On the border north of the Kingdom of Lampari, the temperature always drops faster than in other places.

It was just shortly after autumn, and a few rays of chill were clearly felt in the early morning air. Even Viscount Leslie, who had always claimed to be strong, had to pass through the military cotton coat on his body tightly and shrank his body.

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

"Didn't the military headquarters say that we want to improve the military standards of our Zhenbei Army? Why is it almost winter now and the new cotton coat has not been released yet?"

Walking beside him was Muller, a colleague of the Zhenbei Army Logistics Department. He smiled bitterly and said, "The Military Department says this every year, but you have been with our Zhenbei Army for more than two years. How did you see it implemented?"

"Isn't that right? Compared to the military magic machinery sent when the counterattack of the Murto Mountains at the beginning of the year, how much is the cotton coat worth?" Leslie was a little puzzled.

The bitter smile on Mueller's face became stronger.

"I said Leslie, you have been working in the Logistics Department for the past two years. It is impossible not to know what the situation of our Zhenbei Army is, right? Although those military magic machinery is expensive, they are not sent at one time, and the total amount is only hundreds of thousands of gold coins. But if you want to comprehensively improve all the military equipment of our Zhenbei Army, it will cost too much. Not to mention anything else, our Zhenbei Army currently has about 30,000 people, and each of them has a brand new cotton coat, which costs at least 50,000 gold coins. In addition to other messy daily necessities, do you think the military department can afford it?"

"Thirty thousand cotton coats cost more than 50,000 gold coins? Isn't it almost two gold coins on average?" Leslie frowned deeply. "I have only been responsible for allocating supplies in the Logistics Department in the past two years, and I rarely ask about the specific price of these daily necessities. Why is it so expensive?"

Mueller looked at Leslie deeply: "Leslie. You are leaving soon. I will tell you with the courage to tell you today. Let's be honest. The cotton coat you are wearing is one gold and eighty silver coins, but the actual purchase price is at most ninety silver coins."

Leslie narrowed her eyes and did not continue to ask where the ninety silver coins in Muller had gone.

After all, he was born into a great noble family like the Stark family, and his knowledge was far beyond ordinary people. In addition, he has been exposed to some inside information in the work of the Zhenbei Army Logistics Office over the past two years. Now Mueller has reminded me that there is no way to guess the tricks in it.

Thinking of how many soldiers in the Zhenbei Army died in battle or were disabled due to serious injuries in the past two years, Viscount Leslie couldn't help but sneer and stopped talking.

After the two of them walked along the same route silently for a while, Mueller probably felt that the atmosphere was too heavy and forced a smile and said, "Leslie, your transfer order should have been completed, right?"

Leslie nodded: "I approved it the day before yesterday. I could have left yesterday, but I want to stay for two more days and decide to set out tomorrow."

Muller glanced at Leslie, thought for a while and said, "You are transferred back to the Military Headquarters this time. I want to use the power of your family to be promoted quickly in the Military Headquarters in the future. Before you leave the Zhenbei Army, I will say my heart to you. If you have the chance, please help our Zhenbei Army. The Zhenbei Army has been so hard for so many years..."

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

Mueller patted Leslie on the shoulder hard, hesitated for a moment, but sighed, but he still couldn't say the following words.

Leslie shook her head and patted Mueller on the shoulder.

The two were silent again.

After walking around, Mueller's face finally returned to normal. He smiled at Leslie: "Since you are leaving tomorrow, how about I'll ask some colleagues to give you a farewell party tonight?"

"There's no need." Leslie shook his head. "Didn't you have a farewell party when you learned the news two days ago? I just want to drink in this name. Of course, if I can, I hope to have a good meal with you, but it's a pity that I still have something to do today and may be leaving later."

"Is that true?" Muller stared at Leslie for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hands to hug him. "Then I wish you a smooth promotion in the future."

Leslie hugged Mueller with his back, slapped him hard on his back, and said in a deep voice: "Take care."

The two of them used their arms at the same time, and then separated. Muller raised his hand and left straight.

Looking at Mueller's back leaving without looking back, Leslie thought that this soldier who had experienced blood and fire was different, and there would never be any drag.

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

The Brunei butler had already led two servants to pack all Leslie's belongings. When he saw Leslie back, he spoke, "Young Master, let's go now? Your Highness the Prince has been waiting for a long time."

"Your Highness the Prince..." Leslie raised a slightly contemptuous smile on his lips, then quickly retreated, nodded to the Brunei butler: "Let's go."

The news that Leslie left the Zhenbei Army did not cause much reaction, because in the past two years, no one in the Zhenbei Army had known that he was from the Stark family except for a few people, including Muller.

He was transferred to the Military Headquarters by a transfer order, and not many people knew about it.

For more than 30,000 Zhenbei Army members, he was just one of the most inconspicuous ones.

Of course, there are not many people in the entire Zhenbei Army who can be personally hosted by His Highness Eric.

Leslie followed the Brunei butler to the garrison in the town north army located in a small town nearest to the Murto Mountains. He met His Royal Highness Eric who came here specially because he came to inspect the town north army.

As soon as we met, 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 much darker than before. If you go back to Anweimar like this, you will not be welcomed by those ladies and wives like before."

Leslie smiled and touched her cheek: "There is no way. The border area is very dry in winter, and her skin cannot be maintained. Besides, she is a soldier after all, and she is too white and not decent, right?"

His Highness Eric laughed again: "Haha, it seems that you have changed a lot more than before after being in Zhenbei Army for more than two years. Come on, sit down and let's have a chat."

Although time hastily, Prince Eric still seems extremely rich in invitation to Leslie for this banquet.

In this small town near the border, he actually prepared a complete set of expensive bright silver tableware, and laid a fine velvet blanket with exquisite patterns on the table, and accompanied by more than a dozen fragrant and finely crafted dishes on the table. Just by looking at it, you know that the meal is definitely expensive.

Leslie glanced at the situation on the dining table, and silently calculated the cost of this lunch that only he and Prince Eric enjoyed. The military cotton coat he had just worn was flashing in his mind, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Prince Eric kept paying attention to the expression on Leslie's face. This slight change of expression naturally could not escape his eyes. He asked quickly: "What? Leslie, are you not satisfied with these dishes? That's easy to deal with. I'll ask someone to take it down and replace it and make it again. But I guess you have to wait for a while, and you will have to be hungry for a while."

Leslie quickly wiped off the strange color on her face, smiled and waved her hand, saying, "It's not that I'm not satisfied. But I've been eating rough food in Zhenbei Army. I haven't enjoyed this delicious food for a long time, and I'm afraid that my stomach will not be able to bear it."

Prince Eric laughed: "It seems that you have been in the Zhenbei Army in the past two years. But it doesn't matter. After you return to Anweimar City, you will immediately re-adapt to your previous life. Come and sit down. Today's meal is to celebrate your hard days in the army."

Leslie sat down silently, glanced at the extremely rich dishes on the table, and couldn't help it. He shook his head and sighed softly: "I am not alone in the Zhenbei Army. The entire Zhenbei Army's 30,000 soldiers are all like me, and many even live harder than me."

"Of course, for those who are in the army, how could life be better? When you decided to serve in Zhenbei Army more than two years ago, you should have been mentally prepared, right?"

Seeing that Prince Eric was not concerned about the hidden meaning in his words, Leslie nodded, no longer continued the topic, and instead began to talk to him about some things about Anweimar City.

Halfway through the meal, Leslie suddenly asked inadvertently: "By the way, Your Highness, I heard that you plan to rectify the Zhenbei Army and then counterattack the Kingdom of Sakh?"

"That's right." His Highness Prince Eric put down the tableware and said seriously: "We have had disputes with the Kingdom of Sakh over the years, but the Kingdom of Sakh has always taken the initiative. Now we have finally controlled the entire Murto Mountains and the situation has taken the initiative. If we don't take this opportunity to counterattack the Kingdom of Sakh, it would be too unreasonable. By the way, Leslie, why do you call me Your Highness Prince? This is too exaggerated. With our relationship, can we use this? Just call my name directly like before."

"It's different now than before." Leslie smiled and shook his head, pondered for a moment, and then said: "From the situation, we do have the conditions for a counterattack. But Your Highness, have you ever thought about how much it will cost to take the initiative to attack the Sach Kingdom?"

"Spend money?" Prince Eric frowned, looked at Leslie, and then showed a gentle smile. "Of course war costs money. But I think it's not a problem with your Stark family's full support."

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

"Since that's the case..." Leslie nodded and understood, turning to raise his glass to Prince Eric. "Then I wish the Zhenbei Army a great success in this counterattack."

Prince Eric took it down, raised his glass and clinked Leslie from afar, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Leslie leaned her neck and just kept the sneer raised from the corner of his mouth behind the wine glass. (To be continued...)
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