"Alan, do you think I'm blind? This is a magic weapon. With that little budget, you can only configure one at most. But you obviously have two here, so let me ask you, the military expenditure for one more is overflowing." How did you fill it? With your own money? You are cheating, serious cheating!" Weber shouted excitedly, pointing his finger at Alan's nose.
This is really abominable, how could this side boy of Beth Kede cheat so openly. If Windsor Bello also acquiesces in this way, then I should also give it to the two captains. No, all soldiers are equipped with magical weapons! Weber thought excitedly.
Allen's gaze fell on Weber's finger pointing at him: "If you don't take it away again, I'll cut it off."
He patted his fangs, which were wrapped in strips of gray cloth.
Weber remembered that when Allen tried the knife that day, he cut seven or eight iron dolls to pieces. He asked himself that his fingers were not as hard as the puppet, and quickly retracted, causing the soldiers behind Alan to burst into laughter.
Weber blushed, and every laugh from the soldier was like a slap in the face. Just as he was about to have an attack, Windsor Bello's voice sounded behind him: "What's going on?"
Windsor Bello slightly lowered his military cap, his voice was a little cold. Weber turned around and loudly told the Marshal about his suspicions. After he finished speaking, Windsor Bello said "Oh", and then said: "If you have nothing else to do, hurry up and get on the spaceship. It will take at least five hours to go to the third district."
"Marshal Windsor Bellow, is this the way to go? How can you favor this kid!" The Weber lost his words in a hurry, and was startled when he finished speaking.
Windsor Bello's purple hair was raised without wind, and then slowly fell. She raised her head slightly, looked down at Weber with eyes like ice flakes, and said with a sneer, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch you just now, are you saying I'm partial?"
"I, I..." Weber was speechless.
"I have read the list of military expenditures sent by the two of you. The Fanweni family also counted their capital this time and paid a lower price than the market. No, basically sell the weapon to you at the cost price, Master Weber. If not Seeing that the Fanweni family has saved part of our Sirius military expenditure, do you think I will really admit that so-called list?" Windsor Bello leaned forward slightly, and said with sharp eyes as if trying to gouge out Weber's eyes: "At least, Alan is much clearer than you in terms of military expenditures. All expenses are clear and there is no water. As for his magic weapon, you still don't allow him to buy weapon parts by himself. Can't process and manufacture the Rubik's cube sequence?"
"As I said, this assessment is to test your overall level. The design and production of the Rubik's Cube sequence is one of Allen's strengths. Of course, it can be applied in this assessment. Or do you question my fairness? ?”
"No, Marshal, you must be right."
"Then stop talking nonsense and quickly lead your team to the spaceship." Windsor Bello straightened her body, folded her arms around her chest, and looked at Weber sternly like a high-ranking queen.
Under her power, Weber could no longer have any thoughts of protest, and led his team onto the lifting deck of a raptor-like guard in a desperate manner. It wasn't until he sat in the spaceship's chair that Weber realized it. He murmured, "The Rubik's Cube Sequence? He can actually complete all the production/production processes of the sequence by himself?"
look out the window
With zero snowflakes, Weber couldn't help but shrink back, feeling that this winter was extraordinarily bleak.
An hour after the Raptor frigate flew out of the port, the news that Alan was able to independently produce/make low-level sequences has been grasped by countless people. And if this news is indirectly admitted by Windsor Bello, naturally no one will question Marshal Tanlang's gaze. Anyone who is familiar with her knows that Windsor Bello loves money, but it is far from being able to be bribed to spread false news.
After hearing the news, some caring people quietly increased the danger level of Bethkind in their hearts. In Bethkind, Allen's family status has been overstated. With the news of Windsor Bello, even if Allen is not a student of the Marshal, the Presbyterian Council will pass the proposal to add him to the successor sequence. A talent who can make/make sequences, even if Alan's achievement is only a technician, it is impossible for Bethkind to push him out, and he will be cultivated as a core member.
What's more, with the talent Allen showed before, it is obvious that his achievements will not stop here!
"Father, are you looking for me?"
When Arthur walked into Hedrick's studio, he saw a torn painting scattered on the ground. Hedrick stood by the window with his hands behind his back, and at the feet behind him was a broken paintbrush, a color palette that had been trampled into pieces. As for the colors in the color palette, they are naturally splashed all over the floor, spewing out abstract color blocks on the studio floor.
Hedrick didn't look back, and said softly: "Just got the news, that kid Allen has been admitted by Windsor Bello himself. He...he has the ability to make/make a Rubik's cube sequence."
Arthur's whole body was shaken as if he had been hit by a bullet, and his eyes behind the glasses burst into sharp light. He took a few breaths in a row before he regained his composure.
"The last time you were in the Venus Hotel, how was your contact with him?"
"Not too good, he is very wary of me." Arthur said.
Hedrick nodded and said: "Of course, it would be a headache if he showed no wariness towards you. Arthur, do you have confidence?"
"Where do you need my confidence?"
Hedrick turned around sharply: "If it was before getting this news, I hope you can kill him after getting close to him. Not now, Alan is a huge fortune, and I hope that this fortune can be controlled in In my hand!"
"I'll do my best." Arthur bowed.
Hedrick nodded and said, "Go ahead and do it, as long as Alan is used by me, you can do whatever you want. There is no upper limit on funding for this task!"
"You are so generous." Arthur showed a signature smile and exited the studio.
Walking along the corridor, he stopped in front of a stained glass window. Arthur looked out at the snow dancing world and said softly: "Maybe you are too confident, father. Alan will be able to stay on the leash A loyal dog? I think you are playing with fire."
He shrugged and murmured: "But what does it matter to me? I will still follow your instructions. After all, being his friend is a good thing for me, isn't it?"
"Master Arthur." A soft cry sounded at the turning point, and in the shadow of the bend in the corridor, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stood with her hands behind her back.
"How is it, Nana?"
"Our people are ready and the spaceship is on standby
, ready to go. "The girl named Nana said respectfully.
Arthur nodded: "So, has the news I appointed spread out?"
"Everything has been done as you ordered."
"Well done, Nana. Remember not to let anyone know that we put the news out."
"Of course not, I have already done the necessary treatment."
"Okay, then let's go to the third district and see if my brother needs help." Arthur snapped his fingers and walked straight forward.
The girl accompanied him, and the two walked away in the corridor.
At 3:00 p.m., the Raptor frigate arrived at the official airport in the third area on the surface. After landing, the two teams were picked up by a military truck. At about 8 o'clock in the evening, the military truck stopped at the bank of a large lake called Swan Lake. The two teams got out of the car and set up camp by the lake using the camp tents provided by the car. It is said that in spring, there will be a large group of swans in this bay, hence the name.
But now, the lake is frozen, even half a swan would never want to see it.
Walking southeast along the shore of Swan Lake, you will enter an unnamed virgin forest. Wilton Mountain is located in the depths of the forest. The mountain roads there are complex, and there is a natural barrier like a virgin forest, so that the armed bandits who call themselves Holy Disarmament have been haunted for almost two years, but they are still alive and well.
Allen and the others will spend the night by Swan Lake tonight, and they will go to Wilton Mountain to suppress bandits tomorrow.
After a brief dinner, Allen walked out of the camp. From a distance, in the open space on the other side, Weber was practicing his sword. The young master of Fan Weini's family held a long sword and danced imperceptibly, with cold light flickering, and the sword was strong, but he was quite talented. Occasionally, when the sword pauses, you can see a few beautiful lines on the sword body, obviously this is a magic weapon.
Hearing footsteps, Weber stopped. Seeing that it was Allen, he frowned and said, "What's the matter with you?"
"I think we should talk about attacking Wilton Hills," Allen said.
"What are you talking about?" Weber shook his head and said, "Now that we are in a competitive relationship, I don't think there is anything to talk about. Are you going to play me around and figure out my strategic plan?"
Allen spread his hands and smiled: "It seems that we really have nothing to talk about. But Weber, it's true that we are in a competitive relationship, but tomorrow will also be a real battle. Maybe we can compete in some ways while competing. Cooperation. Isn’t communication and cooperation also one of the marshal’s ability to assess us?”
"Let's put it this way, Alan, I have absolute confidence in myself." Weber raised his sword and smiled, "So I don't think it's necessary to cooperate with you, what do you think?"
"I think I'll have to go back to sleep now, so wish us luck with each other, good night." Allen smiled and said goodbye.
The next day, the two teams broke camp and left. The truck stayed by the lake and waited for them to return. As for where Windsor Bello went and how he would observe their entire actual combat process, no one knew. After a whole day of trekking, when night finally fell, Allen saw the Wilton Mountains, the rolling mountains leaving a dark silhouette in the distant night sky.
On the southwest side of the silhouette, there is a faint flame, which should be the stronghold of the Holy Disarmament!
(end of this chapter)