It has been three days since Major Fraser returned to the East Pruss area.

He had been in the barracks to compile what he had seen and heard in Transenia into a detailed and interesting report, which he presented to His Excellency King Louis in the far away capital as a major of the Pioneer Legion and heir to the Capetian family, as proof that the Ten Years' War had truly ended in Transnesia.

As a well-educated son of a nobleman, the Major's attainments in the art of writing needless to say, the first draft had been submitted to General Loren for review yesterday, and perhaps the results would be available today.

And just as the Major was carefully trimming his beard from his trip to Transnesia, General Loren's guards ran to call him to the General's office.

As last time, Major Fraser sorted out his gauge, and after confirming that everything was okay, he knocked on the door and walked into General Loren's office.

The general, half of the dwarven blood, sat in a chair with Major Fraser's report in his hand, but judging by the low expression on his serious cheeks, he was not satisfied with it.

Or rather, happy with the report itself.

But the half-dwarf was very, very unhappy about some of the facts that were hidden beneath the surface.

"Fraser, can you be sure that all the details in the report are absolutely true?"

The general put down his report, picked up his dwarven pipe, and asked in a serious tone.

The major's heart sank, and he immediately said in a deep voice:

"I can swear by the Capet's last name! All the details in the report are what I saw with my own eyes. ”

"And what about that subspace rift hidden beneath Cadman City?"

General Loren lit his pipe, he spat out the smoke ring, knocked on the table and asked:

"The three pieces of information you gave about the subspace rift are all speculation, and there is no actual evidence, right?"

"I explained it in detail later in that section of the report, General."

Major Fraser replied unhurriedly:

"The fact that the subspace rift that shouldn't have existed is that it was indeed caused by the Fallen Sallokdal, the mad Blood Vulture Patriarch who tried to create a midnight god who belonged to the Vampires, thus sacrificing most of the elite of the Blood Vulture Clan.

That's for sure.

However, the situation in Salokdal was clearly abnormal, and the new Grand Duke of Blood, Lady Tris, suspected that he had been deceived by some information from the outside world, and the old Fynoch Knight confirmed that it had something to do with some hidden forces.

These two guesses are personally biased towards true.

It's just about the last guess as to whether or not the Astral Rip Grand Technique that the Tower of the Ring triggered in Cadman City was a means of hiding the subspace rift

I have to admit, General, that speculation is too frightening and risky.

The new Archduke of the Vulture, Lady Trissy, and the Lord Murphy, Earl of Cadman, have both reminded me that if I want to be sure of my safety in the Plantagenet Kingdom, this piece of information should not be revealed.

Personally, I know the dangers involved.

But I feel that my king deserves first-hand information.

Even if I don't have any evidence to support my assertion that the emergence of that dangerous subspace rift has something to do with the Ring Tower, a psionic organization that now occupies an important position in our country. ”

"That's why I'm looking for you."

General Loren removed his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke that almost obscured his face.

He whispered:

"Once this report is handed in, it means that you will be noticed by the Tower of the Ring, and with the organization that calls itself 'Academy' but whose ambitions are becoming more and more important in the country, even if you are the heir of the Capet family, you cannot be sure that you will be safe.

So I advise you. Delete it! ”

"It can't be! Checkmate. ”

Major Fraser stood up straight, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Capetian family has been loyal to the royal family for generations, and I have a duty to my monarch! I must report to my monarch on all factors that might threaten the royal power. ”

"It can't be in the report, it's going to kill you!"

The half-dwarven general knocked the table, then jumped out of his chair and strode up to Major Fraser, looking up at him, and the general said:

"If your guess is wrong, then the Tower of the Ring will think you're slandering them, and the psionics' revenge will come directly and quickly; If your guess is correct, then the situation will only get worse.

You should be smart and take the suspicious part about the Ring Tower and rearrange it into a more formal report.

What I'm telling you is that I'm going to leave for the fog capital in three hours to report to the military headquarters on the next steps of the Pioneer Corps, and I'm going to have to talk to those fat-headed idiots about the defense of the impending black plague.

I guess that as a member of the old Praetorian Guard, I will definitely have a chance to meet our Majesty. ”

“！”

The major immediately understood what the general meant.

General Loren did not ask him to hide the truth, but to change his strategy, bringing the really dangerous information from the general himself to the fog and presenting it separately when he met with King Louis.

In this way, the danger to Major Fraser as a result of this report would be minimized.

And, at the same time, it won't spoil the value and interest of his outstanding "Ten Years War and the Expedition Report of the Transncian Vampire Vulture Clan".

It's the best of both worlds.

But it also moved Major Fraser's heart to the assistance that General Loren was willing to provide him, which was beyond the duty of his superiors and subordinates.

He nodded, acquiescing in the general's decision.

But then General Loren shook his head again, spat out a smoke ring, and suggested to Major Fraser:

"I have read your report, it is very good, it is detailed and not boring at all, it is as interesting as a fantasy documentary, and I am sure that our Majesty will enjoy it.

It's just that the name is too formal, and our Majesty was a well-known prodigal son of the Kingdom of Sealand in his youth, and he himself published a collection of poems under the pseudonym 'Lord Polis', and that one describes the overly lively life of an energetic young man with him as the protagonist.

Of course, the book could no longer be found in its original form.

I mean, if you want to be more appreciative of your majesty, you'll have to change your name. ”

The half-dwarf general waved his finger and made a suggestion to his subordinates as an elder.

Born in the old Praetorian Guard, he had been by King Louis' side for more than ten years, and he was well aware of some of the little habits of his young majesty.

So he thought for a moment and said to Major Fraser:

"Let's change it to 'Capet's Travels: Walking with the Vampire', and I believe that after Your Majesty praises your writing, your book will be a big seller in China. Maybe you can take the opportunity to mix up the name of a writer and get sought after by a group of literary and artistic young women. ”

"Ahh

The major was speechless for a moment.

He really didn't want to make the inspection report representing the end of the war that he had worked so hard to compile become a third-rate book, but General Loren had said so, what else could he do?

Don't change?

If you don't change it, you'll just wait to hit the streets!

This was what General Loren was about to say, so after he had finished speaking, Major Fraser was about to take his leave, but was called out to by the General.

"Wait, there's one more thing I need you to do, but don't alarm anyone else."

General Loren sat down on the couch in his office.

He took the dwarven pipe in his mouth, and unbuttoned the collar of his straight military uniform with some irritation, which meant that what the general was going to say and order next must have nothing to do with military affairs.

This half-dwarf is always very good at using these seemingly inconsequential small details to point out his own plans to those around him.

In the smoke, his brown eyes, the same color as the earth, stared at Major Frazier, and after nearly a few minutes of silence he spoke:

"Old Finock and I are old friends, and few people know about my friendship with him. It can't even be called friendship, after all, my mother, Baron Irena Frederick, was a devout Avalon before I was even born.

She had some in-laws with old Finnock's wife, so theoretically I was still related to the old knight.

But that's not the main reason why I became friends with him.

He was more than 170 years older than me, and even in the eyes of a dwarven family, he belonged to my elders, and I knew everything that happened to his family, and although he didn't tell me where he had gone and what he had done in the six years he had been missing, I believed in old Finok's character.

Now, the old bastard who taught me martial arts as a kid is dead.

He nominally gave the White Oak Warband to his unfilial daughter, but in reality he gave my last followers.

If nothing else, I'll do my best to accommodate these veterans.

They weren't at fault.

They were only implicated in the strange rebellion of the Church of Avalon, and His Majesty would also recognize their contribution to the kingdom during the Ten Years' War, and a single pardon would be enough to clear their identity.

However, now that there has been an accident, the Tower of the Ring may have something to do with the emergence of the subspace rift, and I and the entire Pioneer Legion may have been exploited by the gloomy and conservative psionics.

It's not sure if they actually did these things, but since they are suspicious, they can't let it go!

I've received word from the Tower of the Ring early this morning, and they'll be sending someone to pick up the remaining veterans of the White Oak Warband.

The psionics had good enough reasons to do so.

After all, veterans do get involved in matters related to subspace, and they must be taken seriously.

But as I think you know, in this situation, once the Tower of the Ring takes these veterans with them, it's unlikely that they'll come back alive.

And I'll leave the barracks in three hours."

General Loren closed his eyes a little tiredly.

He was about to make a decision that violated his military status, but he did not regret it, just rubbed the corners of his eyes and whispered:

"When the time comes, command will be handed over to the General Staff, and I will order that no soldier leave the fortress until I return! It's necessary! Because we're going to do an internal inventory to find out what the vampires are hiding in the Legion.

Therefore, no external forces can enter our barracks at this time!

No one! ”

"I see, General."

Major Fraser immediately understood.

But then, he whispered:

"I actually have a place to go for the remnants of the old religion, but I'm afraid that these stubborn witch hunters won't want to go. One of my juniors is serving as an archon in Transnesia, and I trust her in her belief in protecting her fellow human beings.

Even though the lord there is a vampire, from what I've seen of Lord Murphy, he will take in these poor people who have nowhere to go. ”

"Poor man?"

General Loren sneered and said:

"How can a group of bereaved dogs who will rebel in my barracks in three hours and flee shamelessly be pitiful? Perhaps because of the negligence of my officers, they were able to take away the necessary supplies, weapons, and horses, but that doesn't mean that we will forgive these rebels!

Unfortunately, the Pioneer Legion has suffered heavy losses in previous wars, and we are no longer able to pursue them, so we have to leave it to the psionists to hunt down these bastards. ”

"General!"

Major Fraser knew what his general was going to do.

This was completely beyond his expectations, and he thought that this matter would not make such a big fuss, so he said in surprise:

"You don't have to! Leave it to me, I can use the resources of the Capetian family to complete this without alerting anyone, you don't need to get involved! This will make the Tower of the Ring notice you."

"I'm just going to get them to notice me!"

The anger that had accumulated in the half-dwarf's heart finally exploded at this moment, and he almost roared:

"How dare those dogs take advantage of me! What do those bastards think of war? Is it a plasticine toy that they are left to play with? There is even a dangerous subspace involved! If it weren't for Old Finok to eliminate that threat at the cost of death, all of Transencia would no longer exist, and we would have lost a lot of money next to that hellish place!

Those bastards nearly buried my soldiers and my legions!

It's polite enough for me to teach them a little lesson, and if they really want to fight with me again, I'll gladly do it!

Let them come!

So that the entire continent can see whether the Ring Tower's psionic skills are superb, or the silver dwarves are more powerful than the earth priests! If they dare to jump again, in the name of Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, I will definitely tear down their bullshit white cliffs with my own hands!

A bunch of bastard stuff!

Whether it is deliberate or dereliction of duty, now that such a big incident has occurred, they must give me an explanation, and they must also give an explanation to Your Majesty and the country! ”

Amid the general's roar, Major Fraser remained silent.

He knew that General Loren's harsh words were not just incompetent rage, the silver dwarves behind this half-dwarven general were really not to mess with.

As one of the three dwarven races, the most skilled in psionic energy and beloved by Mother Earth, if the Tower of the Ring really angered them, it would be a matter of hours for the White Cliff headquarters to be destroyed by a sudden mega-earthquake.

Although General Loren rarely mentions his origins, as the heir to the Capetian family, Major Fraser actually knows the general's origins.

General Loren's own grandfather is the current supreme lord of the Silver Dwarves.

If it weren't for the very, very bad relationship between him and his grandfather, he would have been a "dwarven prince" by his size.

As for how General Loren's magical dwarven father hooked up with a baroness who was quite famous in the Kingdom of Sealand, and made Baroness Frederick willingly bear a child for him

Well, that's another story.

"Anyway, I'll leave this to you, Frazier."

General Loren had vented his anger and rebuttoned his collar, and he got up and said:

"Well done! When necessary, it is okay to see blood. ”

"Things won't come to this, don't worry, General."

Major Fraser replied in a deep voice.

After he left the General's office, he hurried back to his barracks and told his attendants to inform the Captain of Natalie's War to gather the witch hunters immediately, and then took out his Calculation Orb to secretly contact Miriam, only to be the first to pass on the Scarlet Archon's communication to him.

"Lord Fraser, I have a reluctant request for a drawing of the Hammer Guard you gifted me."

"Weapon making drawings or something, I'll talk about that later!"

Before Miriam could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Major Fraser, who told his junior in a brief tone what was about to happen:

"The matter of the subspace rift has been known to the Tower of the Ring, and they are now going to take away the witch hunters of the White Oak Warband in the name of 'intervening in the affairs of subspace', and the fate of these veterans by them can be imagined.

I'll arrange a 'rebellion' to give the witch hunters a chance to escape, but you're responsible for answering them!" ”

The major said in a deep voice:

"This is not only out of remembrance of the heroic contribution of the old Knight Finoke, but also because a man of high status does not want to see such a fate of a brave man who has dedicated his service to his country.

Help them, Miriam!

Report this to your lord at once, and I promise him the friendship of the Capetian family. ”

"Wait a minute."

Miriam's tone became serious, and a few seconds later, Murphy's voice rang out in the orb of communication, and he said:

"Time is holding down! Don't rush into action, it will take time for me to mobilize manpower here, let them out before evening, and we will meet them at the border of the Under Armour Hills. ”

"I don't want to hide the danger of this, Lord Murphy."

Major Fraser went to the window and looked out, and when he saw the carriage with the symbol of the Tower of the Ring appearing outside the barracks, he whispered:

"The Tower of the Ring is clearly menacing"

"That's a coincidence."

Murphy let out a low chuckle as he replied:

"The Vulture Clan is also desperate for a cordial conversation with the authors of an apocalypse that has brought us an apocalypse, while the 100,000 souls buried in the ruins are wailing for justice.

Your Excellency, don't worry about implicating the noble person behind you.

Because next.

It's a time for a 'personal vendetta' between us Night Nobles and the Tower of the Ring! ”

(End of chapter)