"Allen, do you think I'm blind? This is a magical weapon. With that little bit of money, you can only equip one at most. But you obviously have two here. Then let me ask you, how are you going to make up for the overflow of military expenses? With your own money? You're cheating, serious cheating! "Weber excitedly pointed his finger at Allen's nose and shouted.
This was too hateful. How could this Bescot branch kid cheat so openly? If Windsor Bellow acquiesces, then I should also give it to the two captains. No, all the soldiers are armed with magic weapons! Weber thought excitedly.
Allen's gaze fell on Weber's finger pointing at him. "If you don't take it away, I'll cut it off."
He patted the fangs wrapped in gray cloth.
Weber recalled the day when Allen tested his saber, he cut seven or eight iron puppets into pieces. He asked himself if his fingers were as hard as the puppets, so he hurriedly retracted them, causing the soldiers behind Allen to burst into laughter.
Weber's face flushed red. Every laugh from the soldier was like a slap to his face. Just as he was about to do something, Windsor Bellow's voice came from behind him, "What's going on?"
Windsor Bellow lowered her hat slightly, and her voice was a little cold. Weber turned around and loudly complained to the female marshal about his suspicions. After he finished speaking, Windsor Bellow said "Oh" and said, "If there's nothing else, hurry up and get on the airship. It'll take at least five hours to get to District Three."
"Marshal Windsor Bellow, are you just going to let it go like this? How can you be partial to this brat! "Weber was so anxious that he slipped his tongue that he was shocked after saying it.
Windsor Bellow's purple hair fluttered without wind, and then slowly floated down. She raised her head slightly and looked down at Weber with eyes that flashed like ice chips. She sneered, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Are you saying that I'm biased?"
"I … I …" Weber was speechless.
"I've seen the list of military expenses that the two of you sent over. The Fan Weini family has also put in a lot of effort this time, using a price lower than the market price. No, basically I will sell you the weapon at cost price, Young Master Weber. If it wasn't for the fact that the Van Weeny family saved some of our military expenses for Sirius, do you think I would really admit to that so-called list? " Windsor Bellow leaned forward slightly. Her sharp gaze seemed to want to dig out Weber's eyes as she said, "At least, in terms of military expenditure, Allen is much more innocent than you. All the expenses were clearly stated, without the slightest bit of exaggeration. As for his magical weapons, are you not allowing him to buy his own weapon components and process them to make the Magic Cube sequence himself? "
"I've said it before, this assessment is to test your overall level. The design of the Magic Cube sequence is one of Allen's strengths. Of course, it can be used in this assessment. Or are you questioning my level of fairness? "
"No, no, Marshal, you're definitely right."
"Then cut the crap. Hurry up and bring your team onto the flying ship." Windsor Bellow straightened her body, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at Weber sternly like a high and mighty queen.
Under her might, Weber could no longer think of protesting. He led his team to a raptor guard-like lift deck. It wasn't until he sat in the chair of the airship that Weber reacted. He muttered, "Magic Cube sequence? He can actually complete the ownership/production process of the sequence? "
Looking at the falling snowflakes outside the window, Weber couldn't help but shrink back. He felt that this winter was exceptionally bleak.
An hour after the Raptor frigate left the port, the news that Allen could create low-level sequences had already been grasped by a few people. Moreover, if this news was indirectly admitted by Windsor Bellow, naturally no one would question Marshal Greed's gaze. Those who were familiar with her knew that Windsor Bellow loved money, but it was far from the point where she could be bribed to spread fake news.
After learning of this news, some people quietly increased the danger level of Bescot in their hearts. In Bescot, Allen's family status was raised by a notch. With the news of Windsor Bellow, even if Allen wasn't the female marshal's student, the Council of Elders would still pass the proposal to add him to the heir list. Even if Allen's achievement was only a technician, it was impossible for Bescot to push him out and nurture him as a core member.
Moreover, with the talent that Allen had displayed before, it was clear that his achievements would not stop here!
"Father, are you looking for me?"
When Arthur walked into Hyderick's studio, he saw a torn painting scattered on the ground. Hyderick stood by the window with his hands behind his back. At his feet behind him was a broken brush and a color plate that had been trampled into pieces. As for the colors in the color plate, they naturally splashed all over the ground, spraying out abstract color blocks on the floor of the studio.
Hyderick didn't turn around and whispered, "I just got the news that Allen has been personally admitted by Windsor Bellow. He … he has the ability to make Magic Cube sequences. "
Arthur's entire body trembled as if he had been hit by a bullet, and his eyes behind the glasses burst with a sharp light. He took a few breaths to calm himself down.
"How was your contact with him at the Venus Hotel last time?"
"Not very good. He's very wary of me." Arthur said.
Hyderick nodded and said, "Of course. It would be a headache if he didn't show any wariness towards you. Arthur, are you confident? "
"What do you need confidence in me in?"
Hyderick turned around and said, "If it was before I got the news, I hope you could kill him after you get close to him. Not now. Allen is a huge asset, and I hope that this asset will be in my hands! "
"I'll do my best." Arthur bowed.
Hyderick nodded and said, "Go ahead. As long as you get Allen to work for me, you can do whatever you want. There's no cap on the cost of this mission! "
"You are so generous." Arthur showed his signature smile and left the studio.
Walking along the corridor, he stopped in front of a stained-glass window. Arthur looked out at the snowy world and whispered, "Perhaps you're too confident, Father." "Will Allen be a loyal dog that can be tied up? I think you're playing with fire. "
He shrugged and muttered, "But what does it have to do with me? I'll still follow your orders. After all, it's a good thing for me to be his friend, isn't it? "
"Young Master Arthur." A soft cry sounded from the corner. In the shadows of the corner of 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 airship is on standby. We can leave at any time." The girl named Nana said respectfully.
Arthur nodded, "Then, has the news I specified been spread?"
"Everything has been done according to your instructions."
"Well done, Nana. Remember not to let anyone know that we were the ones who released the news. "
"Of course not. I've already done the necessary things."
"Alright, then let's go to the third district and see if my brother needs any help." Arthur snapped his fingers and walked straight ahead.
The girl accompanied him, and the two of them gradually walked away in the corridor.
At three in the afternoon, the Raptor frigate arrived at the official airport of the third district on the surface. After six, a military truck picked up the two teams. At about eight in the evening, the military truck stopped at the lakeside of a large lake called Swan Lake. The two teams got off the car and set up camp by the lake in the tents provided by the car. It was said that a large flock of swans would appear in the spring, hence the name.
But now, the lake water was frozen, so not even half a swan could be seen.
Along the shore of Swan Lake to the southeast, they would enter a nameless primeval forest. Wilton Mountain was located in the depths of the forest. The mountain paths there were complicated, and there was a natural barrier like the primeval forest. That was why the armed bandits who called themselves Holy Disarmament had appeared for almost two years, but they were still alive and well.
Allen and the others would spend the night by Swan Lake and head to Wilton Mountain to suppress the bandits tomorrow.
After a simple dinner, Allen walked out of the tent. From afar, he saw Weber practicing his swordsmanship on the other side of the open space. The young master of the Fan Weini family held a long sword in his hand and danced it tightly. Cold light flickered, and the sword momentum was continuous, but it was also quite a bit of real skill. Occasionally, the sword would pause, and one could see a few beautiful lines on the sword. Clearly, this was a magic energy weapon.
Hearing footsteps, Weber stopped. Seeing that it was Allen, he frowned and said, "What's the matter?"
"I think we should talk about the attack on Wilton Mountain," Allen said.
"Talk about what?" Weber shook his head and said, "We're competitors now. I don't think there's anything to talk about. Are you planning to get information from me and figure out my strategic arrangements? "
Allen spread his hands and smiled, "It seems that we really don't have anything to talk about. But Wilbur, we are in a competitive relationship, but tomorrow is also a real battle. Perhaps in addition to competition, we can cooperate in some areas. Isn't communication and cooperation one of the abilities that the Marshal tested us for? "
"Let's put it this way, Allen. I have absolute confidence in myself." Weber raised the sword in his hand and smiled, "So I don't think there's a need to cooperate with you. What do you think?"
"I think I have to go back to my tent and sleep now. Good luck to each other. Good night." Allen smiled and left.
The next day, the two teams broke camp and left. The truck stayed by the lake to wait for them to return. As for where Windsor Bellow had gone and how she had observed their entire combat process, no one knew. After a whole day of trekking, Allen finally saw Wilton Mountain when night fell. The continuous mountain range left a dark silhouette under the distant night sky.
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