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***The time and location are still unknown***
Still can¡¯t remember anything about myself.
Even when thinking, it seems difficult to construct the existence of the concept "I".
"Since you can't remember it, don't think about it," I said to myself, "just use the current situation to reason."
The reflection in the mirror looks familiar yet strange.
The person in front of her is a beauty no matter by any standards.
The long golden hair has not been taken care of for a long time, and it is disheveled all the way to the waist, but the hair quality is still very good.
Though he was thinking, he was unexpectedly calm, as if he was not thinking about his own affairs.
The fact that she is a beautiful woman does not provide any comfort to the current situation, but only makes the analysis more complicated.
It¡¯s only now that I realized how weird this room is.
There are no windows in the room, not even a skylight.
Only prison can be so depressing. No, even prisons don¡¯t intentionally build rooms without windows.
"More likea princess in a tower?"
But there is light here.
Soft light emitted from the walls on all sides. It was not the light of an electric lamp, nor an oil lamp, nor a candle.
What is lost is all personal memory, not knowledge. In the knowledge section, there are also these words.
But she knew the room was not lit using these technologies.
"It's magic."
When I say this word, there is an inexplicable feeling of intimacy. A way to change the laws of nature with faith.
"I" should be able to do magic.
I carefully recalled the appearance of the butler. It was made of magic power, which was probably too trendy for me. The navy doesn't need those low-end spellcasters, only mages who aim beyond the range of cannons can survive on the waves. For a rear admiral of the rearguard fleet, being able to manage sea trade is much more useful than being able to use magic. "
Naimen held his necklace and lowered his voice to connect to the magic network, "Annie, I want a suitable illusion magic and detection magic. It doesn't need to be too advanced. It just needs to be able to disguise my position and detect the distribution of the opponent's people. No need. Detecting magic power is useless anyway."
"I'm not Annie, just a knowledge base." The familiar voice was still cold, but the words used in each query seemed to be a little shorter than the last time. "The query is completed and can be used."
Naimen was not good at detection and illusion type magic before, and the magic network is a great complement to his mastery of these aspects. Through the simplest magic and life recognition, he could vaguely see the distribution of people in the elegant rooms on the second floor through the door.
Considering that Major General Darrow didn¡¯t know much about magic, the goalkeeper Nai relayed the situation at the door.
"There is a group of people lying behind this wall, but only some of them have life responses. They are probably the mutinous sailors. The remaining people are divided into three no, four parts. There are about seven or eight people leaning on the left hand In the corner, sixteen or seventeen are at the end of the right wall, more than twenty are staying in the distance, and there are two more in the center of the room? This magic reaction is not concealed at all, they are fighting? Among the mutinous sailors, there are A magic officer on board the ship?"
Darrow shook his head and denied: "It's impossible. Who can get a garrison mage in the navy without a fortune of tens of thousands of gold pounds? They get 10% of the money just like the captain."
"10% of **?" Naimen asked.
"Ah, you may not have read the regulations." Seeing that Naimen was not clear about this rule, Major General Darrow explained, "Article 3 of the regulations stipulates that the garrison mage can obtain 10% of all seizures and bonuses. Unless he is blackmailed , otherwise no captain and garrison mages would participate in such an unintentional rebellion."
"So, the 'high magic reaction' inside can't be one of your people" Naimen made a vague stroke in the air with his hand, pointing out the range of potential threats, "By the way, I would like to ask, the remaining nine Whose share will it belong to?"
The rear admiral was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know Naimen's intention, he still memorized the original text of the regulations.
"If something is captured in a naval battle, it will be divided into ten shares. Three shares belong to the Maritime Trade Committee of the Parliament. One share will be shared from the fleet commander to the squadron commander. The captain will take one share alone, the garrison mage will take one share, and the deputy lieutenant will take one share. Share one share with the second lieutenants, and three shares equally among all sailors"
¡°Sounds like it¡¯s fairthen why are there so many mutinies?¡±
Listening to this information about the navy, Naimen nodded thoughtfully.
He kicked the door slightly with his foot, opening it, and at the same time created the illusion that his phantom was stepping inside.
"Everyone pleasePut down your weapons, stop attacking, and prevent misunderstandings¡ª¡ª"
The phantom¡¯s lips moved in response to Naimen¡¯s voice, looking perfect. He actually didn't expect the people in the room to actually put down their weapons and stop attacking, but he had to say something about the situation.
The two "high magic reactions" that were originally confronting each other in the middle turned around at the same time. Before, the two people were standing on either side of a short table, vaguely confronting each other, but now they were both staring at Naimon who suddenly appeared at the door.
"Hmph. Do you still dare to send reinforcements?"
I have never seen this person who let out a cold snort. His weapons and his moves have also been seen by Naimen.
Whether it¡¯s the recurved oriental sword or his pirate-like outfit, they all look familiar. That had been a friend of Annie's¡ª¡ªor Bonnie's, who knows.
¡°What¡¯s Kai¡but why is he here?¡±
The man who looked like a pirate sprinted to the door as fast as the wind, the sword in his hand making a piercing scream. The tip of the kukri happened to stay on the neck of the phantom created by Naimen, and it almost pierced the phantom a little further.
Naimen hurriedly stopped his illusion to prevent being seen through. He noticed that the man had some sort of Free Navy epaulette on his shoulders, but it was covered by his long, messy seaweed-like hair, making it unclear what rank he belonged to.
"I am not a mutinous sailor" Naimen continued.
The man holding the sword did not listen to what he was saying. Instead, he flicked his wrist and turned the tip of the sword slightly: "Illusion!"
Almost at the same time, the person standing on the other side of the short table also moved. It was a tall man, and Naimen couldn't see the man's face clearly.
Almost at the same time that Naimen removed the illusion technique, the man pulled out a huge two-handed sword from nowhere and dragged it almost from his shoulders to the ground.
Before Naimen could sigh, the big sword had already rushed towards the wooden wall where Naimen was hiding at a speed faster than a Yingdao!
The thin wooden partition walls were as fragile as paper in front of such a two-handed sword.
This whole-hearted sword smashed through the wooden board. The blade cut into the door frame and pointed downwards. The smoke and choking dust almost obscured everyone's sight.
In the smoke and dust, an orange light rose against the trend!
This orange light also cut through the wooden partition wall, lying across the path of the giant sword.
The light flashed away, and the silver sword was silently broken into two pieces in the middle!
There was an exclamation all around: No one expected that the powerful sword would be broken like this. There is probably only one famous weapon that can do this¡ª¡ª
"Mercy?"
More than one person in the room called out its name. There are not many people who can recognize the names of weapons visually and by their effects, which fully proves the high quality of the "hostages" in this large room.
The castration of "Mercy" in Naimen's hand stagnated slightly, and its sword spine knocked away the half-cut sword that was flying, and then it was sharpened into a thorn, and the sword light went straight towards the owner of the giant sword on the opposite side of the wooden wall!
"Abandon the sword!" Naimen shouted lowly and put his right foot on the ground for a moment to show that he had no ill intentions.
But the "mercy" in his hands never stopped. With the length of his arms, if the other party didn't retreat, Mercy would definitely pierce his chest.
The owner of the giant sword had to take a step back. But then, the man caught the half-severed sword in the air with his hand, and immediately gave the order.
"Double sword form!"
The other person¡¯s voice sounds like a woman, but it is very attractive, low, hoarse, and full of magnetism. Following the command of this voice, the two broken swords turned into double swords and regained their fighting power.
The speed of this round of attack and defense is faster than lightning.
The onlookers were sighing at the fate of the giant sword just now, but they didn't expect that the sword wielder still had some remaining strength. Whether it was catching the broken sword in the air or the weapon deforming, it completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Stop! That's not the enemy!"
¡°It¡¯s from the gendarmerie!¡±
Such shouts rang out from the camps on both sides of the room, both men and women.
The two fighting men re-formed a confrontation across the destroyed wooden wall, carefully sizing up the opponent in front of them.
That ¡°mercy¡± is enough to prove Naimen¡¯s identity. Regardless of the sharpness of this weapon, or the great achievements it represents in killing generals, capturing flags, and protecting free nations, no one can ignore it.
The owner of the big sword, or rather the double sword, is a tall silver-haired woman, wearing a nun's uniform without any clerical identification mark, but it can be seen that it is the style of the Northern Orthodox Church.
On the two swords in her hands, lingering wordsThe silver holy light is of very high purity and intensity.
"I seem to have seen the characteristics of this transforming weapon somewhere in Fort Steele, right?"
The voice that looked particularly like Anne instantly answered Neimen's question: "That is the 'Arbiter of the Covenant'. The most advanced blessing weapon collected by the Orthodox Church, it is one of the sacred weapons that the chief bishop and cardinals can choose for themselves. one."
"I don't remember seeing this woman, but I must have seen the magical characteristics of this weapon"
The Orthodox nun opposite seemed to recognize Naimen.
"You are not from the navy that sword. Are you the commander who stopped the Emperor in Lenny, captured the Mercy, and arranged Lenny's retreat?"
The tall nun pulled her hood down again, her tone becoming urgent and fast.
"So be it." The other party suddenly became excited, leaving Naimen a little confused. "I am Major Naimen Soleton, the commander of the military police regiment who came to rescue you. Are these high-ranking priests of the Orthodox Church? Why are they so? it's here?"
"We are here to deepen our understanding with various sects in the south"
"We are here to strengthen communication with powerful people in the new regime in the south"
It¡¯s not just the nun in front of me who is talking. In the Imperial camp, another nun was also speaking, but there were subtle differences between her statement and the words of the person in front of her. Naimen noticed that those sitting at those tables were all clergymen wearing clerical uniforms from various Orthodox sects, and subtly, most of them were women.
The person behind her was only halfway through speaking when the tall Orthodox nun suddenly turned around and rushed back to her group of companions. The second woman who spoke was pushed back by the tall nun, and then she nervously said something to the remaining people, even giving up her self-introduction in the middle of the sentence.
Naimen stared at this scene in astonishment, thinking: "They were right when they said there were some weird imperial people upstairs. My reputation shouldn't be enough to scare these high-ranking imperial priests, right?"
"If it were me, I wouldn't trust these Imperials, Major. No matter how nice they say it, how saintly they look, or how big their breasts are, every Imperial man dreams of taking down your South. regime."
It was the pirate-like man who intervened.
"Captain of the Seventh Fleet 'Jishui', Captain Feng Jian Gangma. Speaking of which, have we met somewhere?"
"I have a similar feeling, but I can't remember it. Maybe we can have a drink later." Naimen replied cautiously, "Let's get down to business. I hope to meet His Excellency, the Commander of the Seventh Fleet"
¡°That¡¯s me.¡±
This voice gives people a straightforward feeling, but it cannot be rejected by others.
"Perhaps you remember this guy's Thai name. This guy's Thai name is Kezmi Stiehaus. Our Seventh Fleet is accustomed to using oriental-style names to facilitate local command."
Nai Men turned his gaze to the visitor. Different from his initial imagination, Peace Wayne was not a domineering captain who was somewhere between an admiral and a pirate, but a man who looked to be over fifty years old, with a gray beard and black hair, and a somewhat bookish air. yellow-skinned oriental people.
Thinking about the location of the Seventh Fleet and the history of opening up ocean routes over the past few decades, Naimen felt that there was nothing strange about this. If the Fifth Fleet had not been almost completely destroyed, the Seventh Fleet, which had been stationed at Lingyang Gate all year round, would not have been withdrawn. This fleet is of course dominated by local Oriental sailors, and it is not surprising that there is a marshal of Oriental origin.
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"If you want to find Admiral Pease Wayne, this name refers to me. But if you are Luo Ruide's disciple, you should be able to call me by my Eastern name directly."
If you want to sum up the impression of this naval marshal in one word, it should be said to be "elegant"; but his speaking style is completely naval, loud, straightforward, authoritarian, and uncompromising.
This contrast reached its extreme when Naimen heard his Dongfang name.
"My surname is Wei, and my given name is Taiping."
Naimen hurriedly recalled the Eastern language of his three-legged cat, and spelled out the last name and first name of the person in front of him in his mind. He knew that in Eastern countries, the surname usually comes from the father, while the first name is chosen by oneself.
What kind of person would give himself such a name?
He couldn¡¯t help repeating this extremely domineering name, and raised his hands in a military salute.
"His Excellency, Marshal Wei Taiping of the Navy."
WeiTaiping casually patted Naimen on the shoulder, but this gentle pat made Naimen almost take three steps back. The navy marshal in front of him was by no means as weak as he looked.
"You have solved the mutiny problem, Major."
Naimen nodded and replied humbly: "In a sense. This is the commander elected by the mutinous sailors, Rear Admiral Darrow Salami"
He turned his head and pulled the still stunned major general into the room. The round of attack and defense just now scared the rear admiral to the point where he sat on the ground and couldn't breathe for a long time.
"Is he from the Fifth Fleet? We'll talk about his affairs later. Mutiny is not a big deal."
Wei Taiping just glanced at him and then turned to Naimen again.
"I know you have another thing with you. Take it out, that is the core."
Naimen was slightly surprised again. He vaguely realized that everything he did was actually calculated by the navy marshal in front of him. He reached into his arms and pulled out the roll of parchment contained in the metal mailbox.
"I have brought you the appointment letter from the Military and Political Council"
Wei Taiping patted him on the shoulder "gently" again. Even though he was prepared, Naimen still felt as if his shoulder blade was about to break. The elegant person in front of me may have even more amazing physical strength than the imperial female priest wielding a big sword.
"There's no rush. Let's sit down and have a few sips of tea first."
The marshal left the others behind and strode into the private room. Naimen hurriedly followed his footsteps.
"You have probably heard of this one. The former joint member of Webster who represents the provincial constituency of Interport and Twin Ports in the Republic of Intre. Now, we can talk about business, a disciple of Marshal Luo."
Wei Taiping sat down in the elegant seat and put a scroll with oriental characters on the table. The surrounding area immediately fell silent.
"Are you really going to be the Commander of the Military Police? It's too late to give up now. This is not a position that everyone can do. You have proven that you can be a good military police commander, but you have not proven that you can be a good military police commander. A good warlord."
In the silence caused by magic, these words sounded as sharp as the edge of a sword. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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