Chapter 96 The Banquet of His Royal Highness

On the northern border of the Lampari Kingdom, the temperature always drops faster than elsewhere.

It was not long before the fall, and a few strands of chill were clearly felt in the early morning air. Even Viscount Leslie, who had always been self-proclaimed strong, had to tighten his military cotton coat and shrank a little.

Feeling that the thinness of the cotton coat on his body did not bring him much warmth, Viscount Leslie couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't the military say to improve the armament standards of our Zhenbei Army? Why is it almost winter now, and the new cotton coats haven't been issued yet?"

Walking beside him was Mueller, a colleague of the Zhenbei Army Logistics Department, who said with a wry smile: "The military department says this every year, but you have been in our Zhenbei Army for more than two years. Once you see it implemented?"

"Isn't that right? A lot of words compared to the military magic machines that were sent to the Murto Mountains in the early years of the counterattack, how much is a mere cotton coat worth?" Leslie was a little puzzled.

The wry smile on Mueller's face grew even stronger.

"I said Leslie, you've been working in the logistics office for the past two years. It's impossible not to know what's going on with our Zhenbei Army, right? Although those military magic machines are expensive, the quantity sent at one time is not large. It is only a few hundred thousand gold coins. But if we want to comprehensively improve all the armaments of our Zhenbei Army, it will cost too much. Not to mention, our Zhenbei Army currently has a total of nearly 30,000 people. Even a brand new cotton coat per person would cost at least 50,000 gold coins. Add in other messy living materials, do you think the military can afford it?" "30,000 cotton coats cost more than 50,000 gold coins? Then Isn't the average piece close to two gold coins?" Leslie frowned deeply. "I've only been in charge of distributing materials in the Logistics Department for the past two years, but I rarely asked about the specific prices of these living materials. How could it be so expensive?"

Mueller took a deep look at Leslie: "Leslie. You're leaving soon. I'll tell you today. Let's be honest. The cotton coat you're wearing is a One gold coin and eighty silver coins, but the actual purchase price is only ninety silver coins at most."

Leslie narrowed his eyes and did not continue to ask Mueller where the ninety silver coins in the middle went.

After all, he was born in a big noble family such as the Stark family, and his knowledge is far beyond what ordinary people can compare. In addition, he has come into contact with some insider information in the work of Zhenbei Army Logistics Office for more than two years, and now he is reminded by Mueller, Where can't guess the tricks that exist in this.

Thinking of how many soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have been killed or disabled due to serious injuries in the past two years. Viscount Leslie couldn't help but sneer and said no more.

After the two walked along the same route in silence for a while, Mueller probably felt that the atmosphere was too heavy, so he forced a smile and said, "Leslie, your transfer order should have come down, right? A lot of words" Leslie said. Sili nodded: "It was approved the day before yesterday. I could have left yesterday, but I want to stay for two more days and decide to leave tomorrow."

Mueller glanced at Leslie, thought for a while, and said, "This time you are transferred back to the General Staff Headquarters of the Military Department, I think with your family's power. It will definitely rise rapidly in the Military Department in the future. Before you leave Zhenbei, Jun, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. If there is a chance, if you can help our Zhenbei Army, please help us. Zhenbei Army has been suffering for so many years..."

Leslie nodded slowly, with a solemn expression: "I will."

Mueller patted Leslie on the shoulder hard, hesitated for a while, but sighed, and after all, he still didn't say the rest.

Leslie shook his head and patted Mueller on the shoulder.

The two were silent again.

After the lap, Mueller's face finally returned to normal, and he smiled at Leslie: "Since you are leaving tomorrow, how about I invite some colleagues to hold a farewell party for you tonight?"...

"That's unnecessary." Leslie shook his head. "Didn't you already have a farewell party when you heard the news two days ago. It's nothing more than wanting to drink in this name. Of course, if I can, I hope to have a good drink with you, but It's a pity, I still have things to do today, and I may be leaving in a while."

"yes?". Mueller stared at Leslie for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him. "Then wish you a successful promotion in the future."

Leslie hugged Mueller with his backhand, slapped him hard on his back, and said solemnly, "Take care."

The two of them exerted force on their arms at the same time, and then separated, Mueller raised his hand and left.

Looking at Mueller's back without looking back, Leslie thought that this soldier who has experienced blood and fire is different, and there will never be any slack.

After turning to look north for a while, Leslie turned around and returned to his single room in the garrison.

The Brunei steward had already led two servants to pack up all of Leslie's belongings, and when Leslie returned, he said, "Master, shall we go now? His Royal Highness has been waiting for a long time. "

"His Royal Highness..." Leslie raised a slightly contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, then quickly moved away and nodded to the Brunei steward: "Let's go."

The news of Leslie's departure from the Zhenbei Army did not arouse much response, because in the past two years, apart from a few people in the Zhenbei Army, including Mueller, there was no He was known to be from the Stark family.

He was transferred to the General Staff Headquarters by a paper order from the military, and not many people knew about him.

To the more than 30,000 people in the Zhenbei Army, he was just one of them.

Of course, there are not many people in the entire Zhenbei Army who can be entertained by His Royal Highness Prince Eric himself.

Leslie followed the Brunei butler to the station of the Zhenbei Army in a small town closest to the Muerto Mountains, and met His Royal Highness Prince Eric who came here to inspect the Zhenbei Army this time. .

As soon as we met, His Royal Highness Prince Eric immediately gave Leslie a big hug and laughed loudly: "Haha, Leslie, I haven't seen you for more than two years, you are a lot darker than before. You look like this. If you go to Anvilmar, you will not be welcomed by those ladies and ladies as before."

Leslie smiled and touched his cheek: "No way, the border area is very dry in winter, and the skin can't be maintained. Besides, after all, he is a soldier. It's too white to be decent, right? A lot of words"

His Royal Highness Prince Eric once again burst into laughter: "Haha, it seems that you have been in the Zhenbei Army for more than two years, and you have really changed a lot from before. Come on, sit down, and let's chat while eating. ."

Although the time was short, His Royal Highness Prince Eric invited Leslie to a banquet this time, but it still seemed extremely rich.

In this small town close to the border, he actually prepared a whole set of precious bright silver tableware, and also covered the table with a fine velvet blanket with exquisite patterns, and accompanied it with a dozen fragrant and finely crafted dishes on the table. Just by looking at it, you can tell that this meal is definitely not cheap.

Leslie glanced at the situation on the dining table, and silently calculated the cost of this lunch that only he and His Royal Highness Prince Eric would enjoy. The military cotton he was wearing just now flashed in his mind. The coat couldn't help frowning slightly.

His Royal Highness Prince Eric has been paying attention to the expression on Leslie's face, and this slight change in expression naturally cannot escape his eyes, and he hastily asked: "What? Leslie, are you dissatisfied with these dishes? That's good. Do it, I'll tell someone to take it down and replace it with a redo. But it must be a while longer, and you'll be hungry for a while."…

Leslie quickly wiped the strange color on his face, smiled and waved his hand: "It's not that I'm not satisfied. It's just that I have been eating rough grains in the Zhenbei Army, and I haven't enjoyed this kind of delicious food for a long time. I'm afraid my stomach won't be able to take it."

His Royal Highness Prince Eric laughed: "It seems that you have had a really hard time in the Zhenbei Army for the past two years. But it doesn't matter, when you return to Anweimar City, you are guaranteed to adjust to your previous life as soon as possible. Come, sit down, and today's meal should be a celebration that you are finally out of your life in the military."

Leslie sat down silently and glanced at the incomparably rich dishes on the table. After all, he couldn't help it. He shook his head and sighed softly: "I am not alone in Zhenbei Army living this hard life. The entire Zhenbei Army is not alone. Thirty thousand soldiers, all of them are the same as me, and many of them are even more miserable than me."

"Of course, as a soldier, how could life be good? When you decided to serve in the Zhenbei Army more than two years ago, you should have been mentally prepared, right? A lot of words"

Seeing that Prince Eric didn't care about the hidden meaning in his words, Leslie nodded, stopped talking about this topic, and started talking with him about Anvilmar City.

In the middle of the meal, Leslie suddenly asked casually: "By the way, His Royal Highness, I heard that you plan to rectify the Zhenbei Army and then counterattack the Kingdom of Sark?"

"That's right." His Royal Highness Prince Eric put down the tableware and said sternly: "We have had disputes with the Kingdom of Sark all these years, but the Kingdom of Sark has always taken the initiative. Now we have finally controlled the entire Murto Mountains. The situation has taken the initiative. If you don't take this opportunity to counterattack the Kingdom of Sark, it will be too unreasonable. By the way, Leslie, why do you call me His Royal Highness? This is too outlandish. The two of us Is it necessary to have a relationship like this? Just call me by my name as before."

"It's not the same now." Leslie smiled and shook his head, pondered for a moment, and then said, "From the perspective of the situation, we do have the conditions for a counterattack. But Your Royal Highness, have you thought that it will take you to take the initiative to attack the Kingdom of Sark. How much?".

"Spend money?" His Royal Highness Prince Eric frowned, glanced at Leslie, and then showed a gentle smile. "Of course it costs money to fight. But I think with the full support of your Stark family, it's not a problem."

Leslie turned his head to look at the Brunei butler, who nodded slightly to him.

"Since that's the case..." Leslie nodded in understanding, turning his head to raise his glass to His Royal Highness Prince Eric. "Then I wish Zhenbei Army great success in this counter-offensive."

His Royal Highness Prince Eric took it down, raised his glass and clinked with Leslie, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Leslie tilted his neck and dipped, just to hide the sneer at the corner of his mouth behind the glass.

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