Chapter 835: Warmth (Part 2)

Adair suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"Marshal Veselov..."

Adair's lips trembled with nervousness and excitement. Cautiously asked Marshal Veselov:

"Is what you said...all true?"

"of course it's true."

Marshal Veselov said with a smile.

"I have personally contacted Duke Chishoval not long ago."

"Duke Chishoval is willing to return your wife, is also willing to hand you a generous compensation as an apology, and is willing to apologize to you publicly."

After confirming that he heard correctly, Adair could no longer control the trembling of his body.

This is a tremor caused by excitement.

When he came back to his senses, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Great..." Adair murmured softly.

Adair just feels now - great, really great.

After so long, someone was finally willing to seek justice for him.

After his wife was taken away by Duke Chishoval, Adair lived in despair every day.

He was only a first-class military attache, and his status in the army could only be considered neither high nor low. There was no way he could fight against Duke Chishoval.

After his wife was taken away, Adair wanted nothing more than for his wife to return safely.

Adair had thought carefully about how to get his wife back from the hands of Duke Chishoval.

Adair has thought of many methods. Among so many methods, except for those extremely extreme methods, there are only two methods that are likely to work.

One is to ask the country's big shots for help.

One is to strive to climb to a high position in the military and become a big shot.

The first method can be said to be wishful thinking, because Adair does not know the big shots in any country at all, and there is no way to seek help from the big shots.

The only possible way to do it is the second way.

But if he wants to use the second method, how long will he have to work hard to climb to a high position in the army.

If he wanted to fight against a noble of Duke Chishoval's level, he would have to be promoted to marshal no matter what.

How long will it take for him to become a marshal?

Since the founding of the Holy Hiran Empire, all those who eventually became marshals were a bunch of old men whose hair was mostly gray.

The youngest marshal in the history of the Holy Hiran Empire was already 49 years old when he was awarded the title of marshal.

Adair knows his ability, but he doesn't have that much ability to break the current record.

In other words, even if Adair starts working hard from now on, by the time he is finally lucky enough to obtain the title of marshal, he may already be an old man with almost all his teeth.

By that time, his wife no longer knew how many children she had given birth to to Duke Chishoval.

Maybe by the time he finally obtains the title of marshal, his wife will have died of old age.

Therefore, this second method is also not feasible in terms of the time required.

Neither approach was feasible, so Adair fell into despair.

However, at this time, the light of hope finally bathed in Adair.

There are no words to express his gratitude to Marshal Veselov. All Adair could do was to kneel on the ground with tears in his eyes and thank Marshal Veselov one after another.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you... thank you..."

"alright."

Marshal Veselov reached out to help Adair with a look of helplessness.

"Get up quickly, Acheson.

"

However, Adair seemed to be nailed to the ground. Marshal Veselov spent a lot of effort to lift Adair up from the ground.

"Work hard, Acheson."

Marshal Veselov patted Adair's shoulders affectionately.

"As I just said."

"I've done a good job investigating your past."

"After investigating your past achievements, I found that you are a talent with great potential and worth cultivating."

"The reason why I promised you that there will be no more discrimination in the Southwest Front and to help you get your wife back is because I don't want people like you to be ruined by these avoidable things."

"So - do it well!"

"As long as you are willing to work hard, I will train you well and put you to good use!"

Looking at Marshal Veselov's sincere eyes, Adair felt a strange feeling well up in his heart.

Adair felt very warm now.

A warmth surged in his heart, making Adair feel like his whole body had warmed up.

"yes!"

Adair replied loudly while choking.

"I will definitely fulfill my duties! I will never let down the marshal's expectations!"

…

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Late that night.

There is a medium-sized forest in the western suburbs of Chupol Fortress.

Although this area of ​​​​the woods is not large, it is surprisingly eerie.

Because this forest is so gloomy, and few people go to the west of Chupol Fortress, this forest is an inaccessible place. People who visit this forest throughout the year may not even visit it. to a hundred people.

However, in this forest where no one should have gone, someone was quietly approaching.

The person quietly approaching the woods was an ordinary-looking young man.

This ordinary-looking young man was one of the many scouts sent by the Britannia Empire to Chupol Fortress.

And this ordinary-looking young man happens to be an elite among the scouts.

This ordinary-looking face is the biggest weapon of this young man.

Because he has a face that people will forget once they see it, this young man is best at mixing in the crowd to get information, and is also best at shaking off tracking.

When approaching this forest, this young man did not forget to keep looking behind him to see if he was being tracked.

After confirming that he was not being tracked, the young man entered this dark forest.

As soon as he entered this dark forest, a female voice without any emotion sounded from his left front:

"Merlin?"

As soon as this female voice fell, the young man replied in a calm tone:

"Arthur Pendragon."

This is the code between the scouts.

The scouts responsible for spying on the intelligence of the Chupol Fortress set up their base camp in this sparsely populated forest.

Everyone must exchange codes before entering this forest.

The code is "Merlin" and "Arthur Pendragon".

Merlin is a loyal assistant and friend of "King of Knights" Arthur Pendragon.

According to historical records, Merlin was a magician and prophet, possessing powerful magic and prophetic abilities.

However, because there are too few records about Merlin in history books, and few people have seen magic, many historians question Merlin's identity, believing that Merlin is not a magician or prophet, but just an ordinary waiter beside "Knight King" Arthur.

However, no matter what Merlin's identity is, there is no doubt that "Knight King" Arthur has a loyal assistant and friend named Merlin.