The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

“I just didn’t expect that even we got assigned people. Will they hold us back?” Julian asked skeptically.

“No. These two little rascals, one made old Van Drei feel utterly ashamed, and the other is cleaning up his mess.” Field replied, his hands busy as he began packing his things to prepare for departure.

“I’ve already fed the horses, is there anything else I can help with… And who is this?” Anna also happened to return.

"I'd love to say no, but this guy came back with orders."

"This is Julian, who is your senior if you're looking at it. He serves as the communications officer in our unit," Field introduced.

"Hello, senior, I'm Anna." Anna greeted Julian.

"Let's skip the pleasantries for now. We plan to leave in fifteen minutes. Hurry up and pack your belongings; we'll be gone as soon as it's time," Julian replied.

"Could you please call Wiener and Vandley?" Field interjected at the opportune moment.

“Okay, leave it to me,” Anna agreed.

Anna, who owns a storage ring, keeps all her belongings in the ring and can access them whenever she needs them, so there's no need for her to organize them at all.

Anna walked towards the carriage, lifted the back curtain, and said, "We're about to leave. Is there anything you need to prepare?"

"Is it Julian who's back?"

Upon hearing this, Vandley knew that Julian had come with a mission, and then suggested to Venere, "I still need to prepare for departure, so let's leave these things for later."

“Quartermaster, you can go about your business. I can handle the rest myself.” Vina politely declined Vandley’s offer.

“Alright, then thank you for your trouble.” Van der Ley jumped off the carriage.

Through the mechanical processes of inspection, disassembly, and replacement, Wiener became thoroughly familiar with the structure of this type of armor, and his movements became increasingly skilled.

The piece he has pieced together is the eighth suit of armor he has repaired since he started working on it.

Don't be fooled by the small quantity; these were salvaged from a pile of junk. Otherwise, they would have been melted down into molten iron.

"call……"

Venerer let out a long sigh and slowly lowered the armor in his hands. He casually wiped away the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

There were still many parts scattered on the ground.

However, Wiener had already used all the parts that could be pieced together to form a complete set, and the remaining parts could only be kept as spare parts for replacement.

The next step is to target equipment nearing its expiration date.

"Vienna's efficiency is truly terrifying."

Anna picked up the suit of armor that Vina had put down and examined it closely, eventually arriving at a terrifying conclusion.

This seemingly hastily assembled, defective product actually outperforms new products in terms of performance.

There is no difference in terms of parts. If we have to say something, the only difference is that Wiener polished the edges of some parts for aesthetic reasons.

So it's a human problem, Anna thought.

"How can we meet Miss Anna's demands if we don't hurry?" Vena joked.

Leaving aside the distant future, the thirty-two sets of knight armor that need to be delivered to the First Squadron by noon tomorrow will keep him busy all night.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? We still have over a hundred sets in stock that we can use first."

Anna blinked and looked at Vina with an innocent expression.

"...Isn't that a bit too much?"

No wonder there was no sign of anxiety on Vandley, the quartermaster; it seems he never expected anything from the start.

The fact that Wiener could fix it was a pleasant surprise.

However, Wiener's efforts were not in vain. Capable people earn respect wherever they go.

A craftsman who can repair a knight's armor by himself would naturally be classified as a capable person.

"Didn't Vena not ask? Okay, stop looking at me like that."

"With just a little time investment, you can master how to make this armor. Who knows who'll actually profit?" Anna joked.

The standard equipment assigned to trainees must be handed over intact after the training period ends.

Once you learn how to make it, it's like turning a trial card into a permanent one.

If Vena doesn't forge the Thief's Blade Armor, then having a set made using the same method as the Knight Armor after returning would be a decent alternative.

But he had no reason to abandon his perfectly good thief's sword and armor and instead use this kind of standard equipment.

In other words, Viner got nothing and even revealed the truth to Anna for nothing.

"I feel like you're the only one who doesn't lose out, right?"

"Hey XD."

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"drive!"

The sound of horses' hooves rose, and dust flew everywhere.

Anna and Vandley each drove a carriage, while Field led the way with several horses.

Julian lay down in the back of the carriage driven by Van der Ley and took the opportunity to rest.

"I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Viner leaned halfway out of the carport to look at Anna.

Upon learning that it would take two hours to reach his destination, he decisively decided to save time on the journey and repair as much as possible.

Although Anna assured her it would be enough for the time being, what if things don't?

"Right? There are many things you haven't thought of."

Anna flicked the reins, correcting the carriage's course, and the four horses became as docile as donkeys in her hands.

His equestrian skills alone were far beyond what Vina could match.

“Our mission this time is to resupply the Third Company. They received a request for help from Hanover and drove away the wolves that attacked the town. To prevent the wolves from attacking again, they have temporarily set up camp outside the village,” Vandrey relayed to Vina.

“Now that they’re out of danger, can’t we let them resupply on the spot?” Wiener asked, puzzled.

“We would do that if conditions allowed. However, Hanover is a small agricultural town, and the wolf attack destroyed a lot of crops, which will affect this year’s harvest. It would be too much of a burden to ask them to supply more than a hundred people,” Vandley explained.

“But we can’t conjure up enough supplies for so many people, can we?” Wiener questioned.

"Have you forgotten something?" Anna pointed to the ring hanging around her neck.

This ring contains enough supplies for the entire Third Brigade for half a month.

This was the greatest honor that allowed her to be assigned to the logistics unit.

Chapter 174 Hanover Town

Hanover.

As soon as they entered the town, a biting chill instantly swept over them. The temperature on their skin dropped significantly, as if they had skipped autumn and gone straight into winter.

Even those with extraordinary physical abilities, like the Emblem Warriors, felt discomfort, let alone ordinary villagers.

The white mist exhaled with each breath of the horse was as cold as the mood of the crowd.

The group carefully placed the horses and carriages outside the town, and then Van der Ley led the two newlyweds into the town to negotiate.

What should have been a golden harvest season was now nothing but frost.

The plump wheat that had not yet been harvested, and the oxen that had devoured it, all turned into ice blocks under the frost, which would crumble into dust with the slightest external force.

The battle report only briefly mentioned four words, which are something that those who did not experience it firsthand could never imagine.

"Is this the trace left by the Frostwolf?" Vena looked at the scene before her, her tone becoming heavy.

“Yes,” Vandley nodded slightly, “Although the Third Company arrived in time and prevented a large number of casualties among the villagers in the town, there was really nothing we could do about the crops on the outskirts.”

The fourth-tier monster, the Frostwolf, is born with the ability to breathe frost. Even if it is killed, it will leave behind a persistently low-temperature environment.

This disaster means that Hanover is destined to have no harvest this autumn.

"So you were the one who peed your pants in fear just now? I'm not making fun of you, there's nothing to laugh at. When I first encountered this situation, I was even worse than you."

"But you'll have to stand up for yourself sooner or later. Don't think you'll always have a way out like you did in academy. The only people you can trust are your comrades and the weapons in your own hands."

As soon as the three entered the town, they saw that every house was brightly lit, but without exception, the doors were tightly closed.

In the middle of the road, nearly a hundred members of the Knights Order sat on the ground around a campfire.

One of the most striking figures was a muscular, blue-haired man with a bare upper body.

When the three arrived, he was still educating several young college students.

The Knight's Armor boasts incredible defensive capabilities; even the Frostwolf's fangs and claws failed to harm it.

But the relentless spray of frost eventually seeped through the gaps in his armor, turning half of his arm purple with cold.

Despite these unfavorable conditions, he still managed to kill the alpha wolf in the pack, forcing the remaining frost wolves to flee in disarray.

Such a victory came at a price.

After the battle, the armor was completely stuck to his skin. It took one of his knights half a day of warming it with a torch to finally remove it.

The stark contrast between the complete numbness caused by the low temperature and the intense pain caused by the scorching flames was almost unbearable, yet he still had the leisure to comfort the new recruits in his team.

The Third Squadron, at the cost of thirteen lightly wounded and one seriously wounded, wiped out fifty-three Frost Wolves.

The thirteen lightly injured were mostly new students who lacked both personal strength and experience, so their injuries were understandable.

The only seriously wounded soldier was Company Commander Baz, who, despite being the most severely injured, insisted that the medic treat the others first.

“Baz! We’re here,” Vandley called out to the burly man.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Buzz quickly turned around and saw three people, led by Vandley, and hurried forward to greet them.

"Hey, Captain, you've finally arrived. If you hadn't come, we would all have gone hungry tonight."

Judging from Baz's title, it seems that Vandley took over as quartermaster after stepping down as company commander.

"Stop joking around with me. How did I teach you? How did you manage to get yourself injured over such a small matter?" Vandley said, blowing on his beard.

"I was just anxious to save people... haha." Baz kept smiling apologetically.

“You’re a team leader now. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with you leading from the front, but you need to think carefully about the consequences if you fall!” Vandley lectured him without any politeness.

"Captain, don't worry, I'm pretty tough... Ouch, ouch, ouch."

“Still being stubborn.” Vandley withdrew his hand from Baz’s wound. “Bring me the list of supplies needed.”

"okay!"

Baz beckoned, and a knight immediately trotted over, took out a parchment scroll from his person and presented it with both hands, then immediately stepped back to give the group some space.

Van der Ley took the scroll but did not open it; instead, he handed it directly to Anna.

"I can approve the consumption of medicines, weapons, and armor, but the amount of food consumed is incorrect, isn't it?"

Anna quickly grasped the data on the supply list and questioned, "Logically, you should have enough rations to last at least three days."

"I've divided those up."

"what?"

“I told them I had distributed it to the villagers in town,” Vandre admitted.

"The only industry in Hanover Town is farming, and the harvest is just a week away. The timing of this Frostwolf attack was too fatal; the crops are completely lost."

“After deducting the seeds to be saved for next spring and taxes to be paid, they have nothing left. I think they need these rations more than we do.”

“...You can only help for a short time.” Anna was silent for a moment after hearing this, then sighed softly.

"Isn't it good if it can solve their immediate needs? We'll leave them the frost wolf pelts later. We'll sell those pelts for money, which will be enough to get them through the winter."

Despite his burly appearance, Baz had even thought of a way out for the villagers.

“Do you know what doing this means?” Anna questioned.

Emotionally, she admired Buzz for making such a move.

However, logically speaking, Baz's act of privately distributing military rations without permission was clearly a serious violation of the Holy Knights' discipline.

"At the very least, you'll get a disciplinary action and then a severe scolding from the captain, right?"