Through the eyes of the audience, Joyce calmly walked to the front of the stage, no matter how worried he was, at least his posture was perfect.

"The future of the kingdom belongs to young people, and it's time for old people like me to give way." Gordon joked, making way for Joyce to stand up.

Joyce hurriedly advised, "You are always guiding us forward. ”

Gordon smiled and didn't speak.

Joyce turned to face the group, pondered the language, and said:

"I am honored and a little apprehensive that General Gordon has high hopes for me."

"My father has always been my idol, and I am proud to be a soldier of mine, and I hope to be able to join this honorable group in the near future."

He raised his glass: "To all the soldiers who have fought for the kingdom." ”

Draining the glass of red wine, Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, in the ...... of so many people Especially speaking in front of the officers, it was very challenging for him, so he had to pick up some cliché words to use, and the result was quite satisfying, after all, who doesn't love praise!

General Gordon then called the banquet to begin, patted Joyce on the shoulder with satisfaction, and led him to the many guests present, including William's comrades-in-arms who were familiar to him, and of course those who were complete strangers to Joyce, in that they were all active or retired officers.

This is to completely cultivate him as his own son and nephew...... Joyce followed General Gordon, clinking glasses and talking to people from time to time, while relieving himself that if he joined the army in the future, this status would be enough for him to have no obstacles before he was promoted to colonel.

While he was having a good conversation with his old subordinates, a male waiter suddenly came to Gordon's ear and said something, and the latter suddenly turned cold, confessed, and turned his head towards the door of the hall.

Directly opposite, a man and a woman walked in arm-in-arm.

The man wears a major general's uniform, a square face, thick eyebrows, and a slightly ordinary appearance, but as a general, he is young enough.

The lady next to her looked radiant, a hollow evening gown draped over her body, revealing a delicate collarbone, delicate lace blocking her chest, white and greasy skin looming behind her, and a burst of style unconsciously flowed out between her eyebrows.

Joyce's pupils constricted, his body tensed subconsciously, he never expected to see Iana again so soon, and so closely, face to face!

"Bright, what are you doing here, I don't remember inviting you." General Gordon said with obvious displeasure on his face.

"You're old, it's inevitable that you will forget, and I'm not here to correct your mistakes."

The ordinary-looking Major General Bright said with a smile, completely ignoring the former boss in front of him, and his tone was full of a calm and breezy victor attitude:

"Oh, and ...... I have advised Admiral Emilius to end your leave early, for it would be a shame for a respected general of such virtue as you to be at home. ”

"You ......"

General Gordon was about to get angry, when he suddenly heard Joyce behind him cough deliberately, and he didn't need to look back to guess that everyone's eyes were focused here, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and said word by word:

"Thank you very much."

"No thanks." Bright said lightly, and that false smile kept hanging on his face:

"Can I go in to the banquet now?"

"Please." Gordon was silent for a long time before a word popped out of his mouth.

Major General Bright took Ianna, who had not said a word, passed by Gordon, and when he passed by Joyce, he asked casually:

"You're Joyce Best, William's son?"

Joyce was about to respond, but heard General Gordon deliberately remind:

"Now it's Baron Best."

Bright's face twisted briefly for a second, then he kept a smile and said:

"Yes, I also personally submitted a letter of recommendation to His Majesty the King, but unfortunately William died before accepting the canonization."

"Little Best, you have to be warned."

Seeing that General Gordon did not continue to refute, Joyce suppressed the confusion in his heart and bowed slightly in response:

"Thank you, Major General Bright, for your kindness."

Bright let out an "um" and led Ianna to the banquet hall.

Joyce's two brows were clumped together as Ianna acted as if she didn't recognize herself at all, which seemed to him to be a very unusual situation.

When he saw Ianna appear, the first thought that came to his mind: she was coming for him.

Could it be that I'm too suspicious...... Joyce thought to herself, and heard General Gordon say behind her back:

"I'll tell you more about William later, but now you only need to know one thing, there is a conspiracy hidden in William's death."

He habitually patted Joyce on the shoulder and said comfortingly:

"The truth will be revealed one day, and you are still too weak at the moment, don't think about diving headlong into this whirlpool, that's a very stupid thing."

In fact, I'm already at the center of the maelstrom...... Joyce watched General Gordon walk away and did not follow.

Regarding William's death, this pool of water is deeper than I imagined......

The identity of the baron actually came from Bright's recommendation, but the two obviously belong to different camps, which is an act of the enemy......

How could a general do such a stupid thing is a bit incredible......

Joyce shook her head, seeing Iana burrowing into a crowd of men, deliberately walking in the opposite direction.

'My name is Diego and I've been teammates with Willian for a while.

Joyce looked at the man in front of him, dressed in the uniform of a major from MI9, with a rough and powerful voice, and a distinct scar under his left eye.

"Hello, my father rarely mentions things on the battlefield with me." Joyce tactfully stated that she didn't know him.

Scar Diego didn't seem to hear the hint in his words, and continued to himself:

"It was a very thrilling mission and the scar on my face was left at that time, but I was more impressed by William, who was a true fighter."

"Scars are the glory of a soldier." Joyce didn't have a good evaluation, and simply responded.

"Hahaha, well said." Scar Diego slapped Joyce's arm twice:

"You are very similar to your father, and I look forward to the day when I meet you on the battlefield."

Joyce skillfully removed his shoulders and said confidently:

"Yes, Your Excellency Major."

Seeing off the MI9 major, Joyce soon welcomed the next guest who came to greet him, as if he had become the sweetheart of the whole banquet for a while, and everyone could not chat with him without William.

Joyce kept saying the same thing until the man he didn't even want to face appeared.

"Baron Best, you're such a talent, I wonder if I'll have the pleasure of having a drink with you!"

"Of course, beautiful lady, but I don't know your name yet."

"Ianna."