"This kind of potion suitable for magicians to condense their mental power is not available at the headquarters of the Corps." The fat corps commander said awkwardly.

Magician? Condensing mental power? What does it matter to me, a knight who practices fighting spirit? How did Angelina suggest this?

Or when I remembered these two potions, Locke, a low-level non-commissioned officer, heard from whom, the Fatty Corps Commander made a cruel decision and said with difficulty, "This potion has also greatly improved the knights, but only the logistics department of the headquarters of the Eagle Legion. If you need it, I can get it for you." The Fatty Corps Commander looked like he suffered heavy losses.

Seeing that a commander of the corps looked like this, Locke didn't know that the 'will condensation potion' was a more precious existence than the 'Johnson potion'. He had a bargain for the advantage. If he missed this store, he didn't know when he would get this potion in the future. Locke gritted his teeth and did not hesitate to make the corps commander hate him, and also decisively agreed, "thank you Lord George!"

Locke agreed to have a good time, but it was a pain for the fat corps commander. This time he was not just bleeding, but cut a piece of meat. Although he was so fat, it was nothing to lose two pieces of meat.

At night, the joint barracks of the Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion were filled with lights. Torches and soldiers inspecting were everywhere.

With a commander like George, who was the leader of the corps, of course, the green light was all the way, and there was no inquiry. The soldier asked about the people who were crossing the barracks. The physique of the fat corps was his pass, and there might be only such a commander with an astonishing tonnage in the two corpses.

The fortress composed of 70,000 people is still very large. Along the way, there are continuous military tents, ten meters high, representing at least a team of ten people. After all, there are at least 7,000 military tents here.

Of course, it’s not just that. A squadron leader like Locke also has his own small military account.

In addition to the large military tents, Locke was also impressed by the fortifications outside the military tent and the horse-rejection. Several giant stone catapults and siege hammers that only a few people could embrace were quietly docked in the corner of this huge military camp.

Locke passed by only a small part of the area. I can't believe how many such siege weapons are there in the entire Eagle Legion and the Lions Legion.

Rows of sharp and stout horses refused to stand outside the military camp, which should be to prevent the Sharlot mermaids in the surrounded royal capital from breaking the dead.

Locke couldn't imagine how much manpower and material resources needed to be consumed in a big city with nearly 100,000 residents.

Locke was just an ordinary soldier. He had seen these things before, but he had not considered them deeply. He once struggled every day without dying in the battle the next day. He once only needed a black bread supper to satisfy himself.

Now from the perspective of the squadron leader, there are Baron Kaidozi and even a corps commander talking and chatting. Locke can't help but see more profoundly and think longer.

Perhaps seeing Locke staring at the rows of horses standing outside the military camp in the distance, George, the fat corps commander, introduced: "These horses have taken a lot of effort to drive away the 80,000 Sharlot slaves and a whole Eagle Legion Logistics Corps to complete the work."

The fat corps commander couldn't stop expressing a sense of pride in his words. This was a 100,000-yuan city, and was surrounded by them with fortifications and troops.

What Locke thought of was the 80,000 Sharlot slaves, which were even more than the total number of the Eagle Legion and the Lions Legion. In this way, he was captured by the Fostein army wearing armor and holding sharp swords. Is it due to the strength of the Fostein army or the cowardice of the Sharlots personality?

Locke had a strong sense of crisis, otherwise he would not have joined the army decisively before he finished his food at home, giving his parents and sister a way out. He also had a personality that would do whatever he thought. The Commander of the George Corps next to him was still chatting with Baron Kaidozi, but Locke was thinking about improving his strength at this time.

He did not want to be driven away like cattle and sheep in the future like those Charlottes who were enslaved by them.

Since he thought so, the next gangster Locke was even more rational. George, who was still bragging about the fat corps commander, did not realize that the next situation might be more than just bleeding and cutting flesh.

A tremor suddenly came, and the fat corps commander looked around and found nothing strange. He then boasted about his great achievements to Baron Kaidozi.

George discovered that Locke was a person with a relatively dull personality and said very little, and his chief Baron Kaidozi was easy to talk to. George became enthusiastic about Baron Kaidozi. In his opinion, it was more cost-effective to get along with Baron Kaidozi than to get along with him, because after all, Locke was still a soldier under Baron Kaidozi.

Baron Kaidozi was very flattered to the enthusiasm of Commander George. His upper class was Marquis Sandru, and the other great nobles, who had only met some at the last prince's dinner, but he was not very familiar with him, just letting others know that there was a person like him.

The Fatty Corps Commander's active conversation allowed Baron Kaidozi to see a threshold to approach the upper nobles of Fostertan. To be honest, Baron Kaidozi was not a talkative person. Those who know him knew that this was an indifferent and rational noble.

But after being purposeful, Kaidozi's baron also changed from aloof to a chatterbox. During the chat with George, the two of them burst into bright smiles from time to time.

Soon, I arrived at the local area. The Eagle Legion's Legion's Legion's Legion's Legion's Logistics Department is no better than the Second Corps' Logistics Department. It is so grand that it has much more courage than the Second Corps'.

The four-meter-high and six-meter-wide gate is more spacious than the small courtyard of the Corps Logistics Department.

It is already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, but it is still quite lively. In addition to the coming and going, there are also three or two carriages entering and leaving the gate from time to time.

Commander George stopped joking with Baron Kaidozi and led Locke and the others to strode towards the gate of the Eagle Legion's Logistics Office.

Although it was night, the light in the courtyard was surprisingly good. Not only were there torches around it, but there were also several huge braziers in the center for lighting.

Commander George's moves very much when he walks, but now it seems to be in order to show his arrival and show his aura. When the commander of the Corps walked, the ground was trembling.

Of course, the effect was also achieved. Many soldiers or officers who saw the arrival of Commander George came up and said hello. After all, Commander George was also a second-level senior leader from the Eagle Legion, except for the commander and deputy commander of the Eagle Legion.

Commander George seemed to enjoy the feeling of starry surging the moon. He just said "um" to others and said he knew, and then led Locke and others to strode towards a warehouse-like place inside.

There are many warehouses here. Commander George led them to a warehouse where the location is relatively remote, but it was buzzed by several torches and arrow towers.

A group of people from the Logistics Department were left with curious eyes at Locke and others following behind Commander George. No one had seen these people before, let alone Locke and Yosak, even Baron Kaidozi, with Marquis Sandru as his father-in-law, as his backer, he had never been to the Legion Logistics Department several times.

The warehouse is not as bright as outside, and the light is darker, making people unable to see what is there. However, there are always soldiers coming in and out pushing things like a small cart to transport items, making people know that there is still popularity here.

In addition to the soldiers transporting items, Locke also felt that several hidden auras far exceed the Corps Logistics Department here, and they were all mid-level attendants or above. Even if there was a high-level attendant, Locke was not surprised. After all, this is the logistics department of the Eagle Legion and the lifeline of the entire legion.

Walking to a counter on the left side of the warehouse, "Peter! Old Pete! Come out for me!" Commander George's Corps was familiar with slapping the counter and shouting loudly at a door curtain behind the counter.

Before a few people could wait for a long time, the curtain was quickly lifted up, and an old man with silver hair walked out from behind the curtain. The old man was dressed cleanly and acted meticulously, which reminded Locke of Baron Cadozi's housekeeper John.

"What's the matter? It's so late, your Captain George is still here." The old silver-haired man said to the fat Captain with a smile.

"Of course I'll come after something happens!" The fat corps commander glared at him, but it was not the kind of intimidation, but it had a joking meaning. It seemed that he had a good relationship with the silver-haired old man.

"After saying that, what do you need?" The old silver-haired man Peter also realized that George was bringing the group of people behind him to collect things.

"A 'will condensation potion'!" The fat man on his face shivered for a few times, and the fat corps commander said these words with difficulty.

The old man with silver-haired eyes widened, stared at the fat corps commander and said, "George, I haven't heard of a magician seedling in your family?" The old man with silver-haired man didn't add the word "Captain" but called George's name directly. It seemed that his true identity was no less than that of the leader of George.

The fat corps commander grinned awkwardly and explained, "This is to promote a junior with good potential~" George called Locke a "school". This is to tell Locke that if he becomes more developed in the future, he should not forget him, the "elder".

Pete looked at the few people behind George, and Locke, who looked tender, could take on the word "school". Only Locke is under 30 years old.

After looking at Locke a few times, as if he wanted to remember such a person, the old silver-haired man shook the bell and shouted to the curtain behind him, "Fina! Go to Area B to get a blue potion!"

"I understand!" A female voice came from inside.

Soon, a blond woman came out from behind the door curtain, holding a small wooden box of palm-length length in her hand and handed it to the silver-haired old man.

After getting the silver-haired old man did not give the Fatty Corps to George as soon as possible, but took out a book and handed it to Fina beside him, turned to George and said, "You have to think clearly, this means that your three-month salary is gone!"

"I know, I know, where do you come from so much nonsense?" The fat corps commander waved his hand and interrupted Pitt's next words, "I need that little salary?" George said stubbornly as if to force his face.

Thinking of what the corps leader’s family does, Peter was relieved. This was indeed a man who was not short of money.
Chapter completed!