"Everyone, please listen to me. The leader of the guerrillas, Bozhuokasi, attacked this place. Our hunting troops were no longer strong against the enemy, and the tribesmen suffered heavy losses.
And my dear uncle stepped forward bravely and used his precious life to buy us precious retreat time. He is a 'hero'! "
Time seemed to turn to the past, and when the other party called his father a hero, Xiboril's voice resounded in the small mine.
The adjutant finally died, but his eyes were wide open, but he refused to close his eyes.
In the very distant sky, Wu Ke was stunned. He had no idea that he, who pretended to leave, but actually stayed secretly to observe the other party's next behavior, would see this sudden family ethics drama murder, and the murder of Bozhuoka. This is a frame-up case of putting a shit basin on the old man's head.
For a moment, he was a little confused about whether he should go back and argue with Xiboril, such as telling her not to pick up other people's shit basins, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't do it after all.
The remaining wolf cavalry forged traces of small-scale team battles in small mines, then buried the bodies and began to return.
. . . .
Two days later.
"Hibril, you let me down."
In a building built like a palace, a man with grizzly ears sat on the main seat. He looked at the ensign kneeling in front of him and said words of disappointment, but his face was as calm as lake water. Generally calm.
"I'm very sorry, Lord Viscount Normans. I don't want to defend myself. Failure is failure. Please punish me."
After Lieutenant Luper finished speaking, he lowered his head and remained silent, as if he really didn't want to say anything to defend his failure. Silence was better than sound at this time.
Normans sighed: "Forget it, Bodrokasti is a character after all. It's normal for you to not be your opponent when you meet him head-on."
After a pause, the viscount continued: "I am very sorry for the death of your uncle Cyrex."
"My uncle, no, Cyrex, he just fulfilled his duties faithfully and fulfilled his responsibilities as a soldier."
Xiboril's face showed a little sadness, but there was also a look of relief. The veteran opera actor was not as realistic as her, but she vividly played the posture of a leader of the tribe who was in a complicated state of mind.
"I will call the military department to distribute the pensions for those who died heroically as soon as possible. In addition, I will ask the steward to withdraw some money from the treasury, just as my personal respect for the loyal soldiers of your clan."
"Lord Viscount, on behalf of my people, I would like to thank you for your kindness, thank you."
Xiboril looked grateful.
Normans nodded. He was very satisfied with the effect of winning people's hearts, but he continued: "But Xiboril, I don't have much time here for you to be sad. I have a new task to give you."
"Did something happen?"
Hyboril asked.
"In the Angmar area, a batch of important supplies was robbed."
Viscount Normans said.
"Are you referring to the batch of medicines given to infected soldiers?"
Xiboril understood in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"Yes, I don't know which daring and stupid thief actually dared to take action on this batch of supplies."
"Have you not found the murderer?"
"No, the person who did it was very clean. If it hadn't been for the docking time and the escort team hadn't arrived.
The noncommissioned officer in charge of this incident followed the transportation route and found the buried bodies of all members of the escort team. I am afraid that this incident will be covered up in the white snow and frozen soil as if nothing happened.
Hyboril, I need your investigative skills. "
"With all due respect, Lord Viscount, I am afraid that I am not capable enough."
"Um?"
Viscount Normans frowned. He had just forgiven the other party's failure and was prepared to pay him out of his own pocket. This guy actually gave up on him?
Normans felt dissatisfied.
"Excuse me, what I'm saying is that even if we find the prisoners, we probably won't be able to get the supplies back from them."
"What do you mean, you know who the prisoner is?"
Normans narrowed his eyes.
"It is not difficult to surmise that what was lost were important medical supplies for the army, and the escort team that escorted that batch of supplies should be elite, and the transportation route should be extremely secretive.
I'm afraid there aren't many forces in the north who can accurately know the transportation route, intercept it, and cleanly eliminate the escort team that robbed the supplies.
At least, if I were to do it myself without dispatching the eight hundred wolf cavalry under my command, I might not be able to do this even if I know the transportation route.
And once too many people are mobilized, it is very difficult to avoid being noticed in the Angmar area.
Therefore, the scope of identification of criminals who robbed materials is determined. Under the premise of knowing the precise transportation route, anyone who meets one of the following two conditions is most likely to be a prisoner:
First, there is an armed group that has a very small number of people, but its individual combat effectiveness is so strong that not even a single member of the escort team can escape.
Second, there are a lot of people, but you can hide the traces of the actions of a large number of armed forces in the Angmar area so that even you, Lord Viscount, cannot discover the force. "
After a pause, Xiboril continued.
"And no matter what type of prisoner he is, it's not something I can solve."
Viscount Normans understood, he realized.
"Those damn old parties are still hiding in the dark and working against the empire!"
He gritted his teeth.
"Please forgive me."
Xiboril lowered her head and said that she couldn't catch the thief, with a look of guilt on her face, which was just like the real thing, but she was telling the truth.
After all, who can catch the culprit who really robbed the goods, the boy who looks like a monster?
If she is given a hundred-man internal guard, she can still talk, and the premise is that the other party does not fly away and escape...
When an individual's strength reaches a quality level, it becomes a delusion to rely on quantity to win.
Once, when she saw the powerful strength of the Royal Guards for the first time, she felt like she couldn't defeat them even if she tried everything she had.
But now, when facing that monster-like boy, she felt the same as before, and even this feeling was stronger than before.
"All right."
Normans gave up the idea of retrieving supplies, and the new faction in the north could not completely overwhelm the old party.
It is impossible to get assistance from the central part of the empire. Now the remaining old party is also a person who has taken refuge in His Majesty the Emperor. It is the existence that restricts the aristocratic power of the new party in the new regime.
The old and new parties in various regions can only fight secretly, but it is not allowed to bring the fight to the surface. Without conclusive evidence of catching the rapist on the spot, the supplies were taken away, and he could only swallow this. Dark loss.
However, this is also because he did not pay for the supplies. After they were lost, his losses were not big. At most, he would be punished by the officials above.
But for him, as a noble with real power in the north, this kind of punishment was neither painful nor itchy. It only caused him to lose some face.
The only troublesome thing is...
"Xibolier, this matter must be explained after all, because the decentralization of this batch of materials was led by the people above. I need to have a reasonable and clear explanation for this."
"You need me to find a scapegoat?"
"It's a prisoner."
Viscount Normans corrected her.
"But supplies..."
"The supplies don't matter." Viscount Normans interrupted: "All you need to explain is that when the supplies were taken back, they were destroyed by the thieves... It should be possible to find such an excuse and forge such evidence. Just something simple.”
"This is not a big problem, but it may require some things, such as the same materials, not all of them, but at least a small part that can be used to top up the number, but if you don't want to be true, this is okay no."
Hiboril answered.
"Um……"
Viscount Normans pondered for a while and decided to say: "Then let's do this according to real standards. I will ask Wesker to cooperate with you and give you the power to mobilize some supplies, but the premise is that you need to ensure that things are done properly. Beautifully done.”
"I promise that I will never live up to your expectations, sir."
"That's good."
Viscount Normans was satisfied.
"Wait a minute, you come with me to greet you."
"Welcome, welcome what?"
Xiboril looked puzzled.
"The people above are the ones who take the lead in distributing more medical supplies to the army and even to the infected people in the mines!"
"Mine?"
Normans shrugged: "That's just a little girl who is too naive and has never seen much of the world. She wants to show kindness, just like a lady who distributes relief food to refugees."
"Uh, sir, what you are saying is that this is how the important supplies that were lost and stolen actually came from?"
"Of course. In addition to finding the 'prisoner' and giving me an explanation that can explain the past, your mission is to coax the people who are coming for me."
Viscount Normans said seriously.
The corners of Xiboril's eyes twitched: "May I ask, Lord Viscount, what is that person's background that actually requires you to treat him with such care?"
"Daughter of the Duke of Cosiche."
"Duke Cosiche, that's not..."
Xiboril's eyes suddenly opened wide.
"Yes, one of the small group of people who stand at the pinnacle of the empire's power and can influence the direction of this country.
The famous great man, the Duke of Ursus, the immortal black snake, Cosiche.
Although the person who came was just his adopted daughter, she was cultivated as an heir.
In the face of such a person, even if she is a pig, we must give ourselves great respect for the power represented by the Duke behind him.
At least, to the extent that you can't be rude on the surface. "
. . . .
In the windy and snowy sky, Wu Ke saw several snow-covered military vehicles driving into the city and arriving straight in front of the Viscount's mansion.
A group of soldiers got out of the car and were wearing different uniforms from the Northern Army, but they should also be in Ursus uniforms.
Viscount Normans and Hibberil were already waiting at the door, and the guards of the Viscount's Mansion had already lined up here to welcome the arrival.
"Hail to the Duke of Cosiche, and to the beautiful Miss Tallulah."
"Your Excellency, Viscount Normans, I am not here to listen to some useless compliments. You can just call me by my military rank.
I hope to hear a reasonable explanation from you as to why the medical supplies that I negotiated so hard were accidentally snatched away when they arrived here? "
The person who walked in front of Viscount Normans was very tall, but compared to a woman, the other person's face was a bit childish, so it would be more appropriate to say that she was a girl.
A girl wearing a straight military uniform has a somewhat heroic temperament, but the posture she is making now is very aggressive.
"Accidents always happen everywhere. Your Excellency, Major Tallulah, you can't guarantee that every material transportation of the army will not be attacked by villains, can you?"
"Of course, this is what happened in my territory after all, and I have to express my apology for it.
This is Second Lieutenant Xiboril. In terms of investigation methods, he is one of the best in the army I lead.
She will take charge of this matter and find out the real culprit! "
Tallulah looked at the female second lieutenant, while Xiboril puffed out his chest and raised his head. While accepting the other person's scrutiny, he was also quietly observing the person opposite.
Silver hair, gray pupils, the black horns on the top of his head are straight and slender, and the tail behind him is dark in color, but it is not very thick, and has a subtle and slender feeling.
[Is this the rumored Drake? 】
(Drake: Dragon of the West)
Xiboril, who has lived in the North for many years, has never seen the owner of this bloodline with her own eyes before, but she knows that this bloodline is higher than other bloodlines.
Anyone with a superior bloodline, whether it is talent in the Origin Stone or physical talent, will always be higher than people of ordinary races.
This is a person born in a high position.
"I also want to join the investigation to find the prisoner."
Tallulah said with narrowed eyes.
"this……"
Faced with Tallulah's words, Viscount Normans was a little embarrassed.
"is there a problem?"
Tallulah frowned and looked over with sharp eyes.
She had seen more than one case of pretending to be robbed but actually reselling supplies.
Therefore, she had reason to suspect that the noble in front of her was someone who might do such a thing.
"Of course I don't have a problem personally, but you always have to listen to the opinions of experts on this kind of thing. After all, it is common for laypeople to step in and interfere, but it ends up being detrimental to the situation."
As Viscount Normans spoke, he looked at Xibolier with questioning eyes.
"Second Lieutenant, do you think my joining will cause you any problems?"
Tallulah also turned her sharp gaze to Xiboril. Her sharp eyes were as if she were staring at a prisoner, although Xiboril was indeed one of the accomplices.
"..."
Xiboril only felt that he was in a difficult position. Although it was only the first time he met the Duke's daughter opposite him, it could be seen from the other party's conversation that she was not an easy character to get along with.
Facing the two eyes looking at him, Xiboril could only reply with a pun: "No problem, I will find the prisoner!"
