"My lord, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

After a few gasps, Lincoln seemed to have finally regained his composure.

He was half a head shorter than average in a group of adult Sintraes.

However, as a clerk who was first taken by Haxel, he was later taken by Lann as a subordinate commander.

He gained prestige in the army by virtue of his qualifications and abilities.

So at this time, with just a wave of his hand, everyone who came out of the camp behind him made a uniform 'poof', and at the same time turned sideways to make a way for Lan En.

Lan walked over calmly, making eye contact with the men who had fought through one military formation after another under him.

Their eyes are still burning with fire, determined, persistent, and bursting.

Lan En suddenly realized something.

These people have never slackened during his absence, both physically and mentally.

They forge their bodies with almost terrifying demands on ordinary people, and then actively participate in every innovation and decision that makes the Order stronger with autonomy that is rare in the world.

This is a group of soldiers who cross the era, and this will to fight can no longer be called 'soldiers of the feudal era'.

Even in the modern army, this is a rare spirit spirit.

"You should take a break, and the calm situation will last at least for a short time."

Lann whispered to Lincoln, who was following behind him.

The flannel ball was on Lan En's shoulder, which made the kitten cringe a little at first, but then the knights' warrior temperament came to light, and the kitten, who also regarded himself as a warrior, was obviously excited.

Its upper body rested on Lanen's shoulders, looking around at these brilliant warriors.

The inside of the camp is a tent supported by tarpaulins.

These tarps are munition-grade, coated with a thick layer of gum and pine oil, waterproof and strong.

As long as the corners are nailed to the corners, and then the inside is propped up with wooden poles, and it can even be used as a house.

The camp where Lincoln brought Lane into even had a bookshelf full of books, accounts, and notes.

"These are the accounts of the aid and supplies that the Order has received during these months, some from Temeria, some from Eretusa, and other countries of the North."

Lincoln stood behind Rann and stood with his hands behind his back to report.

"Most of us didn't start without permission, waiting for your judgment."

Lane pulled out a tome, a notepad in the style of Lincoln, and he seemed to like the thick and sturdy feel.

Above, the accounts are written clearly and crisply, without ambiguity.

Mentos sorted it out in Lan En's mind at the same time, and after flipping through it, these things were completely arranged in Lan En's mind.

"Temeria's acceptance, but remember the later return gift. Erethusa can be used as it should be, there is nothing to give. The rest is back, and I don't want to get involved with other difficult guys. ”

Lincoln bowed slightly, as in war, responding to his own commands.

"I understand, the acknowledgment letter will be sent out in the afternoon, along with the bank account."

There is someone who is handy, and it can even be a pleasure to handle things.

Although Lan En is confident in his organizational skills, he is not out of the question, even if he puts together a group of people he has never met.

But Lincoln had been with him for a long time, and there were still a few big battles to go. This gave them a tacit understanding.

It took less than twenty minutes for Len to re-engage and regain control of his Knights.

Nothing that has happened in these months has weakened the connection between them in the slightest.

This kind of fastness even made Belengar, who was a layman in the military, unconsciously open his mouth next to him.

Although he is a layman, he also knows more or less how much effort it takes to master an army.

But between Lanne and the Knights of Ember, the process was more efficient than normal.

The desks and chairs in this tent can be seen to be specially made for Lan's size.

Lane sat down at his desk and began to further sort through the backlog of management documents that had accumulated during this time.

After all, the Knights of Ember are no longer the small-scale troops that fought guerrillas in Sintra at the beginning, and everything is fine just by maintaining their own existence.

The current Ember Knights are recognized by various countries, and even have a garrison castle, but they have not passed the high-level knights for the time being.

Although the name is 'Sintra Knights Sent Abroad', the material support and treatment given by Temeria to the Knights of Ashes are not available to most of the knights in the country.

Managing this order is equivalent to managing a large corporation with private property and private arms.

There will certainly be no less than that.

Lincoln, who was standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back, looked at the armed kitten on his adult's back with a little hesitation.

After pursing his lips tangledly, he turned his head and whispered outward.

Then there was a small bench, which Lincoln tentatively placed next to Ranne's large chair.

Sanhua Kitten looked down at the small bench, then at Lan En, who was working on the papers, and then slowly climbed down.

Big chairs, small benches, big people and small cats are really a very contrasting and eye-catching sight.

"Thanks, hello meow! My name is Flannel Ball, and I'm Lan's henchman! ”

The flannel ball looked up to Lincoln, who had brought it a chair, and introduced himself.

"You're all great warriors! But I'm also great! ”

Lincoln was stunned for a moment when he heard the cat speak, and then regained his composure.

"Good day, Lord Flannelball. I'm the Adult's Subordinate Commander, Lincoln. ”

"Meow. You don't have to be so formal, right? ”

Paired with the amount of calculations of Mentos, as well as the experience gained from the [Memory Deep Dive].

Ryan was working on what he thought was a 'very simple' document at breakneck speed.

Piles of papers are thinning at a scalp-tingling rate.

At the same time, Lan En is still focusing on two things.

"Lincoln, prepare a ring seal for me. I don't have to decide a lot of these things, you can handle them directly with the ring seal when the time comes. Combat effectiveness is important, but I don't think your potential should be used in combat alone. ”

"Yes, my lord."

"And."

After ordering something, Lan deliberately paused slightly, and the Emperor's son's emotional perception made him confirm that Lincoln was fully focused before continuing.

"Now because of my performance, it seems that the countries are interested in rediscovering the mutant knowledge of the witchers. This is bound to increase the number of victims in the operation. I deliberately lobbied the various schools of witchers to block this knowledge. ”

"But listening to Belengar, you seem to have a problem with this."

With the last document processed, Lan En crossed his hands on the desk and looked at his lieutenant silently.

"Tell me, what do you guys think?"

(End of chapter)