Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 231: Baroness's protest

“Sir, why are you letting them go? ”

After this tiger snake-tailed interrogation, Claude instructed the correspondent to place the three master servants in an empty room on the second floor of the wooden building, and when they left, Markzi was unknown, so he asked.

“What can you do with them?” Claude questioned, pointing to the gun accessories in the parcel on the table: "If the Baroness Vacoussili's father was the master gunman, the famous Librevid of the Duchy of Esquillin. Miloski, then we can't blame her. Her father is the man our kingdom needs. If this firearm master is unwilling to serve the kingdom because of us, it will most likely punish us to please their fathers and daughters. So we'd better do everything according to the procedures set out above, don't make personal mistakes...

As for the accessories to these two guns, we do not have to go to the bottom of the matter, and many regiments are now equipped with these Obash 3 guns, which have been captured by the enemy, who would not otherwise have made their precise target guns based on our guns. As a famous firearms master in the eastern part of the continent, it is normal to be interested in studying two firearms privately. Even if it were known, it would only make you smile, and even feel very honored and proud. After all, it is not easy and exaggerating for a firearm master to attract the interest of a manufactured firearm equipped in our kingdom.

Of course, if this Baroness Vacoussili cheated on us, that would be no big deal. We don't know her and the gun master. We don't know if they really have anything to do with it. So I left them all here, and I reported them to the battalion to send someone to Pacacia City to investigate. If what she says is true, then we let her go, and if what she says is a lie, we'll fix her later. People are here. Are you afraid they'll get away? Anyway, it's really clear in a few days, it's just that we'd better treat each other with courtesy... ”

Markie understood: "Sir, you are still considerate. I thought it was a female agent who caught the enemy, so I was glad that I could make another note of the battle and hope to be an official lieutenant officer in the kingdom, just like you. ”

Speaking of which, Claude was also a little confused: "By the way, it's been over a month and a half. How come we haven't come down with the Blackmaple Castle credit yet? And there's no mention of the hard work of snow climbing in the Picklet Mountains. At least we have to reward our Ranger Battalion. As a pioneer of the road, there's no credit and hard work...”

But Claude just sent a few complains. Forget it. Now the Blue Feather Regiment, which has captured the southern three counties of the Principality of Eskilin, is tantamount to inserting a sharp blade in the enemy's heartland. Whether the anti-Olympic allies of the Principality of Rimodra or the Principality of Eskilin are in a very bad situation. When the rainy season ends in March, the decisive victory in the eastern part of the continent is near.

Claude wrote a paper about the Baroness of Vacoussili, and then he sent a correspondent to copy two more copies of the paper and put it on the pigeon's leg, so he could get a reply from the battalion tomorrow morning.

There are three main ways of communicating with the army in the Kingdom of Auvellas, the highest level being the Eagle Messenger, which has been bred since childhood and used to deliver letters, fast and confidential. It is only a small quantity and cannot be equipped on a large scale. The second is pigeon communication, although three of the same letters need to be sent at a time in order to avoid accidents along the way and the loss of correspondence and information. The last one is the fast horse, the marshal can run more than 800 miles a day.

As for the three Baroness Vacoussili stewards, Claude arranged them in the room on the other side of the corridor on the second floor of the wooden building.

The second floor of this mansion, which Claude had requisitioned, consisted of four rooms in a row, the original lord Novelik. Baron Wei Fringsland built it as a foothold for his autumn hunt with friends. The four upstairs rooms are all small and have their own toilets. The largest room downstairs is the restaurant, said to be where the lord returns from hunting to have a banquet with his friends. Next door is the kitchen, and there is a grocery room and a maid's room.

Claude lived upstairs in the leftmost room, and as his waiter, Mike and Big Grimes wanted to live downstairs in the maid's room, and was driven upstairs by Marchik, which meant that as a waiter to the chief, the closer he should naturally be to the chief, so that he could hear the chief's orders at all times. And then he took over the maid's room downstairs, and Claude wanted him upstairs, and Marky said he, as Squadron Leader, should stay downstairs, so he could get up at night and visit the post.

Nobody wants to live upstairs with Claude, except for Mike and Big Gummy, which is probably the class of the Royal Army. In addition, although Marquette is a sergeant and squadron captain, she is still a long way from being a full-fledged officer of Claude's kingdom, and living with Claude feels more restrained and unrelenting than living downstairs.

Two telecommuters occupied the grocery room on the ground floor, as a group of six pigeons required a quiet space to avoid disturbing the pigeons' inability to carry out their communications tasks. So there were two empty rooms upstairs, and Claude took the middle to the right as a study and his own office, and the rest as a guest room, ready to be used by battalion officers when they came to inspect. Now comes the time to use it as a home for Baroness Vaxili's master servant.

As for the two cannon squadrons of a medical soldier and the remaining squadron, they were all housed in that empty stone warehouse, which also had two upper and lower floors, with more than enough troops stationed in one squadron. Moreover, since checkpoints have now been set up on the highway, requiring a small group of soldiers to go down to work, and the cantonment site needs to be rotated with outpost patrols, the accommodation of nearly sixty soldiers is relatively spacious.

It is still winter and is not suitable for moisture, and when the rainy season has passed, Claude will need to arrange for soldiers to build the camp. The highway on which this outpost is located leads to the Kanas Prairie and the eastern part of the Principality of Eskirin, arguably the current trilateral border zone. Even if these two highways are not convenient for large regiments to navigate, think about the Bluefeather Regiment's experience of crossing the Picklet Mountains from a smuggling trail, Claude feels unable to relax his guard against the enemy painting a tiger like a cat and inflicting this on himself.

At present, Claude can only send reconnaissance cavalry to patrol the mountain lanes far away on a daily basis, and if he does find hostility, he can only withdraw if he makes a slight resistance after reporting it, but he did not intend to leave this life here. After all, the orders received were to set up checkpoints, guard against infiltration reconnaissance by undercover agents and small enemy forces, and suppress local rebels. If the enemy raids heavily, he will not be able to stay here, and a warning retreat is the best option.

Hopefully this winter until the rainy season the enemy is unwilling to move. If he is still stationed here after the rainy season when the earth is softened to warm up the soil, he will need to construct this cantonment camp and at least be able to resist a large enemy force attack. Claude had looked at the terrain four times in the meantime and had some thoughts about turning the site into an insurmountable fortress. Perhaps by that time the enemy will attack, it will be sending its own kung fu.

Knocking on the door, Claude retracted his two feet on the table, which made him think twice, the sky was already dark, and it should have been Mike who brought himself dinner.

“Come in.” Claude said.

The door was open, but it wasn't Mike who came in, it was the Baroness of Vacoussili. The beautiful lady whispered, angry and had a plate in her hand.

Claude stood up in a hurry and apologized with embarrassment: "Sorry, how can you let the honorable lady do the waiter thing? I will immediately teach that lazy waiter so that he won't bother Madam in the future...”

The beautiful lady looked shocked and seemed surprised that Claude would say something like this, “Boom," she chuckled: "This is mine, not yours. ”

“Uh?” Claude's a little strange. It's your dinner. What do you mean you brought it to me?

The beautiful lady put her plate on Claude's desk, and then fingered, drummed, and blamed Claude: "Young sir, would you please leave us here and entertain me like this? ”

Claude looked down at the food on the plate, yes, standard food, two slices of rye bread with bacon, a roasted sausage, a cup of black tea, and a plate of potato stewed dried beef. Even as a lieutenant officer, this is what I eat, which is an extra fried egg and a little fruit candy...

“What's the matter? Not for your taste?” Claude asked.

“Of course!” the beautiful lady looked at Claude angrily: “You leave us here, and I can cooperate with your investigation to prove that I'm not a spy. But you must treat me with the nobility I deserve, a diet like this is very appropriate for my two maids, but it is an insult to me. So I'm here to ask for food and drinks that fit my aristocracy so I can forgive you for the mistakes you've made for a moment. ”

Claude suddenly felt her headache and dared the beautiful lady to ask for aristocratic treatment that suited her identity. Sister, you are being held in our custody on the way to escape with a suspected secret agent on your head, can you please converge? This is an army garrison, not a noble estate you have come across on your journey. Where will I find food that suits your nobility?

If it hadn't been for the pigeon correspondence sent to the battalion just this afternoon to report on the beautiful lady, Claude would have ordered her to be released immediately. Markie, this guy is not a spy. He's got himself in big trouble. He has to be an ancestor. If this beautiful lady is truly the beloved daughter of Master Byrd, she must bear with herself, even if she is angry, to the satisfaction of this beautiful lady.

His father, Master Byrd, is a well-known expert in the design and manufacture of firearms in the eastern part of the continent, and the kingdom's much-needed talents are all on that internal list. Even with the demise of the Duchy of Eskirin, the firearms master will still receive very high privileges in the kingdom. Being his daughter, she really had to entertain herself so that she wouldn't complain and say something bad about herself in front of her father, which would have a negative impact on herself even if she submitted to the Kingdom in the future.

Claude stood upright, bowed slightly, and performed a courtesy of the nobility: “I'm sorry, my noble Baroness, it was my negligence, and I'll have them rectified immediately. Please stay here for a moment and I'll come down and prepare a dinner that suits your personality. ”

The beautiful lady's eyes lit up: "Are you a nobleman too? ”

She met with Claude in the line of duty to bow down to a very standard, and that's why she asked.

Claudella pulled the bell rope at the corner of the wall and shook her head: "I am not a nobleman, I am of civilian origin. But my pharmacology teacher is noble in the kingdom, and like you, she is the Baroness. She forced me to learn all these aristocratic manners, and she thought I would one day become a member of the kingdom's nobility. Now I am promoted to Lieutenant, an official officer of the kingdom, a quasi nobleman who can perform these aristocratic manners. ”

Mike knocked on the door and said, "Sir, what can I do for you? ”

“Grab a bottle of good fruit wine from my bedroom and bring that silver candlestick to light, and I'll have Baroness Vacoussili over for dinner.” Claude said, turning to the beautiful lady: “Baroness, you can taste my wine and I'll go down and get you dinner. ”