God-given land, the South.

Border camps.

"Marshal Lance, I've been wanting to ask for a long time, who is this little kid who hasn't been weaned yet?" the adjutant asked angrily, pointing at Edward angrily, "Who allowed him in?"

"Huh?"

"Marshal, military information must not be revealed! You, how can you talk about our battle plan in front of such an unidentified fellow......? If it leaks, I—We're doomed!"

"This ...... He is not an unidentified person, but a student of the Exorcism Salvation Society. Lance looked at Edward helplessly, and said.

The Exorcist Salvation Society followed the exorcist army south, which is a well-known thing.

However, for these obstructive bear children, the military people are more disgusted and regard them as a burden.

It's no wonder that they look down on people...... After all, the combat experience of the students is far inferior to that of their battle-hardened veterans, and even if they have high talent and strength, they are often unable to give full play to them, and they often cause trouble and delay the army.

"Marshal, you mean that funny society?" the adjutant squinted at Edward, dismissive.

This guy, just by looking at his dark circles, you know that he is a lazy and lazy wastewood, except for causing trouble to others, he doesn't expect him to go into battle to kill the enemy.

"Ahem...... Adjutant, be careful with your words. The Exorcism Salvation Society is an elite selected by the Holy See, and among them, Emisa Xia was chosen as a brave by Lord Sheila, so ......" Lance glanced at the adjutant deeply, and did not make his words clear.

He wanted to tell the adjutant, don't underestimate others, they are elites, their strength is extraordinary, and they have the support of brave people, if you make them angry, I can't protect you.

"Well, marshal, I trust your judgment. ”

Knowing Lance's deep meaning, the adjutant endured this tone and did not bother with Edward.

"But......" He gritted his teeth fiercely, stopped talking, endured it for a long time, and finally vented all the anguish in his chest loudly, "Then who is this woman?

"She'......" Lance didn't know what to say.

The woman stood beside Edward prettyly, wearing a low-cut blouse with a surname and a short maid's skirt, and hugged Edward's arm affectionately.

He knew that the woman's name was Night, but how could he explain it to the adjutant?

The female surname is definitely a rare animal in the army, and a charming goblin like the night is even more unthinkable, except in dreams, you can't see it anywhere.

"Marshal, it is forbidden for the army to bring family members, and wives and daughters are absolutely not allowed. It's an iron rule that even you must follow, but she ......" The adjutant pointed to Night's plump chest, unable to say a word, "She, she ......"

The waves were too turbulent, and the adjutant was speechless for a while.

"Tsk, are you jealous of me?" said Edward, tilting his head, "she is not my family, but my servant. ”

"Not a family member?" The adjutant thought that the woman was Edward's wife, and became even more angry when he heard the word servant, "Servants are not good, this is a battlefield, not a house!

"No, you still don't understand. Edward glanced at Lance depressedly, as if asking Lance's opinion.

"Lightly ......" Lance shook his head with a wry smile and turned his back, obviously not intending to get involved.

"Understood. With Lance's permission, Edward playfully patted Night's little buttocks, and said with a smile, "Night, go, let him know who you are." ”

"Yes, master!" said the night's voice was cold.

"You ......"

The adjutant wanted to curse, but he was surprised to find that the night had disappeared in place, leaving only a chaotic black fog.

Without waiting for him to react, the next second, a piercing beep made him completely put away his arrogance.

Airplanes!

The white moon came out of its sheath and let out bursts of joyful cries.

"Night, is the master's maid. ”

Like the summoning of death, through the layers of shadows, that pretty figure appeared behind the adjutant out of thin air.

"If you still have any doubts, the night can make you understand. ”

The bloodthirsty dagger was pressed against the adjutant's throat, and he did not dare to say a word, not even to struggle. Because he knew that if he made any sound or made any action, the grim reaper would take his life.

"However, you only have one chance......"

Even though the dagger didn't touch his skin, the adjutant felt a tingling pain in his neck, as if it would be cut at any moment.

There is only one chance, because of his life, there is only one ......

"Alright, night. ”

Edward nodded in satisfaction and gave Night an approving look.

"Yes, master. ”

Mind to heart.

With a swipe, the night disappeared again, and then appeared behind Edward, holding his arm affectionately, and standing quietly beside him.

"You, you......" The adjutant clutched his neck in pain, stammering, as if he had seen a ghost, "Space magic, and it's instantaneous! and...... And that, that dagger...... You, you ......"

The adjutant is not a fool who has not seen the world. Moon Shadow Walk, White Moon, these two are not extraordinary, and anyone with a little insight can see the power of the night.

If Night is an assassin sent by the enemy, even if it is the Supreme Commander Lance, who has layers of defense, he will never want to see the sun tomorrow.

"So, Lance, I understand your battle plan, but I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back to sleep. Edward yawned.

"Okay, okay. Lance naturally saw the scene just now, and his surprise was not less than the adjutant, "Rest early, we will set off tomorrow." ”

"Good!"

Ignoring the sluggish lieutenant, Edward took Night's arm and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tents, soldiers in military uniforms can be seen everywhere, walking among them, and the decadent Edward and the beautiful night attract everyone's attention.

The two of them have a very different style from the others, and there is no heaviness of war on the faces of the two of them, but like a couple on a spring outing.

"Master, how do you feel?" asked Night, leaning on Edward's shoulder, whispering.

"Night, your performance just now was awesome, super handsome, I was fascinated by you!"

"Is that all?" Night frowned discontentedly, as if to blame Edward for missing something.

"Hmm...... What else?" Edward's thought carefully, for fear of making the night unhappy if he made another mistake, "Oh, yes, night, you, you are dressed so much, that guy looks at you strangely, I, I don't like you to ...... like this"

"Since the master doesn't like it, he won't do it again after night. Night tightened her shirt and pressed her chest against Edward's arm, as if she could block out the strange eyes around her.

"Uh......"

Happiness came too suddenly, and the softness of this elastic surname made Edward a little uncomfortable.

"So, master, is that all?" asked Night, still dissatisfied.

"Huh, what else?" Edward couldn't figure out what else he was missing.

"Master, don't you feel good, being feared or something...... Now, no one will dare to offend you. ”

"Why is it cool? I don't think so. Edward scratched his head in confusion.

If you want to say cool, only the two murder weapons rubbing on his arms at night make him happier.

"Sure enough...... Master, you're a masochist. ”

"Tsk...... Not really!" (To be continued.) )