the magic, it poured wildly down her arm, begging her for permission.

"It's ...... Magic Web?"

When the word was spoken, an alarm bell rang somewhere in my head.

I don't know why I am vigilant.

But I seem to be able to figure out why.

"Static Field ......"

When the name of the magic is pronounced, its effect is known.

That's magic to keep soulless* - or magic to imprison the most dangerous characters.

Knowing these things doesn't make the mystery less, but the more.

Now I can't even estimate my own age.

This should indeed be a prison - a prison that even the best magicians would find difficult to break through or reach.

It doesn't matter who did it all for whatever reason......

"That's a powerful and dangerous character. ”

Whispered to "myself" analysis.

No matter who did all this, waking up by himself would have been an accident for him or her.

To make matters worse, I don't know how to get back to where I was before. You can't pretend nothing happened.

（ii）

September 13, 1666

On the west side of Fort Fort, Robert Ayer mutinied in the Combat Readiness Pathway

Rear Admiral Darrow Salami, the "leader" of the rebel sailors, half-crouched behind the sturdy door of the warehouse, peering through the firing holes in the square outside.

For a major general, this is not an elegant move, but he is really concerned about this negotiation, which is about how long he will live in the future. His group of "staff officers" who had just been "transferred" from the leader of the rebel sailors were also lying on the blinds, observing the actions on the opposite side through the cracks.

Ten minutes earlier, they had completed all the preparations and made a request to negotiate with the other side.

It was only after the rebels were swept away by the gendarmerie that the rebel leaders remembered that Fortiburg, as the center of the Liberty Powers, not only had the Twelve Freedom Divisions and the Seventh Fleet, but also garrisoned 50,000 army and 50,000 navy. Now that a rebellion is launched, there is indeed a chance to fight for a breath, but it is more likely to be regarded as a rebellious army.

In order to ensure their own safety, they roared and negotiated the terms of the negotiation without any new ideas, and then tossed around in this restaurant, which had been converted from a warehouse, and converted the restaurant into a "temporary flagship of the orthodox Fifth Fleet".

Then, fearlessly, they waited for a reply from the commander of the gendarmerie opposite. The wait was only about ten minutes, and it was like days.

"The other side agreed to negotiate. ”

Hearing this reply, some people breathed a sigh of relief, and some people became nervous instead.

I don't know who whispered, "He's coming." ”

Everyone knows who they're talking about. The commander of the gendarmerie was the most famous hero of this war of freedom.

The small square in front of the warehouse was not too wide, and it was crowded with wounded and routed soldiers.

But as soon as they saw the man coming, the large crowd broke away in a panic and made a way for the comer. Even the mutinous sailors, who were seriously wounded, were dragged to the side of the road by their companions.

"This scene is like a sickle slashing through a wave of wheat. ”

"He didn't even bring guards. I didn't bring any of them. ”

"Even if we don't bring guards, what can we do with him? I heard that he dared to stop even the Emperor's own team, what a madman!"

"Even if you're a madman, you're a terrible madman. Do you want to get in front of a madman senior officer?"

Listening to the almost desperate discussions of the staff officers around him, Major General Darrow couldn't help but be infected by these emotions. It's like suddenly hearing that your opponent has all your cards in hand before one of the most important business negotiations – no, it's worse than that. This is when I heard that my opponent had mastered all of his hole cards, and I also heard that the opponent would never back down.

"Be quiet," the Major General coughed twice, "if you still want to live to see the next sunrise, vacate the hall and 'well' greet our guests." Don't let me hear 'crazy' or anything, that's not our negotiating strategy. ”

At this time, the "madman" they were talking about was walking through the square, looking at the fallen "wheat waves" around them.

Naymen Soleton was not interested in speculating on the thoughts of the mutinous sailor leaders. What caught his attention was the sailors around him who had participated in the mutiny.

In the pupils of those naval sailors, fear, despair, dissatisfaction and helplessness were reflected. It was a creepy look in which there was only indifference, endless indifference. Those were not the fanatical and greedy thugs he imagined, but people who thought they had been abandoned by the whole world.

In the army for so long, Naimon has never seen such a look in the eyes of officers and soldiers. Not once.

"Is this the strongest Free Navy in the world? Why is this sentimental?"

I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say it. The sailors in front of them did commit a crime, but ......

The memories of the oath taken when accepting the position resonated with the scene in front of him, flashing uncontrollably through Naimon's mind.

“...... The Overseer is the scabbard, and the gendarmerie is the whip......"

“...... I swear to work for the well-being of all free citizens, for the sake of building a better Free Army and a Free Navy......"

He opened his lips slightly, repeating the oath from his memory.

"Better Free Army and Free Navy".

Naimon knew he wouldn't give the order to "assault and annihilate".

The young officer stopped in front of the door of the converted warehouse, raised his right hand, and knocked politely. Through the firing ports erected in the warehouse, at least 10 muskets were aimed at him.

"I'm here to negotiate. ”

After a few minutes, the door of the heavy iron-clad warehouse slowly opened with a "creak".

What appeared in front of Naimon was a walkway illuminated by a few dim magic lamps. This walkway leads to the end of the hall, where there is a stage stacked with wooden boxes.

The stage was supposed to be a scantily clad oriental dancer, but now it has been replaced by a hastily built podium. The magic lamp was pointed in the center of the stage, and three or five wooden boxes were put together to form a long table, on which were placed several charts, and a sextant was erected, and it was not known where the mutinous sailors had found it.

The mutinous sailors "stood" in the aisle from the doorway to the stage, like the courtiers of the Holy Emperor in popular theater. Their upright posture is very amateurish and somewhat ridiculous by the standards of the Army.

But Naimon didn't laugh. He smelled a strong smell of whale oil.

The oil lamps on all the tables had been extinguished, and the tables had been chopped into wood and arranged around the hall. Those tables and wooden boxes were sprinkled with whale oil, ready to burn the restaurant to fire. He also noticed that more than one person was holding the tinder. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, fixed on his left arm.

"Red One-Sleeved Military Uniform ......"

Whispers can be heard.

In order not to provoke these nervous sailors, the Naimon removed his left hand from the pistol at his waist and slowly walked towards the opposing commander.

"Stop, report your identity, Major!"

The leader of the rebel sailors sat on the side of the command table. He didn't wear a military uniform and looked like a general, but his tone was very unkind. Whether it is the age of forty, a slightly fat belly, or a well-groomed beard, it proves that he is a person who lives a pampered life on weekdays.

Why would such a person lead this mutiny?

Naimon pondered in his heart, took two more steps forward, and spread his hands: "Don't be so nervous. I'm here to help you. You know who I am. ”

Major General Darrow frowned imperceptibly. The young man in front of him did not answer his question directly, nor did he enter into the rhythm of his negotiation.

This made him a little uncomfortable. But before he could speak, a sailor next to him interjected in a furious manner: "How do we know that you are not an impostor?!

"Ah, do you want to see the evidence?" Naimen smiled and explained in a relaxed tone, his right hand slowly moving to his waist, "Don't be nervous, I'm just showing you the evidence." ”

The rear admiral's brow furrowed again.

The sword in the young man's hand slowly unsheathed, emitting a warm orange glow that illuminated almost the entire room.

This sword has been rumored in the market for a long time, and every sailor has heard of it.

"I think that's enough proof that I'm the commander of the Independent Gendarmerie Regiment, the Commander of the Intertray, Major Naymen Soleton. ”

Naimon slashed the tip of his sword on the ground, and the blade of the sword surrounded by orange light sliced into the floor tiles as smoothly as a dinner knife slicing into cheese. This caused a commotion in the surrounding crowd.

"Now that I've confirmed my identity, let me make sure the hostages are safe. If I don't think it's convenient, I don't have to ask about your identity. ”

Major General Darrow hesitated, and immediately there was a noise from the mutinous sailors. He sighed slightly and replied, "Fifth Fleet Guards Fleet...... No, the commander of the Fifth Fleet, Rear Admiral Darrow Salami. I'm sorry, but I can't let you see the hostages, Major Soleton, until you agree to our terms. ”

"I want to see the hostages. Naimon didn't budge, "I'm going to see you now." ”

"Major General, don't let him see the hostages without permission...... It's a big deal, we're going to take him down too!" the mutinous sailor, a famous diehard, couldn't help but cry.

Major General Darrow snorted coldly from his nose and scolded, "Don't mess around! Do you know what will happen if the Major can't leave safely?"

Naimon smiled and picked up the conversation: "Nothing will happen. Again, I'm here to help you. As the commander of the Independent Gendarmerie Corps, I do not want to see more casualties, which will not add even the slightest bit of honor. However, in order to be able to fulfill your demands, I need to meet the hostages. ”

This time, the rear admiral spoke before his men could interject: "Can't you agree to these demands? Our demands are not complicated, to allocate to us the ships that belonged to the Fifth Fleet, to load them with water and food and a ransom equivalent to ten million gold pounds, and to ensure that the Great Red Fleet will not pursue us." You have the mandate of the military-political council, and you can do most of it. ”

Nemena unsheathed his sword and glanced at Major General Darrow with a hint of meaning.

"And that's just the majority. I know that among your hostages is the commander of the Seventh Fleet. To fulfill your terms, I must have his consent. Your future fate can only depend on the men who will take over this sea. And I have with me the order to be given to him—"

At this point, it is impossible for Major General Darrow not to know what Namen meant.

He rubbed his eyes, sighed deeply, and confirmed, "Are you going to convince Admiral Pease Wayne?"

Naimon nodded: "This is the only way to solve the problem. ”

The mutinous sailors looked at each other. They all knew that they didn't actually control the second floor. Some of the brothers did go up, but none of them came back to confirm that they were in control of the hostages. It was not so much that they captured the admiral, but that the admiral and his guards did not choose to fight to the end. For a while, no one said yes to this condition.

Even Major General Daro bowed his head and muttered, "Hostage......"

"Or are you not in control of the hostages, and with the strength at your disposal, can you really make up your mind to stand up to the escort of a marshal and a senior senator?"

Naimon's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, and the whole audience was thrown into chaos. More than one drew his saber or grabbed a musket, ready to tear his face and do it.

However, Naimon's next words stopped them.

"But I'm here to save you! You want to be safe! You want ships! You want to run away with the fruits of your plunder! But where can you flee to?! Your enemy is the Free Navy! And behind you, there is not even a dock! Can you take refuge in the Empire? Or St. Sen? The chances are slim! Only the Seventh Fleet can provide what you want—and you can even go back to the Navy!"

The sailors' chiefs were in a commotion again, exchanging glances with each other, but no one expressed their attitude. Namen's analysis is indeed very reasonable, and it faintly expresses their concern: no one believes that these thousands of people can become pirates, and most of them are afraid that they will not die well.

Naimon waited patiently for them to finish exchanging glances, then lifted his finger and pointed to the stairs.

"Take me up! Since they won't deign to settle the mutiny here, I'll be the only one to do it. Naimon replied, "Could you please show me the way, Your Excellency?"

Rear Admiral Darrow looked around, and seeing that most of the sailors' leaders had not objected, he stood up and nodded in agreement.

The door to the first floor closes at the back, cutting off the view from behind.

Darrow Salami and Naimon took a few steps and went up the stairs. Naimon lowered his voice and said, "Alright, now tell me the truth, Rear Admiral." I can tell you can't help yourself......"

The rear admiral suddenly stopped, his legs weakened, and he knelt in front of Naimon with a thud, crying in his voice.

"Your Excellency, save me! I'm not a mutiny!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Namen's face, and he hurriedly reached out to help the rear admiral in front of him.

"Even if the army and navy are not subordinate to each other, I will definitely not be worthy of 'Your Excellency' or something......"

Darrow still couldn't get up on his knees, and his tone was hurried and fast: "Now is not the time to talk about this, Your Excellency! I can't control those sailors, if they think the situation is not good, this warehouse will be completely on fire!"

"Tell me about the second floor. Naimon cut straight to the heart of the question, "What kind of hostages are there up there, and how many of you have gone up?"

"There were about thirty people who went to control the second floor, but no one came back. According to the accounts at the time of the concentration of hostages, among the captives were some eccentric Imperial people, former parliamentarians, as well as high-ranking officers of the army and navy. Your Excellency, you must also suspect that there was someone behind this mutiny, but we can't be sure which of these people were behind it......"

The Major General was only halfway through his sentence when suddenly there was a "poof" sound from the direction of the staircase, followed by a series of crashing sounds, as if something heavy was rolling down the staircase.

Naimon and Darrow glanced at each other, nodded in unison, put away all their politeness, and hurried in the direction of the stairs.

At the top of the staircase were two men dressed in coarse cloth, and the door on the second floor, facing the staircase, was still shaking slightly. They weren't wearing military uniforms, and Naimon couldn't tell where the two belonged. He glanced at Daro, and the rear admiral also crouched down, looked at the hands of the two men, and judged the identities of the two men from the cracks and calluses on them.

"It was the sailors who participated in the mutiny. Didn't die, just passed out. The major general hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems that the other side has probably predicted it." ”

“...... I'll come to them directly. And they have long estimated this, so they will follow the mutinous sailors here. These people's intentions are really interesting. By the way, Major General, have you learned some kind of spell? any system, maybe we won't go in peacefully. ”

Major General Daro touched his stomach and said with a wry smile: "When I was young, I went to a church school for two years, but it was not suitable for me, and the magic net was probably too trendy for me." The navy doesn't need those low-end spellcasters, and only mages who aim beyond the cannon can survive on the waves. And for a rear admiral of the Guard Fleet, it is much more useful to be able to run a sea trade than to know how to do magic. ”

Naimon gripped his necklace and lowered his voice to connect to the magic web, "Annie, I want a suitable illusion and detection magic. It doesn't need to be too advanced, it can disguise my location, and detect the distribution of the other party's people, you don't need to detect magic, it's useless to detect anyway. ”

"I'm not Annie, I'm just a knowledge base. The familiar voice is still cold, but the words used in each query seem to be a little shorter than the last time. "After the query is completed, it can be used. ”

Naimon wasn't good at detection and illusion types of magic before, and the magic web was a great addition to his mastery of these aspects. Through the simplest of magic and life recognition, his vision could faintly see through the door the distribution of the crowd in the private rooms on the second floor.

Considering that Major General Darrow didn't know much magic, Naimen relayed the situation at the door.

"There was a group of people lying behind this wall, but only some of them had a life reaction, presumably mutinous sailors. The rest were divided into three...... No, four parts, there were probably seven or eight people leaning against the corner of the wall on the left hand, sixteen or seven at the end of the right wall, more than twenty staying in the distance, and ...... And two in the middle of the room? This magic reaction is completely undisguised, they are fighting?Among the mutinous sailors, are there any magic officers on the ship?"

Darrow shook his head in denial, "It can't be." Who can get a garrison mage in the navy doesn't have tens of thousands of gold pounds? They are as independent as the captain. ”

"Independent Issei?" asked Naimon.

"Ah, you probably haven't read the ordinance. Seeing that Naimon was not quite aware of this rule, Rear Admiral Darrow explained, "Article 3 of the regulations stipulates that the garrison mage can receive 10% of all captures and bonuses. Unless they are coerced, there will be no captain and resident mage to participate in such an unconscionable rebellion. ”

"So, that piece of 'High Mana Response' inside can't be your people......" Naimon scratched his hand in the air, pointing out the range of potential threats, "By the way, I want to ask, who does the remaining nine belong to?"

The Rear Admiral paused for a moment. Although he didn't know Namen's intentions, he still memorized the original text of the regulations.

"If there is a capture in a naval battle, ten equal portions. Three copies belong to the Parliamentary Maritime Trade Committee, one from the Commander of the Fleet to the Commander of the Detachment, one for the captain alone, one for the resident mage, one for the lieutenants and second lieutenants, and three for all sailors......"

"Sounds fair...... Then why are there so many mutinies?"

Listening to this information about the navy, Naimen nodded thoughtfully.

He kicked the door with his foot, opening it open and creating the illusion that his phantom was stepping inside.

"Everyone, please lay down your weapons, stop the attack, and prevent misunderstandings-"

The phantom's lips fluttered with Naimon's voice, looking flawless. He didn't really expect the people in the house to really lay down their weapons and stop attacking, but the scene always had to be said.

The two "high magic reactions" that were originally facing each other in the middle turned their heads at the same time. Before, the two men stood on either side of a short table, vaguely facing each other, but now they were both staring at Naimon, who suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Hmph. Do you dare to send reinforcements?"

The man who let out a cold snort had seen it. His weapons and his tricks, Naimon, have seen the same.

Whether it's the recurved Oriental knife or his pirate-like dress, it looks familiar. It had been a friend of Anne—or Bonnie, who knows.

"What's Kai coming from...... But why is he here?"

The pirate-looking man sprinted to the door at the speed of the wind, his sword slashing with a piercing screech. The tip of the recurve knife happened to rest on the neck of the phantom created by Naimon, and a little further on, it almost pierced the phantom.

Naimon hurriedly stopped his illusion in order to prevent it from being recognized. He noticed that the man had some kind of epaulette of the Free Navy on his shoulder, but it was covered by long, messy hair like seaweed, and he couldn't tell what class he was.

"I'm not a mutinous sailor......" Naimen continued.

The man with the Ying knife didn't listen to what he was saying, but shook his wrist and turned the tip of the knife slightly: "Illusion technique!"

Almost at the same time, the person standing on the other side of the short table also moved. It was a tall man, and Naimon couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Almost as soon as Naimon withdrew the illusion, out of nowhere, the man pulled out a huge two-handed greatsword and dragged it almost all the way from his shoulders to the ground.

Before Naimon could sigh, the big sword had already been used faster than the Ying knife and rushed straight towards the wooden wall where Naimon was hiding!

The thin wooden partition wall was as fragile as papier-mâché in front of such a two-handed sword.

The sword slammed through the plank, the blade cutting through the doorframe and pointing diagonally downward, the smoke and choking dust that smash out almost obscured everyone's vision.

In the smoke and dust, an orange light rose against the trend!

The orange light also sliced through the plank wall, across the path of the greatsword's slash.

The light flickered, and the silver greatsword was silently broken in two from the center!

There was an exclamation of surprise all around: no one expected that the mighty sword would be broken like this. I'm afraid there's only one famous weapon that can do this—

"Kindness?"

More than one person in the room called out its name. There are not many people who can recognize the name of the weapon by the sight and effect, which fully proves the high quality of the "hostages" in this large room.

The castration of the "Mercy" in Naimon's hand froze slightly, and its sword spine knocked the half-cut sword that was flying away, and then turned into a thorn, and the sword light went straight towards the owner of the giant sword on the opposite side of the wooden wall!

"Abandon the sword!" Naimon snorted, his right foot on the ground for a moment, to show that he had no malicious intent.

But the "mercy" in his hands does not stop at all. With the length of his arm, if the other party does not retreat, he will definitely be pierced in the chest by mercy.

The owner of the greatsword had to take a step back. But then, the man caught the half-severed sword in the air, and then gave the order.

"Twin Sword Form!"

The other person's voice sounded like a woman, but it was very suctiony, low, hoarse, and magnetic. With the command of this voice, the two severed swords turned into double swords in response, and their combat effectiveness was restored.

This round of attack and defense was faster than lightning.

The onlookers around were still sighing for the fate of the giant sword just now, but they didn't expect that the sword wielder still had any strength left. Whether it was catching the broken sword in the air or the deformation of the weapon, it was greatly unexpected by everyone.

"Stop! That's not the enemy!"

"It's the gendarmerie!"

From the camps on both sides of the room, such shouts rang out, men and women.

The two men re-formed a confrontation through the destroyed wooden wall, carefully looking at the opponent in front of them.

That "mercy" is enough to prove Naimon's identity. Whether it is the sharpness of this weapon, or the great achievements it represents in capturing the flag and protecting the free nations, no one can ignore it.

The owner of the Great Sword, or Double Sword, was a tall silver-haired woman, dressed in a nun's garb without the identification of the priesthood, but it could be seen to be in the style of the Northern Orthodox Church.

The twin swords in her hands were surrounded by silver holy light, and their purity and strength were very high.

"The characteristics of this shape-shifting weapon, I seem to have seen somewhere...... It's in Fort Still, right?"

The extraordinarily Annie-like voice instantly answered Namen's question: "That's the 'Arbiter of the Covenant'. The highest blessed weapon in the Orthodox Church's collection is one of the Hallows that the Presiding Bishops and Cardinals can choose for themselves. ”

"I don't remember seeing this woman, but I've definitely seen the magical features of this weapon......"

The Orthodox nun on the opposite side also seemed to recognize Namen.

"You're not from the Navy...... The sword. Are you the commander who stopped the Emperor at Lenny, captured the 'mercy', and arranged the great retreat of Lenny?"

The tall nun pulled her hood down again, her tone becoming urgent and fast.

"Sort of. The other party suddenly became excited, making Naimon a little confused, "I'm Major Naimon Soleton, and I'm here to rescue your commander of the military police." Are some of the senior priests of the Orthodox Church? Why are they here?"

"We are here to deepen our understanding with the denominations of the South......"

"We are here to strengthen communication with powerful people in the new regime in the South......"

It's not just the nun in front of you who is talking. In the camp of the Imperials, another nun was also speaking, but there was a subtle difference between her statement and the words of the person in front of her. Naimon noticed that the people sitting at the tables were also clergy dressed in the uniforms of the clergy of various sects of the Orthodox Church, and they were subtly mostly women.

In the middle of speaking, the tall Orthodox nun suddenly turned around and rushed back into her group. The second woman who spoke was pushed back by the tall nun, and then nervously said something to the rest of the people, and gave up even halfway through the introduction of herself.

Naimon stared at this scene in amazement, and thought to himself, "They are really right to say that there are some weird Imperial people upstairs." I don't think my reputation is enough to intimidate these high-ranking priests of the Empire, right?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't trust these Imperials, Major. Regardless of how nice they say, how holy they look, or how big their boobs are, every Imperial man dreams of bringing down your Southern regime. ”

It was the pirate-like man who stepped in.

"Captain of the Seventh Fleet 'Jishui', Colonel Kazami Tsukama. Speaking of which, have we seen it somewhere?"

"I feel similar, but I can't remember it either. Maybe we can have a drink later. Naimon cautiously replied, "Let's get down to business." I would like to meet with His Excellency the Commander of the Seventh Fleet......"

"That's me. ”

The voice feels straightforward, but it doesn't allow others to refuse.

"Maybe you remember this guy's Tessie name, this guy's Tessie name is Kezmi Stihaus. Our Seventh Fleet is accustomed to using oriental-style names for the convenience of local command. ”

Naimon set his sights on the comer. Contrary to what he had imagined at first, Pease Wayne was not the kind of domineering captain who was somewhere between an admiral and a pirate, but a yellow-skinned Oriental who looked to be over fifty years old, with gray beard and black hair, and a somewhat bookish atmosphere.

Thinking about the location of the Seventh Fleet and the history of opening up ocean routes over the past few decades, Naimon felt that this was not surprising. If it weren't for the almost complete destruction of the Fifth Fleet, the Seventh Fleet, which had been stationed at Lingyangmen all year round, would not have been withdrawn. This fleet, of course, consisted mainly of local Oriental sailors, and it is not surprising that there was an admiral of oriental origin.

Besides, Clad López can get ahead in the Eastern Empire, and who stipulates that the free countries cannot have an admiral of Oriental origin?

"If you're looking for Admiral Pease Wayne, that name refers to me. But if you are a disciple of Luo Ruide, you should be able to call me by my Oriental name directly. ”

If there is one word to sum up the impression given by this admiral, it should be said that it is "elegant", but his style of speech is completely naval, loud, straightforward, authoritarian, and unambiguous.

This contrast, when Naimon heard his oriental name, reached the extreme.

"Ben Shuai's surname is Wei, and the words are peaceful. ”

Naimon hurriedly recalled the oriental language of his three-legged cat, and spelled out the surname and table of the person in front of him in his mind. He knew that in the Eastern countries, the surname generally came from his father, and the table name was given by himself.

What kind of person would set such a name for himself?

He couldn't help but repeat this unusually domineering name, raised his hand and saluted.

“...... His Excellency Marshal Wei Taiping. ”

Wei Taiping patted Naimon on the shoulder casually, but this gentle tap made Naimon almost take three steps back. The admiral in front of him was by no means as weak as he seemed.

"You've settled the mutiny, Major. ”

Naimon nodded and replied humbly, "In a sense." This is the commander elected by the mutinous sailors, Rear Admiral Daro Salami......"

He turned his head and pulled the still stunned Major General into the room. The round of attack and defense just now frightened the rear admiral to sit on the ground and breathe for a long time.

"It's from the Fifth Fleet? Mutiny is not a big deal. ”

Wei Taiping just glanced at him, and then turned back to Naimen.

"I know you've got another thing with you. Take it out, that's the core. ”

Naimon was slightly startled again. He vaguely realized that everything he did was actually in the calculation of the admiral in front of him. He reached into his arms and pulled out a roll of parchment in a metal letterbox.

"I brought the letter of appointment from the Military and Political Council to you......"

Wei Taiping patted him on the shoulder "gently" again. Even if he was prepared, Naimon still felt like his shoulder blade was about to break. The elegant person in front of him is probably even more amazing than the imperial priestess with a big sword.

"There's no hurry. Let's sit down and take two sips of tea. ”

The Admiral left the others behind and strode into the private room. Naimon hurried to keep up with him.

"You've probably heard of that, too. Former Webster co-member of parliament representing the Phaseport and Twin Ports Provincial Constituencies of the Republic of Interres. Now, we can get down to business, Marshal Luo's disciple. ”

Wei Taiping sat down in the private seat, casually pasted a scroll with oriental characters written on the table, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

"Are you really going to be an Inter Overseer? It's too late to give up. It's not a position that anyone can do. You've proven that you can be a good Gendarmerie Commander, but you haven't proven that you can be a good Overseer. ”

In the silence of the magic, the words sounded as sharp as a sword.