The restaurant fell silent, and Griffith suppressed the twitching of his mouth and wanted to change the topic. He hadn't yet found a decent way to say something that could both divert attention and take care of Alandel, who had made a mistake. Waves of embarrassment and anger had already flashed in the eyes of the officers of the Storm Squadron.
Alandel, who had gotten into trouble, picked up a cup of black tea and quietly stuck out her tongue.
Neferti, worried and without any appetite, took the opportunity to put down her knife and fork. She saw that with the dining table as the boundary, the unwelcome glances of Beyeland's army and navy were like long swords, crackling in the air.
The second lieutenant of the armored cavalry squad picked up a table knife and chopped into two ends an innocent weevil that emerged from the biscuit.
"Look, moth."
The second officer of the Birren Hill pulled out the dagger and put it on the table with a "snap" sound: "If Mr. Ensign is not used to eating weevils, I can find some black-headed maggots for you to try. They taste cool. It’s not as bitter as weevil. Of course, it’s not as chewy as Army’s pig food, oh sorry~ it’s not as chewy as Army’s bread.”
The sound of a sword sliding out of its scabbard and the click of a musket firing its hammer filled the air. Neferti moved her chair back slightly and thought to herself.
"Fight, fight~"
Alandel kicked Griffith's boots lightly under the table and winked at him. The beautiful big eyes are as lively as if they can talk.
"Do something~ I was wrong."
Griffith glanced at her, buttoned the opened gun bag, and pulled up his tie to speak.
"I heard that the Senate passed a bill banning the sale of pork, beef and mutton in the market three days a week." The clever artillery second lieutenant Senamon casually mentioned a recent news item.
"Why?" the army officers asked in surprise.
"By increasing the share of fish supply, more people will become fishermen and sailors," said the first mate of the Birren Hill. "When necessary, we can quickly recruit sailors."
"Recruitment is just about recruiting young men, tsk," asked an army officer. "Our army has abolished this bad habit for many years. I've seen their food, but it's not that good."
The first mate is a very dignified middle-aged man who looks much older than Alandel. He shook his head calmly:
"You must have never been to the Broken Sea and the Sea of Chaos in the East, and you have never seen the danger of the real sea.
"My people have led the exploration of the Grand Line since the past. Although their number is less than 3% of the total number of crew members, they are the core of maintaining discipline and operations.
"They lead hundreds of sailors with a daily salary of three silver francs, many of whom are gangsters caught on the streets of Nanjing. When you are with them, kindness, gentleness and equality are of no use. They will only make them despise you and move you. Having dirty thoughts.
"The reason why Brunhil is a powerful battleship, in addition to its powerful artillery, sealed objects, and sophisticated hull, is also due to our whips, discipline, and order."
The first mate slowly shook the coffee with a spoon:
"Domination is the backbone of battleships and sea-going ships. Only by making sailors aware of their status and responsibilities can the dignity of the commander be maintained. Majesty is also the source of discipline. Our sailors fear discipline more than they fear the enemy and the ocean. "
What the first mate said makes sense and is hard to argue with. However, this did not resolve the Army's anger. Instead, it made them feel slighted.
The unconvinced second lieutenant of the army almost growled: "Our swords have conquered countless peoples for Beyelan. Before you open up..."
"Crack, snap, snap, snap!"
Suddenly there was a rhythmic banging sound at the dining table. Griffith scooped two tablespoons of sugar into the small bowl he had just served and stirred vigorously with two chopsticks.
"What are you doing, knight?" Alandel asked curiously.
"Eat dessert, um~o(*￣▽￣*)o," Griffith ate a big spoonful with a satisfied look on his face, then used a small spoon to dot the round and translucent jelly-like sweets in the bowl, and said with a bulging belly, "Before I was drafted into the Kingdom's army, I had to fight with my sister because of this every summer. Oh, it's so smooth and delicious! Oh? Don't you all know? Desai, where is Desai?!"
The door to the officers' mess was immediately pushed open. Desai, the second-level team leader, walked in holding a big bowl.
"Report."
"Oh——! Come on, give it to everyone to try." Griffith said as he greeted, "Desai, let me introduce it to everyone."
Neferti looked at the second-level team leader who had killed several people in front of her during the day, walking over, and suddenly felt that the whole world was dark. Desai put down a large bowl of slime-like things with disgust in his eyes, stood upright by the dining table and said:
"I brought this from home after my vacation. A snack from Neopolis Island - water steamed buns. It is a summer snack made with arrowroot powder. Please mix it with sugar and eat it."
"Yes, yes!" Griffith moved the sugar bowl over, scooped out a few tablespoons and placed it on top of Alandel's portion.
The dense white sugar is piled up like a hill, making people who are not fond of sweets feel frightened.
"Are you sure this won't kill me?" Alandel tried not to cover her face.
"It tastes better this way! Add more sugar!" Griffith gave everyone a small bowl, quickly sat back on his chair, stared at the steamed buns and sighed. Feeling that he was still satisfied, he scooped another big spoonful into the sugar bowl, couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and drank it.
…
So sad……
After dinner and leaving the restaurant, Griffith followed his usual habit and began to patrol the battleship for tonight's camping site.
He ate an incredible amount of candy, and in the end he also ate Alaindel's share. As a thank you, the beautiful captain took the initiative to accompany him for a walk, but would not get close to the sailor.
The sailors and soldiers were eating.
Sea-going ships operating offshore and ocean-going ships that have just left port are relatively well-supplied. There are barrels of fresh fruits, vegetables, clean meat and cured meats, and the staple food is brown bread, biscuits and oatmeal porridge. Ordinary sailors could get several hundred grams of bread, biscuits and beans a day, meat twice a week, and sometimes fresh fruit.
Poor people on land cannot achieve this standard of living.
However, the sailors' dinner cannot be handled very carefully. While preparing the officers' meals, the cooks on the ship crumbled the bread or biscuits into a large pot, added a small amount of water, some fat, wine, bacon, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, beans and other ingredients, and cooked them. It turned into a pile of indescribable paste and distributed it to everyone.
The taste of this kind of chowder is not fixed, and it has nothing to do with the skill of the cooks. Whether it tastes good or not depends entirely on luck.
When Griffith passed by the dining sailors, he noticed that they were devouring their food, which seemed pretty good for young men who were born into poor families and did heavy physical work on the ship.
"Although it doesn't look good, it's not too bad." Griffith looked at the piles of sailors dining and whispered to the captain.
"This is the treatment of sailors in offshore operations," Alandel stroked her long hair blown by the evening breeze. "The lives of sailors on ocean-going ships who go to explore the depths of the Broken Sea and the Sea of Chaos are said to be extremely miserable. They are crowded in Sailing in a small and smelly cabin for several months, with extremely poor living conditions and food, can even make prisoners serving time in prison feel sympathy and regret. Ocean sailors are often short of manpower, so the authorities will send prisoners on board Go to hard labor. When the prisoners in the prison were put on the sea ships to work as sailors, many prisoners cried and said that they were not guilty enough!"
…
After returning to the cabin, Griffith continued to read the report. He looked at the timer every now and then.
Tonight he has an important visitor.
"Captain~" Lanzada knocked on the door three times and peered inside, "Can I come in and sit for a while?"
"Sure, come in, but you have to leave at nine o'clock."
After getting permission, the novice nun walked in briskly and sat down on the sofa next to the bookshelf to read quietly.
The sea outside the porthole window is immersed in darkness and silence. When the clouds dissipated, the moon hung in the sky again. The moon phase at this time is changing from waning to waxing, just as it was in the past. However, the moonlight tonight is tragically green.
The sound of the water gently lapping against the side of the ship is clear to my ears. The night is vast and the water surface is shaking slightly. They all seem to merge into the deep and vast sea, with an indescribable mystery and strangeness.
"What an ominous omen," Lanzada closed the book and looked at the porthole for a while. "I heard a legend from Odessa.
“On nights under the green moon, the great ship of the Land of the Dead appears out of the thick fog. It is a black warship, built from the fingernails and toenails of the dead, carrying an army of ghosts and skeletons. Those who have died unblessed. Mortals will become part of this terrifying giant ship."
"Well, how are you doing?"
It sounds like this thing is a high-level sealed object of the "death" path. Griffith casually responded to the trainee nun and continued writing the document at hand.
The Birren Hill was speeding towards Beyeland. Squadron members who haven't seen each other in a while will come to chat with their commander, which is common and very relaxing. Griffith couldn't help but long for his cabin.
Galadia is decorating it there, and it should be ready by the time I get back to Homemonworth~
As the first member of the entire squadron to get to know him, Griffith saved her life many times. Lanzada always enjoyed chatting with Griffith. She didn't care that the commander didn't answer her words and continued:
"Everything has been going well recently. Our losses were minimal when Count Lamore was in command. Ah, by the way, I'm not saying that the captain's command is not good!
"Gil always locked himself in his room in the past few days. If he didn't have a private room, he would lock himself in the bathroom and take half an hour to come out every time. I asked him what was wrong, but Gil ignored me. Desai said that men Everyone has their own little secret.
"Captain, what do you think? Kallen also thinks Jill is a little strange."
"Captain, what are you doing?"
Lanzada leaned over Griffith's desk to see the papers there.
"The death notice is sent to the family of Ferdinand who died today," Griffith sighed slightly, "I want to tell them what went wrong."
The face of the novice nun immediately became solemn. She drew a trace of holy light on her chest and whispered a blessing.
Griffith doesn't like the Holy Light, and neither do most of the other gods. In his eyes, these great beings are like hamster breeders, with nothing to say to him. Holy Light is even more responsible for Krista's tragedy!
Ever since the day when he commanded the cavalry and artillery in the square of Odessa to kill the soldiers and civilians of Odessa who had converted to foreign gods, and the blood flowed into rivers, and the cries shook the sky, Griffith's heart was like a Rubik's cube, being twisted. Turn it over and unfold patterns that were never seen before. The awe and reverence faded away, replaced by ruthlessness and determination.
Those aloof beings are certainly powerful, but they cannot be embodied in the real world. The power of believers means everything.
The church says that God is sublime and humans are ants and lambs.
in my opinion--
God, how many armies does God have?
"Lansada," Griffith said to the novice nun who was still fumbling around in her room, "you will get the wrong idea if you are in my room so late. The wardrobe here cannot be used. You hide."
The girl immediately blushed and ran towards the door without saying goodbye.
"Wait!" Griffith suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly stopped the trainee nun.
Lansada stopped at the door with hesitation on his face, ready to continue running away depending on the situation.
"There is a chance of admission to Homemon Watts. I can get a letter of recommendation from the most prestigious professor," Griffith put down the quill in his hand and said gently, "You are well-educated and have a noble character." With your character and outstanding rationality, everyone at Homemon Watts would be proud to study with you.”
Lanzada put away his worried expression and looked at the knight seriously: "Are you inviting me?"
"Of course," Griffith thought for a while and felt that what he said should be clear. "You have reached the age of school. There is no need to continue walking on dangerous battlefields."
"Thank you for your concern!" The girl covered her chest, her violet eyes filled with happiness, "However, I still hope to complete my tour. If there is a chance next fall, I hope to study here at Homemon Watts. ."
"Next year, that's not bad," Griffith nodded with satisfaction, "Next year I will try to arrange for Desai to join, and you will be classmates with my sister."
"That's perfect!" Lanzada jumped slightly happily, "By the way, Mr. Knight, I have a request."
"What is it?"
"I heard that you have a territory in Verona. The recent military merit rewards may grant more land and people. But you are too busy with your studies and official duties to take care of it. I want to go there for a tour and learn about the villages and villages of Verona. town."
That couldn't be better! Griffith mentally agreed. His fiefdom, Ravenel Manor, is currently employing Roland's people to manage it. The specific situation is unknown. It would be very beneficial if a careful person like Lanzada could investigate.
"My territory welcomes you at any time, Miss Trainee Sister," Griffith smiled and nodded, then picked up his pen and quickly drafted a letter of introduction, "You can contact these people to arrange Itinerary. However, the situation in Verona is unstable and it would be dangerous for you to be alone. I arranged for Paxiu to accompany you.
"I look forward to your investigative report."
