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Chapter 696 Anxiety in the Heart
Everyone knows that Grand Duke Wesson often travels incognito, so who knows who the young man picking up girls on the street is.

The situation in the area around Wiesenburg is now more tense than ever. Every household has sent people to clean the streets. When Buxa was directing people to unload grain and load it onto trucks, he saw a middle-aged porter spitting on the ground. A group of policemen and "sanitation supervisors" wearing red armbands dragged the man to the side of the road, beat him up, and then took him away.

There were many people at the dock, transporting wheat, just like at Buxa, and it was a mess everywhere.

There are still many things to do next, including finding a place to live, a warehouse to store food, and inquiring for information.

In the past, some people would come in advance to make preparations, but this time they had to find a place after they arrived, and the group finally settled down around noon.

Buxar had just paid the rent when he soon received the latest news that the first round of bidding was held at Victory Ranch.

His face suddenly turned dark. He only seemed to feel bad about the rent, but in fact, that place was his sad place.

There is no choice but to continue on the road.

The staff of Weisenberg designated a route for the bidding convoy to go to Victory Ranch to avoid all roads being blocked. This happened to be the route that Buxar took that year.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Boxar?"

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Marzouk."

Buxa met the steward of a nearby territory and they started traveling together.

Marzuk whispered, “I heard that Count Weissen is planning to build a bridge over the Elbe River to make it easier to cross the river.”

Buxar immediately asked, "Is the news confirmed?"

Marzouk said: "The news now is that the bridge will definitely be built, but the specific location and type of bridge have not yet been determined."

"There is a rumor in Weissenberg that this bridge is likely to be used by trains, and the debate is now over whether the train bridge should be built separately or together with the bridge."

Buxa had no idea how to build a bridge, but he was very clear about the military significance of a bridge that could accommodate trains.

If the bridge is built, it will be the core focus of future wars.

The two chatted as they followed the convoy forward. On a section of the road, carbonized wood stumps and fallen tree trunks could be seen among the new trees on both sides, indicating that there had been a big fire here before.

Buxar's face didn't look very good. Back then, the magicians of the Piast Kingdom passed by here in a carriage, drinking and singing. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden violent explosion on the road and on both sides, and then a group of people rushed out and carried out a massacre.

Fortunately, the target at that time was the Mage Corps, and he, as the rear guard knight, did not receive much attention and almost did not escape.

The road is much easier to travel now than it was back then. The place where Frederick defeated the Piast army has become a tourist attraction, and even the camps of both sides have been restored as hotels.

Buxar's face was very dark. The residence assigned to him happened to be the place where he had been stationed before, and he had also used the well not far away.

People at that time were very superstitious, especially those who had survived the battlefield.

Buxa couldn't help but wonder if the God of Light was hinting at something.

After settling down, he walked around the camp and observed. Because he walked with a slight limp, it was quite conspicuous and soon attracted the attention of the security guards.

The security guard came up and asked, "Excuse me, can't you find your tent?"

Buxar immediately waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm worried that there will be a fire here."

He knew a lot about setting up camp, and the first thing he thought of was an accidental fire that burned down the camp.

The security guard said, "Please don't worry. There are automatically triggered fire extinguishers in every tent here. We are also equipped with fire-fighting tools. There is also a fire brigade nearby. If there is a fire, it will be put out immediately."

As he spoke, he showed Buxa the fire grenade on his waist.

Buxar felt relieved and began to wonder if it was some other problem, such as a plague or a flood.

Two nights later, Marzouk went out for a drink with Buxar.

Marzuk asked him in confusion: "What's wrong with you recently? Everyone around you knows you. Why do you always suspect that something bad is going to happen, either a fire or a plague?"

Buxar took a sip of his cold beer, shook his head and said, "I always feel uneasy, worried that something big is going to happen."

Marzuk shook his head and said, "What big deal can it be? You can think of something that others can't think of?" "This place is built according to the military camp of the Kingdom of Piast on the surface, but it is actually built according to the military camp standards of Grand Duke Wessen. The problems you are worried about have been prevented."

Buxa nodded silently. He had looked around in the past two days and found that the various safety and sanitary facilities were very reasonable.

Marzuk continued, "I think you are frightened by this bidding. You are too nervous."

"Why are you so nervous? It will be the same as before. Is the wheat you brought moldy?"

Buxar immediately said, "How is that possible? I checked before I came out, and the wheat was excellent."

Marzuk patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's it, what are you worried about?"

"I'll treat you tonight. Get some sleep and stay alert. Count Weisen will hold a banquet tomorrow afternoon, and the bidding will start the day after tomorrow. You can't make any mistakes."

Buxar thought that he was probably overthinking it, so he took a sip of beer and said, "Thank you. I'll treat you to a meal in Hanma City after the bidding is over."

Marzuk smiled and said, "I am really looking forward to it."

Buxar drank a lot tonight and was awakened the next morning by shouting and footsteps.

"Camp Roar!"

He broke out in a cold sweat and finally realized what he was worried about.

Camp roars can also happen in places with strict discipline like the military. Now that a large group of people have gathered here, the chances of it happening are even higher.

Buxar ran out of the tent immediately. If he had been a little later, he might have been trampled to death inside. Then he followed the crowd and ran to an open area.

He just ran out of the tent and took a few steps when he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

It was not a camp roar, but six steam airships were slowly landing on the grass outside, and people were rushing over.

There had been rumors that Grand Duke Wesson was nearby, and now a steam airship had landed, most likely to pick him up.

Countless people wanted to catch a glimpse of Grand Duke Wesson, so Buxa could only follow the crowd and go outside.

Count Weissen had already sent people to cordon off an area on the open ground and prohibited anyone from entering.

As soon as the hot airship came to a stop, someone delivered supplies such as food and water.

All the windows of the airship cabin were covered with thick curtains, so no one could see who was sitting inside.

Count Weisen trotted onto airship No. 1 and came down more than ten minutes later.

"Disperse!" he said to the crowd, "It's just a routine exercise for the Wesson Air Force, and they're delivering some official documents to Hanmar City. There's nothing to see!"

Until the airship took off again, Grand Duke Wesson did not appear, and the people quickly dispersed.

Buxa climbed to the top of a flagpole and looked carefully. No one got off the airship, so it seemed they were just passing by.

But the anxiety in his heart suddenly grew more and more.

"Crack!"

The flagpole suddenly broke, and there was a cry of surprise all around.

When Buxa got up from the ground, he suddenly found that the flag looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the coat of arms of His Majesty Casimir, but it had no details and was just blocks of color, so people who were familiar with it could still recognize it.

Now his anxiety was even greater.

At noon, Frederick welcomed the elite soldiers from the Wireless Communications Institute of the Wesson Scientific Society, led by Psyche, who came down from the airship.

(End of this chapter)