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1244: 420.

Transylvania Travel Notes Volume II: Black Disaster Yearbook Grand Opening_3

1244: 420.

Transylvania Travel Notes Volume II: Black Disaster Yearbook Grand Opening_3

“Therefore, I can assuredly tell you all, do not doubt the steadfastness of the Transia People during the Black Disaster!”

“In the grand context of the civilized world fighting against barbaric tribes, they are the best allies we can find in Transia.”

“Therefore, I request each of you to closely supervise the soldiers under your command during these days, not allowing any friction with the local Transia People, and certainly not permitting any provocation from your side.”

“I hope you can understand, even though Marshal Loren repeatedly mocks Governor Morphy as a ‘sissy’, I know the Marshal well enough to say that if he didn’t genuinely regard Morphy and his regime and soldiers, then the vampire’s name wouldn’t so frequently be on his lips.”

“I hope you understand the true intention behind us being sent here by the Marshal.”

“Besides fighting against the Black Disaster, there’s a second hidden element.”

Fraser paused here, noticing that all eyes in the tent were fixed on him, before continuing:

“The Marshal wants us, the young officers of the kingdom, to see for ourselves how the Transia People fight.

We need to constantly observe their tactics and strategies, analyze their actions, find their weaknesses, and record them.”

“Because the Black Disaster is not the end of everything!”

“My lords.”

“A battle between Goldenrod Kingdom and Nordtov Kingdom is inevitable in the future, and it will determine who will be the overlord of the continent and the leader of human civilization.”

“However, before that, both we and the northerners must first defeat Transia, the narrow territory lying between the two nations, as the battleground for that war.”

“That means, before our final battle with the northerners, we first have to crush what we see as the Transia Barbarians!”

“They are our allies now, but they will be our enemies in the future.”

“We must not take this lightly.”

“Because the war with Transia will be fought by us, and only by knowing ourselves and our enemy can we win every battle.

That is the significance of our presence here.”

“I hope all of you can set aside your pride for now, and treat our Transia friends with caution.”

“Actually, I have a feeling.”

The Colonel said softly:

“When I left Transia last time, I already had this feeling.

The Black Disaster will not annihilate this place—it is a flame that tempers steel, existing solely to help the Transia People rise from the ashes…”

“They are real formidable foes.”

“Speaking personally, I even think Morphy and his pack of wolves are more dangerous than the decaying northerners.”

“Nordtov is large but it’s just a clay-footed giant.

In the face of the kingdom’s terrifying military potential, the decaying regime maintained by Lupa with all her might is vulnerable.”

“But Morphy and his Transia, destined to rise from the ashes…”

“Frankly, I think the Marshal may have made a mistake.

He really should have sent soldiers to completely occupy this place right after the Star-world Tear descended upon Cardman City.”

“However, we have lost that opportunity, lost it forever.”

Fraser’s words left the other officers in the tent exchanging glances.

After several seconds, the first to speak, Major Reno, touching his nose, said:

“I think you’re being overly alarmist, Colonel.

From any perspective, the current Transia doesn’t seem capable of posing a threat to the kingdom, except for their sheer fearlessness.”

“But I must admit, we do not know as much about this land as you do, so we will obey your commands and observe and record everything about Transia in our way.”

“As you said in the foreword of your best-selling book, we are the eyes of His Majesty, and we will bring back everything about Transia to him.”

“Whether it is good or whether it is bad.”

“That’s good, as long as you understand this point, I feel reassured.”

The Colonel nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up, and a duty soldier beside him stepped forward to drape a cloak with the Pioneer Corps Emblem over him.

This average-looking, inconspicuous duty soldier was actually a silver-ranked fencing master.

Such duty soldiers and guards—Colonel Fraser had a total of four at his side.

This was Count Leon’s protection for his only son.

The Colonel had neither refused nor intended to refuse.

As he said, on a land rife with barbarians, the strictest of protections are necessary.

“Colonel, sir, we heard you have some personal relationship with the Crimson Regent of Transia?”

As Fraser was leaving the campsite, the same major who had been playing with tarot cards glanced around and leaned in to whisper jokingly:

“Many are speculating that before we achieve victory over the Wolf People in Transia, our commander might secure a ‘stunning triumph’ over the people of Transia!

The Crimson Regent might become the Goldenrod Kingdom Colonel’s lover…”

“Look, this is some expensive cologne I got from the elves; I’m giving it to you for free this time.

If things go well, remember my kindness and say a few good words for me to the Marshal.”

“Dune!

This is a military camp, for heaven’s sake.

If your brother saw you now, he would be ashamed.”

Fraser sighed helplessly:

“You wouldn’t want your brother to look down on you, would you?”

“Pfft, who cares what he thinks.”

The somewhat handsome but androgynous-looking Major Dune fiddled with his trendy curly hair, his bright eyes with a hint of gloom, and said with a smirk:

“My brother is all eager to compete with you for the title of ‘Youngest Brigadier General’ of Goldenrod Kingdom.

I just hope you beat that hypocritical guy.

He’s destined to inherit the family’s glory.

As for me…

All my father expects from me is not to disgrace the family, that’s all.

So my interest in war is even less than the gossip about you and that lady governor.

Hey, you’re representing the male charm of Goldenrod Kingdom!

Give it your all, man!”