[South of Artemis]

Old Tasuo stood beside the road, fanning the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the "rebel" officer riding away, and admired the latter's handsome and capable horse-riding posture.

"What a Dusak! He speaks and does things like a man." Old Tasso said to himself in confusion: "But why did he get involved with the rebels..."

Also stretching his neck and staring at the back of the "rebel" officer was Madya Raul.

But unlike the praise and hatred in Old Tasso's eyes, Raul's eyes were full of envy, longing and dissatisfaction.

Raul looked into the distance, but he still tried to argue meaninglessly: "How come you see that he is Dusak?"

"It's still worth watching?" Old Tasso was stunned at first, then smiled back and forth on the horse's back. He pointed at himself: "I can smell it even with my nose!"

Raul stopped talking, but his cheeks were still bulging.

Old Ma Jiya and Old Tasso exchanged glances silently - Raul's symptoms, and the two of them were very familiar with each other.

When a "little calf" who is not afraid of the sky or the earth meets a person he sincerely admires, and the man is unfortunately the enemy and opponent, he will naturally become like this.

On the other hand, it also shows that this "little calf" is born to be a combative, bold and restless guy.

Old Tasso scratched his chin, turned his words three times, and finally said: "I said at the beginning that I had to make a future, that would be to send this little boy to the army, not his brother... The wife is too soft-hearted and can't bear to suffer from his younger son. So are you, you are too soft-hearted to your wife, so you can only let her go. In the end, it will delay the two brothers."

It took Raul a little time to understand the underlying meaning of the old servant's words.

When he learned that there was such a debate among his elders, he couldn't help but look at his father in surprise, his lips opened and closed together, but he couldn't make a sound.

Lao Ma Jiya still had a granite-like expression, looking at the "rebel" officers who were leaving without saying a word.

Although I encountered an unexpected situation at the checkpoint in the previous episode, the three members of the Majiya family passed the test without any danger.

The "rebel leader" named Lannis also stopped the light cavalry passing by the checkpoint and enthusiastically asked them to escort these three unlucky guys who were unfortunately exposed to their wealth to Artemis.

When Raul learned that the riders in front of him were the famous "Wolf Cavalry" who subdued the seven towns, he was almost so excited that he fainted.

Now that we have come outside Artemis, the most important thing is to save people.

"I will explain the matter about Chen Zhima Lianguzi in the future." Old Tasso patted Raul's shoulder and asked the head of the family in a deep voice: "What should I do now? Where to go? Who should I look for?"

Old Ma Jiya suddenly raised her arm and pointed at the back of the "rebel officer", then stabbed the horse's ribs heavily and galloped away like arrows.

Old Tasso and Raul were surprised and hurriedly rode their horses to follow.

A group of three people ran around the city wall, followed the "rebel" officers, and finally stopped northwest of the city.

The scene in front of them stunned:

The old small mounds northwest of Artemis have completely changed their appearance, and the green surface has been unveiled, revealing the dark soil; thousands of men and women are digging trenches, carrying soil and rocks, and tower-like construction machinery raises the huge rocks and throws them down; endless carriages connect rivers and forests, and continuously deliver cut plates.

Wherever you look, everyone and things are serving the same goal. The construction process is like a sacred and grand ceremony, and the "rebel" officer is heading towards the "altar" - a mound located in the center of the construction site that can overlook everything.

"It seems..." Old Tasso screamed: "It seems to be ours!"

Raul looked in the sound and suddenly realized that many of the working people were wearing light gray coarse cloth tops and military trousers - the "uniforms" of the Vorne County Garage Force.

He grabbed the reins hard, and his words became stumbling: "Dad, Pal...Pal may be here!"

Old Tasso frowned and looked at the "employer" with a serious look.

Lao Ma Jiya looked at the mound in the middle of the construction site and could vaguely see the "rebel officer" talking to the other two.

Judging from the attitude of the "rebel officer", Lao Ma Jiya was sure that the other two on the mound were the targets he had to visit on this trip. However, the soldiers guarding the construction site had noticed the suspicious three of them, and kept throwing vigilant eyes. If they forced their eyes to seek their opinions, they would probably not even be able to reach the other party's ears and were thrown into prison.

Lao Ma Jiya made up his mind and waved his hand: "Go into the city first."

After saying that, he pulled the reins and walked towards Artemis without looking back.

Raul looked at Old Tasso with reluctance, who signaled Raul to be impatient. The two followed the head of the family to the city silently.

...

At the same time, at the dusty construction site, Matiya Pal was half hunched over and staring at the avenue south of the construction site in a daze.

Sweat and floating soil mixed on his skin almost turned him into a clay man; the soaked clothes were more like straw paper that absorbed moisture, tightly stuck to his back.

With a "clang", the shovel fell from Matiya Pal's hand to the ground.

"I...I seem to see my dad...and my brother..." Madya Pal pointed to the distance tremblingly, with a crying voice in his voice: "But...but they left again..."

"Lt. Majiya!"

In the dust, another man, who was equally embarrassed, smashed his pickaxe into the soil, straightened his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He cut a look at a junior on the small earthblock in the center of the construction site and spat angrily:

"meter!"

...

If a person's eyes can really emit light, then Major Shandell can light someone's shirt alone.

But unfortunately, "eye" is just a rhetorical technique, and Winters Montagne naturally could not be stinged by the anger of a senior senior.

On the contrary, Pierre's return made Winters' face unconsciously smile.

The dusty Pierre first greeted Winters, and then saluted Mason Prominent Official.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mason pulled the brim of his hat and nodded in return for his greeting.

Winters took out the kettle and handed it to Pierre, and asked curiously: "Didn't you go back to Wolf Town to take a look?"

Pierre took the water bag, but did not drink it, and replied in a respectful manner as if facing a question: "I only rested in Gervodane for a day."

Winters shook his head helplessly and said with some emotion: "If you have the opportunity to go home, go back and see more. Maybe it will be difficult to meet again from when."

Mason couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Yes," Pierre answered attentively. Then he untied the document bag on his waist and took out a stack of painted letters from it and presented it: "These are the reply from Mr. Berryon and Mr. Poltane, as well as the letters entrusted to me to submit to you by Mr. Sausha, Mr. Priskin, and the gentlemen of Revodan."

Winters held the letter in his hand, but did not take it apart, but asked Pierre with a smile: "What do Berryon and Poltane say about the order for the barrel?"

"Mr. Berryon said nothing, but said he would do his best. On the contrary, Mr. Poltane was very excited and immediately gathered people to start working. Mr. Poltane wanted more prisoners and labor." Pierre paused for a moment and added cautiously: "What should be said in the letter is more carefully."

Winters glanced at the thick stack of letters on his hand and coughed lightly: "I can read it."

Pierre carefully took out another letter from his arms and presented it with him: "This is the letter that Ms. Navare asked me to pass it to you."

Winters immediately became energetic. He calmly stuffed all the letters in his hand into Senior Mason's arms, took Anna's letter and opened them on the spot.

When Pierre glanced at Mason's blue veins, he knew that the latter was full of anger, but because of his inconvenience. He also saw that Montanebo was reading the letter with concentration, so he took a leave with great tact.

"Go." Winters put down the letter and instructed: "Please rest."

Pierre raised his hand to salute and set off.

When Pierre walked away, Mason immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Are you too lazy to read the letter now?"

"These are all official documents." Winters carefully put away Anna's letter: "Of course you should disassemble and archive."

"Official document?" Mason laughed in anger: "Do you think I can't tell the difference between public and private?"

Winters asked in confusion: "What else? Do you think they will chat with me about daily trivialities? If the exchanges of interests and etiquette greetings are not official documents, what else can it be? If I read them by myself, I will be suspected of being privately taught. So if I don't leave them to you for filing, it is called public-private and private."

Mason couldn't think of anything to refute for a moment.

Winters spoke more in a more organized manner about Mason's vague idea. In fact, he agreed with Winters' point that all information collected and sent by decision makers should be recorded and archived by a dedicated agency, especially for military decision makers.

"Just once." Winters struck while the iron was hot and sincerely promised: "Just once!"

"Okay." Mason put a thick stack of letters into his saddle bag. At the same time, another thing occupied his mind, so he pretended to inadvertently ask Winters: "Why do I always feel that Mr. Mitchell has become much more restrained, not like before..."

Winters smiled tolerantly: "You should ask directly - why are Pierre and I not getting close to each other?"

Mason didn't expect Winters to break the window paper so straightforwardly. He asked hesitantly: "Yes, weren't you very close before? He was brought out by you step by step."

"The child is growing up." Winters pretended to be old-fashioned: "You can't even ask him to act coquettishly, pretend to be good, and show his talents to the guests, right?"

Mason laughed in silence.

Winters put away his smile and said seriously: "Pierre is already an adult - I mean not only adulthood at age, but also adulthood in mood, but also adulthood in power and status. What he needs is not care and care, but the respect and recognition of one adult for another, so he will naturally act serious and restrained in front of me."

"But does this mean we are not close?" Winters paused for a moment, looked at the senior's eyes, and smiled again: "I feel that Pierre is closer to me than in the past and now. Because I know that he is already 'adult' and no longer needs my 'care'. I can trust him fully and entrust him with a heavy burden. I am not close, but what is it?"

After listening to Winters' long speech, Senior Mason had been brewing for a long time before commenting with a complicated expression: "I believe now - Mr. Mitchell was brought out by you step by step."

"Thanks for praise." Winters took off his hat and saluted.

"And, I believe Bard's point of view more now." Mason couldn't help laughing and crying: "You do have a little too favourite with Mr. Mitchell."

“Where is it?!”

While speaking, a rider ran out of the city gate with his horse, clumsyly climbed onto the horse's back, and rushed all the way to the mound in the middle of the construction site.

The horse was so tired that it was foaming in its mouth and its nose was whizzing.

Houdel on the horse was also sweating, and his clothes seemed to have just been taken out of the water.

"Your Excellency." Houdel jumped out of the swaying saddle and reported unhurriedly: "That...that...that...none of them was sold today."

Winters looked stern and pretended to be unable to hear clearly: "What?"

“No one sold…”
To be continued...