The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Is it a secret mission?"

"Oh no, that's not it. We're not on a special mission, and it's not that I don't want to tell you. I'm just... thinking about how to explain it to you."

Andrew waved his hand, smiled, and shook his head, saying:

"First of all, I don't know Mr. Yin Lai's purpose. I suggest you inquire about it through family connections. As for my personal opinion..."

Andrew shrugged and smiled helplessly:

"You may not believe it, but I really just wanted to keep my friends company and not fall too far behind them."

Andrew was right about one thing.

Eberlen was indeed unwilling to believe it.

For such a dubious reason, he actually volunteered to go to the Bloodbath Zone?

Blinking, Eberron couldn't help but ask:

"You...do you want to die?"

Could it be that Andrew, having finally gained freedom after breaking free from his family's constraints, wants to choose his own way of dying?

"Haha, how could that be? I know it sounds absurd, but it is indeed a small, but crazy, idea of ​​mine."

With a faint smile and a shake of his head, Andrew's smile faded, and he spoke firmly:

"Besides, I won't die so easily before I catch up with them."

She observed him suspiciously for a long time, but in the end, although Eberlen did not continue to ask, she did not sense any suicidal thoughts in him.

On the contrary, Andrew was filled with strong self-confidence at this moment.

And the will to strive toward a certain goal.

She had seen many, many people, and those with such willpower on the battlefield were the most likely to survive.

"What about the other two?"

After a moment of silence, Andrew clasped his hands together on his knees and slowly said:

“They said…they came to bear witness.”

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Tong Kong suddenly contracted, and Eberlen almost revealed his surprise.

They're here to witness it too!?

"...What do they want to witness?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know either. They didn't tell me any more details."

Eberlen was initially unsure whether to go into the Blood War Zone with Andrew and the others.

But now, she's actually quite interested.

If the other side's strength is indeed consistent with what was reported, then they truly have the ability to protect their safety.

Having made up his mind, Eberlen no longer hesitated and spoke directly:

"I am here on behalf of Grand Duke Hanci to convey his will. He will approve your application to enter the Blood War Zone, but there is one additional condition."

There weren't actually any such additional conditions, but Eberron wouldn't tell Andrew the truth.

Andrew seemed oblivious to this, nodded knowingly, and asked softly:

"So, what are the conditions?"

Sitting up straight, Eberron looked Andrew intently into his eyes and said:

"Take me with you and make sure I'm safe."

Nobles are the kind of filthy beings who will lie at will for their own benefit.

Thinking this, Eberron sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately...

I am an aristocrat.

Chapter 389 You Will Die

Grand Duke Hanci only allowed her to follow those people and witness it with her own eyes, without saying anything else.

All Eberron did was add an extra condition to his words.

It did not violate the will of Duke Hanci, and at the same time, it protected his own safety.

Although, this was to some extent a deception of the team.

Even though Eberron always hated lying like a nobleman, he still had to tell such a lie for his own safety.

If they are truly willing to go to the bloodbath zone at all costs, then they certainly won't refuse such a price.

Even if it means they have to devote some of their energy to protecting a "burden".

No, to match one's noble status, it should be a "porcelain vase" that is beautiful but impractical.

With a self-deprecating smile, Eberron shook his head gently.

But to Eberron's surprise, after a moment's hesitation, Andrew did not give a clear answer, but instead declined somewhat apologetically:

"...I'm sorry, Ms. Eberron, I cannot give you an answer to this request right now."

Ok?

"No, you don't seem to understand. This is not a request, but a requirement that must be fulfilled."

"Please rest assured, I fully understand Grand Duke Hanci's request, but... I still need to inform my teammates and discuss it with them before I can give you an answer."

Sensing something was amiss, Eberron narrowed his eyes.

"Aren't you the captain? Don't you have the authority to make decisions about things like this?"

Eberlen sensed that things weren't quite what she expected; Andrew didn't seem to have as much control over the team as she had imagined.

Although Anthony has a higher status, he's always been a slacker, so he certainly won't have any objections on this kind of thing...

No, if he heard that a woman was joining, he would even raise both hands in approval, he would agree 100%.

The remaining two masked judges shouldn't refuse the request of Grand Duke Coldthorn, a legend of the Inquisition...

So why did Andrew hesitate?

Seeing Eberron's furrowed brow, Andrew shook his head with some trouble, thought for a moment, and then carefully said:

"Madam, please forgive me if I have offended you. Please allow me to ask you a question..."

Staring intently at Eberron, he asked softly:

"You, have you never actually been on the battlefield?"

winter.

Although Eberlen did not answer, the slight rustling of her feet betrayed her true feelings.

"Sigh, I knew it... I think I understand why Grand Duke Hanci wanted you to follow us."

Andrew nodded knowingly and sighed softly.

“Ms. Eberlen, although you are on the front line, with all due respect, you do not seem to understand what a real battlefield is.”

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"You're saying I don't understand the battlefield?!"

The anger he had vented earlier reignited, and Eberron suddenly stood up, glaring at Andrew.

“Those data, those command strategies, those reports… I was involved in every single one of them. If I don’t understand the battlefield, then who does?”

Could it be that legendary executioner who only knows how to stay cooped up in his room all day and never goes out?

"What do you know, I..."

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

Raising her hand, she interrupted Eberron's impassioned words. Although her words were as gentle as before, they made Rafaya, who was standing behind Eberron, slightly shift her gaze.

Something has changed.

Calmly raising his head, Andrew looked at the angry woman whose wounds had been touched, and said softly:

"Please don't be angry. I'm not insulting you. I'm just saying... ma'am, you do lack some essential knowledge."

Yes, after understanding the problem with Eberron, Andrew chose a different approach.

Andrew shed his aristocratic disguise and revealed his true nature as a raven from the court.

“I am not denying your ability to direct and process data. As a former clerk, I know very well how excellent you are in this regard.”

"However, even if you know that knowledge, it doesn't mean you truly understand the cruelty of the battlefield."

Andrew pressed his hand down, gesturing for Eberron to sit down.

"So, I wonder if you're aware of a particular tradition within the Watchers' command hierarchy?"

"Tradition?"

Nodding, Andrew smiled and began to explain:

"In the Watchmen's system, unlike the combat order, all command orders are internally developed."

Soldiers can be recruited from outside, but commanders can only train them personally.

Do you know what the final test is for those reserve officers in the command sequence to become full members?

Andrew expressed some admiration for the person who initially made the decision, saying with a touch of emotion:

"They will no longer act as commanders, but as executors to personally complete a task."

what?