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Text Chapter 1 The Whip of Ten Thousand Arms (2)

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    (ii¡®)

    ***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. He was an invisible servant made of magic power, a magical creature without intelligence.

    No matter how you look at it, there is no human atmosphere in this house.

    There is only magic.  Magic permeates the entire building.

    "NoI should be able to do it too."

    It¡¯s not ¡°I¡±, it¡¯s me.

    Focusing on the glass bed again, the magic inside was simply showing off its presence.

    Why didn¡¯t you notice it before?

    ??Pressing her fingers on the edge of the glass bed, she suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart, like an electric current rushing through her body.

    I feel the magic on my fingertips.

    As she recalled the power of magic, the magic flowed wildly along her arms, asking her for permission.

    "This isa magic net?"

    When I said this word, an alarm bell rang somewhere in my mind.

    I don¡¯t know why I feel wary.

    But I seem to be able to figure out why.

    "Stationary field"

    When you pronounce this magic name, you know its effect.

    That is magic used to preserve soulless bodies - or magic used to imprison the most dangerous characters.

    Knowing these things does not make the mystery less, but more.

    Now I can¡¯t even estimate my own age.

    This place should probably indeed be a prison - a prison that even top magicians would find difficult to break through or reach.

    No matter who accomplished this for whatever reason

    "That's a powerful and dangerous character."

    He analyzed "himself" in a low voice.

    No matter who accomplished all this, waking up by yourself would be an accident for him or her.

    What¡¯s worse is not knowing how to get back to the previous state.  I can no longer pretend that nothing happened.

    (ii)

    *********

    September 13, 1666

    The sailors mutiny at the Robert Eyre War Ready Passage on the west side of Fort Forte

    *********

    The "leader" who was kidnapped by the rebel sailors, Rear Admiral Darrow Salami, was squatting behind the strong door of the warehouse, peering through the shooting hole at what was going on in the square outside.

    For a major general, this move is not elegant, but he is really concerned about this negotiation that is related to how long he can live in the future.  His group of "staff officers" who had just been "transferred" from rebel sailors were also lying on the blinds, observing the actions on the other side through the gaps.

    Ten minutes ago, they had completed all preparations and made a request for negotiation to the other party.

    After the rioters who took advantage of the situation were wiped out by the gendarmerie, these rebel leaders remembered that, as free men,The center of the ** regime, Fort Foti not only has big figures from the 12th Freedom Division and the 7th Fleet, but also has 50,000 army and 50,000 navy troops stationed there.  Now that there is a rebellion, there is indeed a chance to fight for it, but the greater possibility is that the rebels will be wiped out in one fell swoop.

    In order to ensure their own safety, they hurriedly negotiated unoriginal and outrageous negotiation terms, and then worked hard in this restaurant converted from a warehouse, converting the restaurant into an "orthodox fifth fleet temporary".  flagship".

    Then, they waited nervously for a reply from the military police commander opposite.  This wait was only about ten minutes, it was as long as several days.

    "The other party agrees to negotiate."

    Hearing this reply, some people breathed a sigh of relief, while others became nervous.

    I don¡¯t know who whispered: ¡°He is coming.¡±

    ? ?Everyone knows who they are talking about.  The commander of the military police force was the most famous hero in this freedom war.

    The small square in front of the warehouse was not too wide and was originally crowded with wounded and defeated soldiers.

    But as soon as they saw that person coming, the large crowd parted in panic, making a way for the person to come.  Even the mutinous sailors who were seriously injured were dragged to the roadside by their companions.

    "This scene is like a sickle cutting through the waves of wheat."

    "He didn't even bring any guards. Not one."

    "Even if we don't bring any guards, what can we do to him? I heard that he dares to stop even the emperor's own troops. What a madman!"

    "Even if he is a lunatic, he is still a terrible lunatic. Do you want to stand in front of a lunatic senior officer?"

    Listening to the almost desperate discussions of the staff around him, Major General Darrow couldn't help but be infected by these emotions.  It's like suddenly hearing that your opponent has all your cards before one of the most important business negotiations - no, it's worse than that.  This is after hearing that the opponent has mastered all his trump cards, and at the same time, he also heard that the opponent will never give in.

    "Be quiet," the major general coughed twice. "If you still want to live to see the next sunrise, clear out the hall and greet our distinguished guests properly. Don't let me hear 'crazy' again."  , that¡¯s not our negotiating strategy.¡±

    At this time, the "madman" they were talking about was walking through the square, looking at the falling "wheat waves" around him.

    Nemen Thoredon was not interested in speculating on the thoughts of the leaders of the mutinous sailors.  What attracted his attention were the sailors around him who had participated in the mutiny.

    What is reflected in the pupils of those navy sailors is fear, despair, dissatisfaction and helplessness.  It was a creepy look, filled with only indifference, endless indifference.  These were not the fanatical and greedy thugs he imagined, but people who thought they had been abandoned by the entire world.

    Having been in the Army for so long, Naimen has never seen such a look in the eyes of officers and soldiers.  Not once.

    "Is this the world's strongest free navy? Why is there such a sentiment?"

    I always feel like something is wrong, but I can¡¯t say it.  The sailors in front of me did commit a crime, but

    The memory of taking the oath when accepting the position resonated with the scene before him, flashing through Naimen's mind uncontrollably.

    "The military governor is the scabbard, and the gendarmerie is the whip"

    ¡°I swear to work for the welfare of all free citizens and to build a better free army and free navy"

    He opened his lips slightly and repeated the oath in his memory.

    "Better Free Army and Free Navy".

    Naimen knew he would not issue an order to "attack and annihilate".

    The young officer stopped in front of the door of the restaurant converted from a warehouse, raised his right hand, and knocked politely.  Through the shooting port set up on the warehouse, at least 10 muskets were aimed at him.

    "I am a representative here to negotiate."

    After several minutes, the heavy iron-clad warehouse door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

    What appeared in front of Naimen was a corridor illuminated by several dim magic lamps.  This walkway leads to the end of the hall, where there is a performance stage made of stacked wooden boxes.

    The stage was supposed to be a scantily clad oriental dancer, but now it was replaced by a hastily constructed podium.  The direction of the magic lamp was concentrated in the center of the stage. Three or five wooden boxes were put together to form a long table. On the long table were several charts and a sextant. I don¡¯t know where these mutinous sailors found them.  of.

    The mutinous sailors "stand in awe" on the walkway from the door to the stage, just like the courtiers of the Holy Empire Emperor in popular dramas.  Their posture at attention was amateurish and a bit ridiculous by Army standards.

    But Naimen didn¡¯t laugh.  He smelled the strong smell of whale oil.

    The oil lamps on all the tables have been extinguished, and the dining tables have been chopped into firewood and arranged around the hall.  The dining tables and wooden boxes were all sprinkled with whale oil, which could burn the restaurant into a sea of ????fire at any time.  He also noticed that more than one person was holding fire.  Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, staring at his left arm.

    "Red one-sleeved military uniform"

    You can hear whispers.

    In order to prevent irritating these nervous sailors, Naimen removed his left hand from the pistol on his waist and slowly walked towards the opponent's commander.

    "Stop! State your identity, Major!"

    The leader of the rebel sailors sat to the side of the command table.  He was not wearing a military uniform. He looked like a general, but his tone was very rude.  Regardless of his age in his forties, his slightly fat belly, or his well-groomed beard, it all proves that he is a man who lives a pampered life.

    Why would such a person lead this mutiny?

    Naimen thought in his mind, took two steps forward, spread his hands: "Don't be so nervous. I'm here to help you. You know who I am."

    Major General Darrow frowned imperceptibly.  The young man in front of him did not directly answer his questions, nor did he get into the rhythm of his negotiations.

    This made him slightly uncomfortable.  But before he could say anything, a sailor next to him jumped in angrily: "How do we know you are not a fake?! If you are really that person, where is your medal?"

    "Ah, do you want to see the evidence?" Naimen smiled, explained in a relaxed tone, and slowly moved his right hand to his waist, "Don't be nervous, I'm just showing you the evidence."

    The rear admiral frowned again.

    The sword in the young man's hand slowly unsheathed, emitting a warm orange light that almost illuminated the entire room.

    This sword has been widely circulated in recent rumors, and every sailor has heard its description.

    "I think this is enough to prove that I am the commander of the ** Military Police Regiment, the Commander of the Intre Army, Major Niemen Soleton."

    Naimen casually scratched the ground with the tip of his sword, and the sword body surrounded by orange light cut into the floor tiles as smoothly as a table knife cutting into cheese.  This sparked a commotion among the surrounding crowd.

    "Now that I have confirmed my identity, let me confirm the safety of the hostages. Isn't this request too much, General? If you find it inconvenient, I don't need to ask for your identity."

    Major General Darrow hesitated for a moment, and immediately the mutinous sailors began to clamor.  He sighed slightly and replied: "Fifth Fleet Guard Fleet No, Commander of the Fifth Fleet, Rear Admiral Darrow Salami. Sorry, I can't let you see the hostages before you agree to our conditions.  Major Thorleyton."

    "I want to see the hostages." Naimen refused to give in. "I want to see them now."

    "Major General, we can't let him see the hostages without permissionat worst, we'll detain him too!" A die-hard mutinous sailor couldn't help shouting.

    Major General Darrow snorted coldly from his nose and scolded sternly: "Don't mess around! Do you know what will happen if the Major cannot leave safely?"

    Naimen continued with a smile: "It won't happen. I emphasize again, I am here to help you. As the commander of the ** Military Police Regiment, I don't want to see more casualties. This is not  It will increase even a tiny bit of honor. However, in order to truly fulfill your request, I need to see the hostages."

    This time the rear admiral spoke before his subordinates could interrupt: "Can't you agree to these requests? Our request is not complicated. Give us the ships originally belonging to the Fifth Fleet, fully loaded with water and food and the equivalent of ten million gold pounds.  of ransom, and making sure the Big Red Fleet doesn't come after us. You have the authority of the Council of Ministers, and you can do most of that."

    Nemenna returned his sword to its sheath and gave Major General Darrow a somewhat thoughtful look.

    "Only most of them. I know that one of your hostages includes the commander of the Seventh Fleet. To realize your conditions, I must have his consent. Your future destiny can only depend on the person who is about to take over this sea area.  Man. And I carry with me an order to give him¡ª¡ª"

    ¡°At this point, it¡¯s impossible for Major General Darrow not to know what Naimen meant.

    He rubbed his eyes, sighed deeply, and confirmed: "Are you planning to convince Admiral Pease Wayne?"

    Naimen nodded: "Thisis the only way to solve the problem.  "

    The mutinous sailors looked at each other.  They all knew that they did not actually control the second floor.  Some brothers did go up, but none of those people came back to confirm that they had controlled the hostages.  It is not so much that they captured the Admiral, but that the Admiral and his guards did not choose to fight to the end.  For a while, no one agreed to this condition.

    Even Major General Darrow lowered his head in thought and murmured: "Are they hostages"

    "Or are you not controlling the hostages? With the power you have at hand, can you really make up your mind to fight against the escort of a naval marshal and a senior senator?"

    Naimen¡¯s words were like a bolt from the blue, causing the whole place to become chaotic.  More than one person drew his sword or grabbed a musket, ready to fight.

    However, Naimen¡¯s next words stopped them.

    "But I'm here to save you! You want safety! You want the ship! You want to escape with the loot! But where can you escape to?! Your enemy is the Free Navy! And in  You don¡¯t even have a shipyard behind you! Can you defect to the Empire? Or the Saint? The chance is very small! Only the Seventh Fleet can provide what you want - you can even return to the Navy!"

    The sailor leaders were in a commotion again, exchanging glances with each other, but no one expressed their attitude.  Naimen's analysis is indeed very reasonable, and it vaguely speaks to their worries: no one believes that thousands of people can become pirates, and most of them may not die well.

    Naimen waited patiently for them to finish exchanging glances, then raised his finger and pointed at the stairs.

    "Take me up! Since they are not willing to condescend to solve the mutiny problem here, then I have to step forward." Naimen replied, "Can you please lead the way, Major General?"

    Major General Darrow looked around and saw that most of the sailor leaders did not object, so he stood up and nodded in agreement.

    *********

    The door on the first floor was closed behind, blocking the view behind.

    Darrow Salami and Naimen took a few steps and went up the stairs.  Naimen lowered his voice and said: "Okay, tell me the truth now, Rear Admiral. I can hear that you can't help yourself"

    The rear admiral suddenly stopped, his legs went weak, and he knelt in front of Naimen with a plop, his voice filled with tears.

    "Your Excellency, save me! I am not the mastermind of the mutiny!"

    A trace of surprise flashed across Naimen's face, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to help the rear admiral in front of him.

    "Even if the army and navy are not subordinate to each other, I am definitely not worthy of being called 'Your Excellency'"

    Darrow still couldn't get up from his knees, and his tone was urgent and fast: "Now is not the time to talk about this, Your Excellency! I can't control those sailors. If they think the situation is bad, the entire warehouse will turn into a sea of ??fire!"

    "Tell me about the situation on the second floor." Naimen went straight to the core question, "What kind of hostages are there? How many of you are up there?"

    "About thirty people went to take control of the second floor, but no one came back. According to what was said when the hostages were gathered, there were some weird Imperials, former congressmen, and senior officers of the army and navy among the prisoners. Your Excellency, you must also be suspicious.  There were people behind this mutiny, but we can't determine which of these people were behind it"

    The major general was only halfway through speaking when suddenly there was a "pop" sound from the direction of the stairs, followed by a series of collisions, as if something heavy was rolling down the stairs.

    Naimen and Darrow looked at each other, nodded in unison, put away all politeness, and hurried towards the stairs.

    There were two men in coarse cloth standing at the entrance of the stairs, and the door facing the stairs on the second floor was still shaking slightly.  They were not wearing military uniforms, and Naimen could not tell who they belonged to.  He glanced at Darrow. The rear admiral also squatted down and looked at the hands of the two people, judging their identities from the cracks and calluses on them.

    "It's a sailor who participated in the mutiny. He didn't die, he just fainted." The major general hesitated and said, "It seems that the other party has probably predicted it."

    "I will come to them directly. And they have already expected this, so they followed the mutinous sailors here. The intentions of these people are really interesting. By the way, Major General, have you learned any kind of magic?  It doesn¡¯t matter what system it is, maybe we won¡¯t go in peacefully.¡±

    Major General Darrow touched his belly and smiled bitterly: "When I was young, I went to a missionary school for two years, but it was not suitable for me. The magic network is probably too trendy for me. The navy does not need those low-end spellcasting  Or, 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, please put 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 straight towards him at a speed faster than a Ying Dao.?Resistant door hiding in wooden wall!

    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.

    The two swords in her hands were surrounded by silver holy light, which was very pure and strong.

    "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 said there are some weird Imperial people upstairs?That's right.  My reputation shouldn't be enough to intimidate these high-ranking priests of the empire, 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."

    Wei Taiping 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 planning to become the Overseer of Intre?"?It's not 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 governor.  "

    In the silence caused by magic, these words sounded as sharp as the edge of a sword.
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