Reginod looked at the crowd again, then shook his head and sighed, time is urgent, a little delay, the consequences may be unimaginable.

He paced back and forth in the hall, not knowing what he was whispering.

Seeing this, Kus took another step forward: "My lord, the fighter plane is fleeting, and if you don't obey, you can ...... now."

As soon as the words fell, Reginod looked up at Kus, seemed to think for a moment, and then turned to Kus and said: "Okay, it's up to you, but I still lack a prison guard in the 36th Corps, so you can take the position." ”

As soon as Reginod finished speaking, Kus was slightly stunned for a moment before he responded with a smile on his face.

After a few more deliberations, Kus went to the garrison of the 36th Corps, and took a few staff officers with him, and then only Reginor and his loyal men were left in the hall.

"My lord, although the people in the military affairs department deserve to die, there is no need to send the 36th Corps to the funeral in vain. ”

As soon as Kus and the others left, a staff officer spoke.

Reginod shook his head slightly, smiled and walked to the seat on the side: "Come on, everyone sit down." ”

Several staff officers looked at each other a few times before they sat down.

After sweeping his gaze over everyone, Reginod stopped laughing again: "Presumably everyone has the same meaning as Binns Staff?"

Staff Officer Binns was naturally the one who spoke just now.

Seeing that no one replied, Reginod continued: "You don't have to think about it, Kus can't die, and the 36th Corps won't give anyone a funeral!"

"That's ...... adult?"

"Didn't the orcs want to attack us on the Western Front, then we will push the forces of the Western Front up and see how they deal with it, even if there is any conspiracy elsewhere, then show me some fox tails. With that, Reginod picked up the tea on the table.

"Do you already have a way to deal with it?"

"I haven't thought of it yet, but things will always be under our control, and those orcs will hold back for a winter, and they won't just move like this. ”

Reginod's words revealed an inexplicable confidence, which made those staff officers on the side look at each other speechlessly.

After the military affairs were discussed, the staff officers naturally left one after another, and soon, only Reginod was left in the hall, "Someone!"

As soon as Reginod's words fell, a guard ran in from outside.

"You give this to Lord Xilin of the Glory Banner, and remember, don't let the people of Kus find out. With that, Reginod took out a lacquered wooden cylinder from his cuff, which apparently contained top-secret letters.

The guard said yes and exited the hall.

The flames of war in Dostol are already burning violently, and the rest of the empire is not calm, on the border of Odo, where a large number of demon armies have been gathered, the entire Northeast Army does not dare to slack off, although the large army is facing each other, but it is only some small friction, and the two sides have not engaged in large-scale operations.

In addition to this last piece of land laid down by Augsg the Great, even the western part of the Roland Empire has become ready to move.

To the west of the entire Kustanya Plain, there were four great satrapies of the empire, which occupied more than one-third of the entire empire's territory, and the hereditary system made them seem to be a state within a state.

And the great governors, in this twilight of the empire, they all felt that they should do something, especially the governor of Adonis in Droiana, as the uncle of the current emperor, he did not think that his nephew could manage such a large empire, and according to his words: "Yes, my dear Erik Xià needs someone close to him." ”

In the southwest of the empire, one droiana is the size of at least three tuna provinces, and the capital of droiana, droiana, is the second largest city in the Roland Empire after Osvia.

Since nearly half of the salt in the empire came from Droiana, Droianavia, even the second largest city, was not much inferior to Osvia.

On the afternoon of the day of the battle in Dostol, Droianavia welcomed an uninvited guest.

"Lord Doge, there's a man out there who wants to see you. ”

The waiter said outside the door, and Adonis was now enjoying the best part of the day, and this hour of the afternoon was described by him as "the most beautiful and intoxicating journey through time." ”

With endless glory, endless gold and silver, and no war, every day of Adonis feels like a paradise.

"Nope. ”

Adonis is most annoyed that someone is disturbed at this time, and usually even if there is something, the waiter will not report it, and I don't know what happened today.

Ignoring the waiter outside the door, Adonis quickly closed his eyes again.

Fat, so that others can't tell whether he is open or closed, the two arms full of flesh are naturally hanging down, with the sound of creaking wooden chairs, the flesh on the arms is trembling.

The waiter turned and went out, and after a while he was back at the door.

"What?" said Adonis, still with his eyes closed.

Don't look at him fat, his sense of hearing is very sensitive, of course, this is inseparable from his own high-level martial arts cultivation.

Hearing Adonis's unkind tone, the waiter hurriedly bowed down and said, "That man said that there is a big business coming to the door, please see it." ”

After the waiter finished speaking, he hurriedly bent down again before retreating to both sides of the door.

"Business?"

Adonis opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight, accompanied by a loud squeak, of course.

"Please let him in, ...... That's it. After pondering for a moment, Adonis opened his mouth and said, in the past, he would never follow anyone, but today even he felt strange.

After a while, the waiter returned, and he was followed by a man who was so emaciated that he was not even qualified as a refugee compared to Adonis.

"Meet the Governor?"

"You are?"

Adonis looked at the man, and the man was looking at Adonis.

After a while, Adonis waved the attendants down, and only Adonis and the newcomer were left in the room.

Seeing the others leaving, the thin middle-aged man smiled slightly and sat casually on the chair next to him, as if he was at home.

After taking a sip of his tea, the man rose again and said to Adunis, "In Lower Balk, meet the Viceroy." ”

After speaking, he bowed slightly.

"Balk?" Adonis' eyes rolled slightly, but outsiders couldn't see it, "Ogre?"

"It's just a false name, and it's not as strong as the Governor's soldiers. With that, Balk sat back in the chair behind him.

The uncrowned king of the town of Oturns, Balk, known as the ogre, would be a thin, ordinary-looking middle-aged man, which no one would have imagined.

"What business?" asked Adonis, unpretentiously.

"Okay, Lord Governor is really straightforward, this can find Lord Governor's business, of course it's big business," Speaking of this, Balk paused slightly: "The land west of the Bise River to the Jogches River, I wonder if your Excellency is interested?"