Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 168 Emergency Documents

Viscount Venice, the chief construction officer at the naval base, has been brainbroken by the wind and moon of the old street, several times overthrown by the design planning scheme alone. In fact, the Navy Department has been greatly surprised by the presence of such a wind and moon in Bai Lu Town. After all, the heads of the Navy are not idiots. They know how much morale and strength can be restored in a place where soldiers who have been aboard battleships for long periods of time can leave the sea, which is also the main reason why the Navy sub-fleet sends Marine Corps to control the old streets.

Viscount Venice has a headache right here, whether to bring the Moon and the Moon under the jurisdiction of the Base or to divide the area outside the Base, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. Jurisdiction is convenient to include in the base, but reputation doesn't sound good and propaganda is vulnerable to attacks by opponents in the royal court.

It can be divided outside the base but will attract the cow ghost snake god. For those who mix black and dark, this wind and moon land is a fat steak, easily forming a hideout, posing a life-threatening threat to naval generals who are out of the base for joy, and even there is a precedent for enemy secret agents to set traps to lure naval officers and soldiers into selling fleet intelligence.

Needless to say, the only military port in the Kingdom, the Neru Naval Base, is home to a number of cases of naval soldiers fighting for their lives in the dark. Even though the Navy has organized several black operations, it will not be long before the scene resumes. At the same time, protests were made by local civilian officials, arguing that the Ministry of the Navy's self-proclaimed manipulation of gangs had had a negative impact on local security order.

Headaches are Viscount Venice's business, at least this old street wind and moon place will rise and dance as usual. Claude followed a dark, deserted alley behind the old street, stopping under an old building with a two-storey, single-barreled wood structure, hiding his figure in the dark.

This old building was rented by Navy Officer Lieutenant Nuit to his own little wildcat, Miss Minnelles. Even below you can still hear the thunderous snoring coming from the master bedroom on the second floor. Looks like that bottle of spiced whiskey has put Lieutenant Nuit and his little wildcat in deep sleep.

First the magic hand, then the precise control, the door lock and the lateral gear inside were silently opened, Claude flashed into the room and closed the door.

The general outline of the objects in the room is clearly distinguishable, although dark vision is not possible after the use of the eye of detection. Claude snuck up to the second floor quietly and the door in the master bedroom was unlocked, smelling the strong liquor in the room as soon as it opened.

Two undisturbed skins on the wooden bed were entwined and slept together. There was a table in front of the bed with several plates of leftover dishes on it. The bottle of whiskey was poured on the table and had been drank. There was still a little bit of Gandhi left in the little bottle next to it. The clothes were thrown on the floor in chaos, and the room was full of the harmony of men and women, in addition to the smell of alcohol.

Claude took out the bottle of whiskey he brought, opened the lid and poured the bottle into the empty bottle on the table, and placed the empty bottle on the table. And the empty bottle, which had been drank up, was filled with wine and restocked in its own backpack, and then he picked up Lieutenant Nuit's uniform from the ground up, and he quietly went downstairs and started changing.

If Lieutenant Nuit's body wasn't similar to Claude's, then Claude wouldn't have hit his head. Although Lieutenant Nuit is a little stronger than Claude, his naval officer uniform fits Claude perfectly, as if it were custom-made.

Soon, an English martial arts naval lieutenant appeared on the old street and walked to the street in a hurry. Several street women who had yet to find a client saw the Navy Lieutenant's eyes lit up and were preparing to go forward to haunt the passengers, but saw the Navy Lieutenant lift the black briefcase in his hand, meaning that he was on official business and quickly flashed away from them.

Several Marine soldiers on duty at the street entrance are stopping visitors in their robes to enter the Old Street Moon, asking them to register their names and prove their identity. Those people refuse to make noise with the soldiers, which means that this was where they used to come from. Now the Navy has taken over and won't let them in, which is too unreasonable to say...

At this time, several Marine soldiers stationed saw a Navy lieutenant coming out of the old street, ignoring their casual business, but went out with a toast, found a taxi carriage not far away, and soon the carriage turned away.

The shoppers from those towns gathered some wine money and gave it to the soldiers on duty, which allowed them to enter the old streets. After they mumbled and complained about the distance, the soldier on duty remembered the naval officer who went out and nagged a few words and found no one to know.

Nor do they care, however, for the more than 2,000 members of the entire naval detachment stationed here, nor do they know all the officers. It's just that there's such a beautiful young lieutenant with a two-handed beard. No one has ever heard of it. It's a little strange. Finally, I guess it's probably a new transfer. I didn't see him go out with his briefcase so late. He must have been sent out by the old officers to run errands.

“Fox Estate.” Claude said to the wagon driver, then went in the trunk and shut the door.

The carriage was traveling east on a quiet and empty street for about twenty minutes, and slowly slowed down and stopped as the horseman “appealed”.

“Sir, Fox Manor is here. ”

Claude opened the door and stepped out of the carriage in front of the Fancy Craft Cast Iron Bar Gate, arched at Fox Estate.

“You wait here for me, it may take ten minutes or half an hour to get back to you for a Riasso, okay?” Claude said to the carriage man.

“Sure, sir, I'll wait here.” The wagon man was overwhelmed. There are usually only two or three sonars for a trip like this, and only five sonars for two trips. Now he can double his money in just a few moments, and of course he will. Besides, this is a Navy officer, coming to Sir Fox's manor, and he doesn't have to worry about being deceived.

Claudella rang the doorbell rope hanging by the door, and a servant arrived at the door cursing in a single shirt. Just saw a naval officer standing outside, and he immediately gave a respectful and serious look: "What can I do for you? ”

Claude stared at him in the face until his eyes turned to the ground in vain, which made him mute: “I am Lieutenant Abraham of the Naval Base, and I have been ordered by Viscount Venice to bring an urgent document for Sir Fox, please inform him. ”

“Well, this... the lord is asleep...” But when Claude looks at him with no expression, he thinks or bites his teeth: “I'll inform the housekeeper, you, wait outside the door. ”

The servant turned and rushed to the main building. It was not long before the servant walked to the gate with an oil lamp with a glass cover and a skinny old man with a raised eyebrow triangle.

“What urgent papers, bring them to me.” The old man said impatiently, waving at Claude through the cast iron gate.

“Outrageous! What are you! How dare you spy on military secrets? Do you want military justice?” Claude sighed furiously, frightened the old man, almost fell.

“You!” the old man tried to yell, but looking at Claude's uniform, he still held his tone: “I'm sorry, I'm Sir Fox's butler, Wolfe, and Sir Fox asked me to get the papers...”

Clody shook his head and said very seriously: "No, this urgent document was just delivered to the naval base, and Lord Vinicius asked me to come and hand it over to Sir Fox in person and get back to him immediately. Please inform Sir Fox that I hope he can hurry, because I have to get back to base! ”

I don't know what it means to send Viscount Venice at the naval base so late, but the old housekeeper looked so serious in front of this navy lieutenant and didn't dare to be careless. If something really delayed the emergency, Sir Fox would definitely dump the pot on him, then it would be his turn.

“Then come in first, Bid, and open the door.” The old man has an idea: "Lieutenant, please come with me, I'll inform the jazz later, you wait downstairs. ”

Claude nodded: "My name is Abraham, by the way, and I need you to get this gentleman outside something hot, and I need to take his carriage back to the naval base. ”

“Okay, Peeta, you go to the kitchen and get this gentleman something to eat and drink. ”

The servant named Python was unhappy to go to the kitchen, but the wagon man outside was so grateful to Claude that he kept thanking him.

Claude followed the butler of the portable oil lamp, Old Wolf, to the main lobby, where the old man placed the oil lamp on a coffee table, lit candles on several silver candlesticks, and the dark lobby began to light up, revealing a rich palace decoration.

“Please wait here for a moment, Lieutenant Abraham, I will inform the jazz and ask him to get up.” The old housekeeper politely said.

Claude was a stand-up, soldier-friendly man: "Thank you, Mr. Wolfe. ”

The old housekeeper went upstairs with the oil lamp, Claude stood upright for about 10 minutes, the light finally shook up the stairs, the old housekeeper came down the stairs, just halfway down and stopped there: “Follow me, Lieutenant Abraham, the jazz will meet you in the study. ”

“Thank you.” Claude stepped up the stairs and followed the old butler.

Upstairs, the old housekeeper walked to the end of the left. The wall at the end of the aisle had lit a wall-mounted candlelight, and Claude saw a maid standing next to a purple and black door engraved with fine patterns.

“Serna, where's Sir?” The old housekeeper whispered to the maid at the door.

“The master is already inside, he asked you to bring the officer directly in.” Seeing Claude, the waitress's eyes lit up and she gave Claude a glamorous look.

I have to say, Claude was really handsome and handsome in this naval officer's uniform, attracting women's attention.

“Come in, Lieutenant Abraham.” The old housekeeper opened the beautiful studio door.

“Thank you very much.” Claude first thanked the old housekeeper and nodded at the maid standing by the door before entering the study. It just didn't occur to him that the old housekeeper followed him into the study.

Two silver candlesticks have been lit in the study, and eight white beeswax-made candles emit a bright light while also emitting a slight honey fragrance that makes people feel very happy and at peace.

Sir Fox sits on a wide backrest chair behind his desk in a nightgown. He wondered how Viscount Venice, the head of naval base construction who was not quite on the road, had sent an emergency document in the middle of the night and asked himself to respond immediately. What the hell was going on?

In fact, as many in the upper classes of White Deer City know, Sir Fox was very uncomfortable with the construction of the naval base and Viscount Venice, the first being that he and the former mayor, Baron Robert Robert, had invested in the expropriation of the Real Estate Development Company's land, which was compulsorily expropriated by the naval base and the compensation paid to the original owners of the expropriated land. This was all about to go to court until the arrest of Mayor Robert, which counts as Sir Fox's loss of nearly 100 kilograms.

The second thing we all know is that the anonymous letter that was handed over to Chief Felidos about the right to trade money for the entire community takeover plan between Normanly Real Estate Development Corporation and the Naval Base was inspired by Sir Fox, otherwise no one would have been able to obtain evidence in an anonymous letter from a vast array of transactional justice documents for the expropriation of slums.

The third thing is that Sir Fox intended to split a cup in the construction of the naval base, but was publicly rejected by Viscount Venice, the first banquet held since Chief Felidos took office, which embarrassed Sir Fox and almost left him...

Watching this messenger Navy lieutenant enter the study, housekeeper Wolfe closes the door behind him, and Sir Fox asks with majesty and indifference: "Where's the file? What's the emergency to get me up in the middle of the night, I hope Viscount Venice is not joking with me...”