It was luck and misfortune that the people in the garrison failed to see the battle between the most evil caster in Xinken Land and the most unknown priest - or a one-sided battle.

When a third person appeared in the room, the atmosphere of squandering and laughing that had previously existed between Winters and Kaman disappeared instantly.

Kaman slowly stepped back and quietly gave up the most central area of ​​the room, causing everyone's eyes to refocus on Winters.

Kaman himself stood with a presence but not a stolen look like every competent confessor.

Winters was stunned for a moment, then cooperated to walk towards the clothes hanger, calmly putting on his top back.

The office, which originally belonged to Major Shandell, suddenly fell into abnormal silence, and could only hear the rustling sound of wearing clothes.

Angelo, who broke through the door, scratched the back of his head, not knowing whether to turn around and leave or ask for instructions.

He looked pitifully at Father Kaman, but the priest looked at his nose, his nose, his mouth, and his heart, and his expression was as calm and peaceful as a marble sculpture.

Angelu looked at Pierre again, but Pierre's attention was completely attracted by the terrifying large bruises on Montanebomin's chest and shoulders.

Just as someone was wandering around, some were anxious, and some were racking their brains to think about how to end, another ping-pong noise came from the corridor.

"Your Excellency! Hold on!"

The iconic broken gong's throat made people's eardrums hurt, and the screamers seemed to be afraid that someone would not know that something had happened on the second floor.

Hou Del held a terrifying shotgun with a short gun, brutally squeezed through the other people blocking the door, and rushed into the office in a hurry: "I'm here!"

At the same time, Pierre, who was standing beside him, silently put away his saber.

Hou Deer, who had stepped into the office, was about to shout "Where is the assassin?" suddenly he felt that the atmosphere was very strange, as if he had entered the ulterior motives of the ceremony and suddenly froze.

However, his reckless actions gave this small storm a chance to end.

Winters, who meticulously buttoned the last button, glanced at Houdel with no anger.

"That..." Houdel swallowed his saliva, raised his hand in panic and saluted, his voice as weak as a mosquito flapping his wings: "Your Excellency, if you're fine, I'll step down..."

Winters nodded with a very small amplitude.

Hou Deer was granted a general amnesty and saluted quickly, shrank his neck, bent over, and exited the room in shame.

When Houdeer left, the others left one after another. The corridor, which was originally crowded, was quickly cleared out.

Pierre saluted the lord, nodded slightly to Father Kaman, and prepared to leave with the others.

But a majestic and cold voice came from behind: "Mr. Mitchell, please stay."

Angelu, who was at the end, cast a concerned look at Pierre, but he could only follow the others and exit the office.

The door was closed again, leaving only Pierre, Carman and Winters in the office.

Pierre turned around carefully and aimed at the Baomin Officer, but found that the latter's previous frosty expression melted away the ice and snow, and he returned to his former free and easy and casualness.

While making a sigh, Winters spread the weight of his body onto the armchair, as if he was an elderly man with stiff joints and difficulty moving.

When the whole set of movements was finally completed, he exhaled a long and satisfied breath.

Kaman next to him looked straight without looking sideways, standing upright as if he had seen nothing.

However, even though the priest's attitude was respectful and obedient, Winters still sensitively sensed the contempt and contempt that someone exuded invisibly.

He protested angrily: "This is a natural reaction, Father."

"The body is just a cage of the soul, and pain is nothing more than your hallucination." Kaman replied politely: "Your Excellency."

If we continue to discuss this topic, we may trigger another "debate".

Fortunately, Winters has learned how to deal with Kaman, which is not to engage in meaningless words with him in the field that Kaman is good at.

So instead of taking Kaman's words, he raised his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of the clothes, raised his chin and pointed to the chair in front of him, and asked Pierre casually: "What are you doing while standing? Come and sit."

Pierre sat down carefully opposite the politician, and only put half of his butt on the chair. Seeing this, Winters raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Bithal Horn of Artemis Diocese has an appointment with me." Seeing that Winters and Pierre were going to talk about serious things, Kaman found an excuse to leave at the right time: "Please allow me to surrender first."

Winters nodded slightly, after thinking, he smiled and said to Carman: "Please convey your gratitude to Bishop Horn and tell him that I am very grateful to him for coming out to appease the church members in the city. If the time is right, I will come to thank you in person."

Kaman frowned slightly, glanced at Winters suspiciously, and nodded reluctantly: "I will convey it."

After saying that, Kaman nodded to Pierre again and turned to leave the room.

During the whole process, Pierre keenly felt that Father Kaman's gaze had stayed on him for an additional moment.

The priest's eyes were like a potter who was looking for a crack around the water jar, which inevitably made Pierre feel a little uncomfortable.

However, the Wolf Town Priest had a strong relationship with the Mitchell family, so Pierre temporarily interpreted Father Kaman's examination as concern from his old friends.

Winters watched Carman out, then looked at Pierre and said humorously: "Come on, give me some good news. I have heard enough complaints these days."

Pierre came to his senses and sat upright immediately.

He solemnly placed the package that Wahika gave him on the table, untied the ropes neatly, and slowly took out a key from it.

Next is the second and third...

Finally, a total of seven keys were carefully placed in front of Winters.

The seven keys have different materials and sizes. Some have silver-shaped and gold-shaped skins, while others are at best just a twisted iron bar. It takes a considerable level of understanding to recognize it as a key.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pierre proudly explained the origin of the key: "Changbow Bay, Fuqing Harbor, Ice Valley... Wherever your flags go, the towns in Vorne County fell in sight, and all voluntarily offered the "city key" to show their surrender."

The next moment, Pierre saw the Blood Wolf take out a huge, heavy iron ring from the drawer.

Above the iron ring, there are all kinds of keys.

"Sometimes, I'm really curious." Winters frowned and put the seven keys on the table on the iron ring: "How many of these so-called city gate keys can actually open a certain door."

"I'm afraid there is not a single one." Pierre carefully hid his loss and asked with a smile: "There are no cities in each town, so how can he use the key?"

Winters noticed the barrenness in Pierre's smile, and suddenly realized that what was placed in front of him was not only the seven keys, but also the result of Pierre's hard work and hard work.

He wanted to pat Pierre on the shoulder like his brother and say a few words of encouragement. But unfortunately, he was not good at that kind of warm communication method.

He lifted the iron ring, and the keys of all sizes jingled, and asked with a smile: "Since you don't need a key, how could it become like this?"

"Because they heard that any town you captured can be protected from looting and blackmail if you give the city gate keys." Pierre pointed to the thick and long twisted iron bar: "So, even Fuqing Port, which does not even have a city gate, has also made a 'city gate key' for you on the day of my 'visit'."

"Oh?" Winters became interested and picked out the twisted iron bar representing Fuqing Port: "Is this one?"

"Yes." Pierre couldn't bear the smile: "When he handed it to me, he even had the warmth."

Winters looked at the uneven surface of the key: "They wouldn't have been robbed or blackmailed."

"But they don't believe it." Pierre replied calmly: "They would rather believe that you are a 'blood wolf', keen on asking for the keys of the city gate to show authority, and they can avoid misfortune as long as they obey you. Instead of making them anxious, why not follow their imaginations and make them secretly happy?"

Winters only thought Pierre’s idea interesting, but he had to ask Pierre seriously: “There is no way to be a blood wolf, but there is a choice to pretend to be a blood wolf?”

"I think it should go further." Pierre gritted his teeth and answered honestly: "It is better to become a blood wolf than to be misunderstood. The people of Xinkendi are used to the rule of the legion, to be treated rudely and arrogantly, and to be too kind, and will only backfire."

The office fell into tranquility.

Winters thought for a while and said, "It sounds like something Andrea Chelini can say."

Pierre held his knees with his hands and lowered his head.

"What are you doing when you bow your head?" Winters laughed in silence: "I think of going with the official Chelinibomin - this is not a derogatory evaluation."

As if he had made up a great determination, Pierre raised his head, looked at the Blood Wolf, and said in a low voice: "Grand, on my way to the garrison, every 'appointed officer' showed an inexplicable urgency. At first, I thought they were eager to see you. But in the end, I realized that it was not imperative, it was anxiety and panic... they were afraid."

Winters held up his jaw and asked quietly: "What are you afraid of?"

Pierre pursed his lips: "Fear of peace."

This answer made the room quiet again.

This time without Winters asking, Pierre himself broke his silence: "The town can change its flag, the soldiers can go home, and the officers in leather boots can be accepted again. But the commissioned officers - veterans who have followed you from the beginning, have no way out. If one day we lose, they will lose everything."

As if he was about to finish before Winters spoke, Pierre spoke quickly: "Please believe me, each of them is willing to fight for you until the last moment - they have never even had the idea of ​​betrayal. It is because of this, because they are no longer nothing, and because they will never betray you, the failure of the ending makes them even more desperate. Even if they just imagine that possibility will make them shudder."

"Your Excellency, Centurion, Brother Montane..." Pierre tried his best to keep his restrainedness and said word by word: "Your most loyal subordinates are gradually beginning to feel pessimistic about the future."

"Why?"

"Because they don't know if that's the end." Pierre stared at the Blood Wolf, his voice trembling, and repeated: "Is this our end?"

Winters looked at Pierre with a look of relief and helplessness on his face.

He stood up on the table, called Pierre with a shocked look to the window, pointed at the Iron County soldiers outside, grabbed Pierre's shoulder, and asked, "Do you feel the hostility of them - your comrades - towards your subordinates?"

Pierre didn't know why the guru asked this, so he stood there for a while and replied: "I feel it."

"The same is true for friendly forces." Winters patted Pierre's back and took the latter back to his seat: "If we continue to ask for it in greed, the next war will begin soon."

Pierre, sitting in the chair, clenched his fists and lowered his head. When he looked up again, flames burned in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Isn't that better? It's a good opportunity for us to acquire all the new land."

Winters walked towards the chest of drawers in the corner of the room, as if he had not understood Pierre's explicit instructions at all, and asked casually: "What?"

Pierre was stunned: "I...I don't understand..."

Winters, who had returned from the chest of drawers, held a bottle and two cups in his hand. He poured Pierre a little of Major Shandell's treasures, leaned against the desk, looked down at Pierre: "I ask you, take all the new land-and what?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pierre was furious when he was cut by the blood wolf's eyes that seemed to be able to see the hearts of the people. He endured the discomfort and replied with his head raised: "Then the Kings Castle! Then the Jiangbei Province! Then the Senas Alliance!"

"I'm not making you decide." Winters couldn't help laughing and put the cup into Pierre's hand: "I'm asking you more practical questions."

Winters leaned against his desk, tapped the table lightly, asking one sentence after another: "How many casualties do you plan to endure to annihilate the troops of the three counties? If the three counties are unwilling to surrender, how many troops do you plan to invest in the siege? After annihilation of the troops of the three counties and taking all the new land, how long do you think we will fully digest the results..."

"In any case, there will be no better time than now!" Pierre clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red, and he answered resolutely: "Since we will fight with the Xinkendi Legion, the sooner the fight, the better. If there is no blood today, the blood will flow into a river tomorrow."

"I haven't finished asking." Winters waited until Pierre finished speaking before asking the last question.

He looked Pierre in the eyes and asked, "If another civil war broke out in the new land, when it ended, can we still have enough strength to deal with threats from outside?"

"External threat." Pierre was stunned at first, and then fell into unprecedented anxiety. He asked in confusion and grief: "Your Excellency! There are no soldiers available for the Kings Castles! What are you worried about? Have you forgotten your promise?"

Winters put his hand on Pierre's shoulder and waited patiently for Pierre to calm down.

"Pierre." Winters turned all the expectations into one sentence: "Open your eyes and look to the long term."
Chapter completed!