Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 80 Lieutenant General Draven

When Ryan had to change into the suit that was tailor-made for him and got into the car heading to Stuttgart, he realized that he was going to attend a banquet instead of attending a staff meeting as before.

Brinkmann was much better than him, until Ryan suddenly remembered something after the car entered Stuttgart.

Inside the car, watching the scenery slowly receding outside the window, Ryan turned his gaze to Brinkman sitting in the back seat.

She was wearing a light blue dress. Her healthy and muscular shoulders and neck seemed to be about to burst the silk fabric. She stood there abruptly, with no expression on her face, like a doll.

But Ryan didn't care about that. He loosened the blue striped tie around his neck so he could breathe more freely. He then asked Brinkman, "What's going on with Lieutenant General Draven from the General Staff? You two seem to know each other?"

It wouldn't matter if he didn't ask, but once he did, Brinkman's expression became as twisted as a doro dog licking a lemon.

"Do you really have to ask this at a time like this?"

Although his expression was still grimacing, Brinkman sighed and explained, "Noble children above the rank of Lord all lived in the Imperial Capital when they were young. Before the Farlan Revolution, Lieutenant General Draven was responsible for the upbringing and education of these noble children."

"Oh, your teacher."

This was very confusing. Ryan nodded deeply: "No wonder you and Ms. Hellingen don't want to go."

Brinkman's expression seemed to relax a little. She raised her hand slightly, wanting to put it on the car door window frame, but when she was halfway up, her eyes went dark.

She found that she couldn't do this move - she was much bigger and stronger than Katherine von Hellingen, and if she tried to lift her hands forcefully she would probably tear the straps.

Ryan noticed this, so he immediately turned his head and looked at the endless stream of people on the road in front of him, saying, "The commander said I have a meeting with Vice Admiral Draven today and asked me to pay attention, but I have no idea at the moment."

"He doesn't ask too much of men."

Brinkman put one hand on his chest and said in a calm tone, "It would be better if you wore a military uniform. A suit would make him pick on you subconsciously."

"Then didn't you tell me earlier?"

"The prince asked you to wear a suit. What's the point of me saying that?" Brinkman said with a hint of anger in his tone.

She hadn't eaten for twenty hours, and it was only because Ryan brought her a few pieces of chocolate before she got on the bus that she didn't faint from hunger.

Ryan was also speechless about this.

He decided not to offend Brinkmann again.

At the same time, the car passed through the city of Stuttgart and entered a quiet road.

Ryan almost immediately saw a manor not far away. The white three-story building looked like the emperor's palace, and the beige marble exterior walls emitted a dazzling light under the setting sun.

Dozens of cars were neatly lined up in front of the main building. Some people dressed as coachmen were chatting around the fountain, while those old men and middle-aged people who were obviously from prominent families disappeared into the magnificent lobby under the guidance of waiters.

"See that guy in a tuxedo and a top hat?" Brinkman suddenly spoke up.

Ryan saw the man without much searching: "Yes, the one with white beard and braids. Is he General Draven?"

"The short guy next to him is."

"what?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment and instinctively wanted to turn around, but found that the other person had already met his eyes.

The old man, who was nearly 70 years old, was leaning on a cane, his back straight, and his sharp eyes seemed to be fixed on Ryan. As the car moved forward, he swept across a large area of ​​land.

There was a jolt.

"Don't look back," Brinkman's voice came from behind. "Once the car stops, get out immediately. Remember to hold your chest high and your head up. Then open the door for me and help me out." "He cares that much?"

Ryan's expression tightened, and he quickly tied his loose tie, thinking: Where did this Rong Mama come from? How could she be so meddling?
"No," Brinkman immediately denied Ryan's statement. "Holding your head high and chest out is for you. You helped me get out of the car because I felt my clothes might be stretched. The pothole we just passed..."

Ryan felt that his earlier nervousness was all for nothing: "If you had been a little more assertive, you wouldn't have had to endure this."

Brinkman was blunt about this: "Is this something I can decide? Do you believe I would be sitting here even if I had said no?"

"That's another matter."

As Ryan finished speaking, a teeth-grinding sound came from the wheels.

The car slowly stopped.

He immediately stood up, and as Brinkmann had said, he sent away the waiter who wanted to come forward, and helped the young lieutenant out of the carriage.

Then, the sound of several feet stepping on the loose gravel ground came from behind.

Ryan instinctively straightened his chest like a new soldier, let go of Brinkman's hand, and turned to look at the person who came.

The old man, wearing a white suit with gold embroidery, was leaning on a cane. He carefully examined Ryan and Brinkman, lingering on their ties and shoulder straps for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Good evening, Viscount Mia von Brinkmann, Captain Ryan Flieger."

"It's an honor to see you here, General Draven."

Ryan spoke first, knowing that it was not a good time for Brinkman to speak: "Commander Hellingen..."

"I've already scolded that brat and Schubert. They seem to think it's proper to have two officers from the Empire dressed like peacocks in heat, forgetting that the Empire is currently at war."

Draven said this, but his eyes were still fixed on Ryan's slightly crooked and untidy bow tie.

This made Ryan feel very uncomfortable, and Brinkman couldn't stand or move because she was wearing high heels that she was not used to.

Ryan heard the sound of her parting the stones under her feet and immediately put his hand behind her waist to support her.

Draven watched Ryan's actions, then glanced at Brinkman, and sighed as if he was disappointed with his friend. "You don't have to be so formal. Viscount Brinkman, do you have a spare dress?"

"As for the military uniform..." It was Ryan who spoke.

"Then go change into them."

Draven shook his head. "The waiter will take you to the locker room. Relax tonight. This isn't a formal banquet, just a simple gathering."

These words immediately made Brinkman feel relieved, and then several people heard the sound of the line being broken.

Ryan immediately looked away, Draven shook his head and turned around, only Brinkman stood there with a gloomy face, motionless.

It was not known how long it took, but Draven finally spoke, seemingly because he realized that Ryan had no idea what to do.

"Captain Flig, Viscount Brinkmann is your companion. You should lend her your coat at this time."

After speaking, he added another sentence.

"The General Staff and I will be waiting for you in the temporary conference room. Come over after you finish your business with the Viscount."

(End of this chapter)