"Why can't I go! Hubble wants to go too. I want to drink! "
Allen looked at the Catu in front of him with a headache. Hubble, who was dressed in armor, waved his powerful arms to emphasize his thoughts. Ever since Christine invited him to a bottle of wine, the Catus had been obsessed with the contents of the glass. He didn't know who had mentioned to him that he could drink as much as he wanted at the dusty banquet in the evening, but Hubble was looking forward to the banquet.
However, it was hard to guarantee that he would reveal himself after drinking at the banquet. At that time, even if Roddy gave a gag order, it would bring unnecessary trouble to Bescot. Allen shook his head and laughed, "Alright, alright, you know why you can't go. How about this, you stay here and I'll have someone bring you food. "
"I want wine!" Hubble emphasized.
"I'll give you a barrel of ale. Don't worry."
"No, two barrels!" Hubble swallowed his saliva in his helmet.
"Alright, you have the final say. Then, wait here. "Allen patted him on the arm and sent him back to his room.
When they arrived at the dining hall of the camp, it was already packed with people. In the past, they were all Bescot warriors. Tables were put together and turned into long tables. The table was already filled with food, golden bread, fried sausages with salad dressing, sandwich cakes with various fruit sauces, smoked bacon that was steaming with oil, barbecue steaks dotted with mint, and large glasses of iced ale.
Noisy music rang out in the dining hall. The officers and soldiers ate and sang together, and the atmosphere was extremely strong.
"Allen, here." Regis, who had arrived early, waved his arm forcefully. His table was filled with people from the hunting squad. Reese was already five or six points drunk and was pulling Reina to dance. The latter's face was filled with distress and helplessness, causing Lucy, who was sitting beside him, to laugh. Not far away, Christine was sitting upright, surrounded by the Black Knight Group, the Silver Heavenly Horse, and the Red Warrior. It seemed that they were pursuing Christine.
When Allen took his seat, there were soldiers serving as waiters and cutlery. Allen did not forget to order food to be sent to Hubble, and especially reminded him to order two barrels of ale before he sat down. Regis was chewing the bacon in his mouth, and there was a piece of barbecued steak hanging on his fork. He was eating until his mouth was full of grease. That's when Rowdy squeezed through.
He placed a wine bottle as thick as his arm on the table. Rody unscrewed the bottle and shouted, "Drink!"
After a few glasses of liquor, Allen's face was as red as an apple. It was as if there was a ball of fire burning in his body, and his body temperature was much higher than usual. Rody, on the other hand, was very happy. He patted Allen's shoulder and said, "A man must drink. If he doesn't drink, what's the difference between him and a woman?"
He then said to Lucy, "Your Highness, I have no intention of discriminating against you women. It's just that which man on the battlefield doesn't drink? Allen drinks a lot, so he is closer to everyone. "
Lucy showed a helpless expression, "Mr. Rody, I don't seem to object to Allen drinking."
"That's good." Rody laughed and patted Allen, "Look here, in our Fierce Vulture, the only difference between an officer and a soldier is that the officer gives the order, while the soldier is responsible for completing it. Other than that, there is no difference between everyone. We eat together, sleep together, and pick up girls. It can be said that in the army of the aristocratic families, our discipline is the worst, but our fighting strength on the battlefield is not much worse than the top aristocratic families. Do you know why it is like this, Allen? "
"Because everyone here is a brother and sister. I can be shot for any of them, whether they are officers or soldiers. And they can also shed their last drop of blood for me, for the family. If they need to sacrifice themselves, these iron men will not frown. "Rody said proudly.
When he looked at the dining hall again, Allen felt different from before. There was an indescribable throbbing in his heart, and it seemed to be because of the effect of alcohol. The flames in his chest were about to erupt, and he could roughly feel Rody's pride and honor. It was precisely because of these warriors' bloody expeditions that Bescot's reputation did not fall!
"I heard that something almost happened to you on Frost Star?" Rody drank another glass of wine before sitting down to eat the food on the table and asking casually.
Allen nodded. "A general who spread the news of death replaced our mission and led us to death. Fortunately, we have some luck, and that General Comon … "
He made a throat-cutting gesture.
Then, he said softly, "The Federation still doesn't know that I did it."
Rody laughed dryly and put a huge steak on Allen's plate with a fork. "I like you more and more, Allen. Father is right. You will be the most dazzling star in Bescot. Hey, Comon, so it's the Grants. I can only say that you did a good job. Lanny really gave birth to a good son. Unfortunately … "
Hearing his mother's name, Allen's expression darkened. Rody looked at him and pressed his hand on his head. "Don't be sad, child. Your mother is a woman, but she has always been very strong. As her son, I know she doesn't want you to be sad. You are her pride, and she will be proud of you. Come, drink this! "
After a glass of strong wine entered his stomach, the little sadness just now seemed to have disappeared. Allen hiccuped and said, "Comon is a small matter, but I encountered something even more serious on Frost Star."
"What is it?" Rody put a sausage in his mouth.
"There are spies in the Federation, Uncle Rody. They made a deal with the Catus in the Chaos Canyon. I saw it with my own eyes and tracked it to the Catus' base camp on Frost Star. That's why I came to the Garden of Eden? Arc!
Half of the sausage was bitten, and Rody opened his mouth for a long time before he threw the remaining half into his mouth. When the sausage disappeared into his big mouths, he laughed dryly, "I knew it would be like this. No matter when, no matter where, there will always be people who don't care about their principles. Hey, we're fighting on the front lines, and these damn things are making deals with the enemy. Do you know who it is? "
"I don't know. The person in charge of the convoy was only a colonel at that time. However, the members came from various legions, so it was very difficult to track down their superiors. "
"This smoke bomb is beautiful, but it's normal. If it was so easy to find out, that person wouldn't have been able to stand in the Federation until now. "Rody asked," Who else knows about this? "
"The supervisor of Castellan Base. I asked him to delete the relevant information from his identity token."
"Well, you did well. I hope that the supervisor won't leak this matter out for his own good. After all, the water here is too deep, but it will drown people. "
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