A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Under normal circumstances, he would naturally dress properly before going.

"It looks like things are pretty urgent," the captain said, raising his eyebrows.

“You’re right, it is indeed urgent,” Eric said in a deep voice.

If Eric's guess is correct, the Federation should take some action against the Empire.

As for whether it will be a big move or a small one, Eric is still unsure.

That's why he needed to find Bai Wei, his chief of staff.

Eric had intended to rudely push open the door to the Chief of Staff's room.

But he found that his injury was quite severe and he couldn't exert any strength.

He looked helplessly at Captain Alice.

“Captain Alice, this is the time for you to step up,” he said.

Alice didn't move immediately, but instead made a gesture.

This was her secret code with Eric, meaning he wanted to treat her to a meal.

"Didn't you ever think you'd get fat?" Eric couldn't help but ask.

"Colonel, what are you talking about? I take great care of my health," Alice said calmly.

She knows her appetite well and exercises a lot, so how could she gain weight from eating just a little?

"The main reason for obesity is eating more than exercising, but there's no need to worry about that, as I exercise a lot."

"..." Eric was speechless for a moment, realizing that he shouldn't have brought up this topic with Alice.

"So, Colonel, what's your decision?"

"I just asked you to push open a door."

"so what."

"I'll treat you to a nice meal, but be careful not to overeat." Eric sighed deeply.

For the first time, he found opening a door to be such a hassle.

After Alice got what she wanted, she gently knocked on the door.

"Come in," an aged voice came from behind the door.

Only then did she push open the door.

“This is troublesome. I just brushed it off,” Eric said.

For someone like him who never interrupts his career advancement, many so-called "details" of superiors and subordinates no longer matter.

Alice didn't speak, but stood to Eric's side, in the position of his deputy.

"Eric, you wouldn't come looking for me unless something happened," Bai Wei said slowly, glancing at Eric, who was covered in injuries.

"Isn't it obvious? You old man Baiwei, you really like to talk nonsense," Eric said.

“When people get old, they can easily do this.” White was clearly unconcerned about Eric’s rudeness.

He had known Eric for a long time, having basically watched him rise to the rank of colonel.

In fact, even Eric's philosophy was learned from White.

If Eric is so upright, he should thank White for leading him well.

"Speak, what is it?" Bai Wei raised his old eyes and looked at Eric.

“I ran into some Federation guys on the street and got beaten to near death,” Eric told Whiteway about what happened that day.

"You were beaten to the point of near death?" Bai Wei was a little surprised, because he knew what level Eric's fighting ability was.

Although he was a colonel for thousands of years, his combat strength was no less than that of a general.

"He was beaten to the point of near death on a rainy day."

“This is really interesting.” Chief of Staff Bai Wei pinched your chin and fell into deep thought.

"Where's that guy from the Federation?"

"She's dead."

"died?"

“There was a slight mishap. I was rescued, but the person who rescued me killed her.” Eric did not mention Bray’s name.

Because although Bray isn't wanted now, he was once wanted.

He has no interest in backstabbing someone for no reason.

"The person who saved you is really amazing." Noticing that Eric didn't elaborate, Bai Wei didn't ask any further.

"Forgot to say" and "did not say" are two different things, and Bai Wei can clearly distinguish between them.

“I think the Federation is planning something,” Eric said after a moment of contemplation.

"Don't think that way. Since they sent people, they obviously want to do this," Bai Wei said.

"That guy was also carrying a strange baby. Although I don't think it has anything to do with the Federation, we should still be careful."

How bizarre is it?

“An infant who can cast a spell to leave on its own,” Eric said simply.

Bai Wei rested his chin on the back of his hand and remained silent for a few seconds, wondering which supernatural film set this character had come from.

"The Federation's informants recently reported that the Federation's military factories are fully operational."

"Are they going to declare war?" Eric's pupils contracted, and he asked instinctively.

"Declaring war? That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"They're building an aircraft. We don't know what kind of aircraft it is, but it doesn't look like a simple airship," Bai Wei told Eric, sharing everything he knew.

It includes some rather confidential information.

“There’s one more thing,” Eric said.

"Go ahead."

“I believe there is a traitor among us.”

"Indeed."

A question mark appeared above Eric's head.

“We recently caught him.” White looked at Eric with interest, wondering how he would react.

"I didn't even know that."

“After all, you didn’t ask, did you?” Bai Wei smiled slightly.

"He received benefits from the Federation and sold a lot of intelligence about us."

Eric looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"Isn't it hard to understand why someone would betray their own country?" Bai Wei asked.

"A little."

"Actually, I don't quite understand either." Despite his age, Bai Wei still couldn't grasp the thoughts of those traitors.

If the empire is gone, how well will they fare? When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken.

"If someone said they could make me decades younger, I might actually become a traitor," Bai Wei joked.

“Don’t do that,” Eric said, looking at White with a serious expression.

He didn't want Bai Wei to betray his ideals for such a trivial reason.

"There's no way to turn back the clock, at least I don't know of any," Bai Wei chuckled.

Many older people have wondered what they would do if they could go back to their younger selves.

Bai Wei was no exception.

However, he knew that such things were illusory, and that selling his principles for such things would make him feel that he had wasted his life.

"Colonel Eric, when you get back, remember to tell the people guarding the border in the capital to 'prepare for air defense.'" That was all Bai Wei said.

However, Eric basically understood what White meant.

“Running errands, right? Captain Alice is best at that.”

"Please let me continue to be a quiet beauty," Alice said coldly.

Goodrid stood inside a military factory, stepping on a part of an aircraft.

He was no longer wearing the simple, somewhat shabby linen clothes of the past, but instead was wearing a federal uniform.

His current identity is no longer that of a rat that can only run around in the sewers, but rather that of the Vice President of the Commonwealth of Leicester.

As for how he transformed from a thief into the vice president, the process is quite intriguing.

"When exactly can this thing take off?" Goodeed glanced at the engineer beside him and asked.

"Soon," the engineer replied to Goodluck with a very formulaic answer.

Within the Commonwealth of Leicester, very few people considered Vice President Gullid to be of any rank or prestige.

Listening to the engineer's tone, Goodeed simply curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him meaningfully.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time," Gurid said softly.

Little did he know, he had already gripped a dagger in his hand, ready to be drawn at any moment.

He wasn't exactly a magnanimous person, but since the aircraft needed this engineer, he let it go.

The engineer had no idea that he had just narrowly escaped disaster.

How many ships are there in total?

"In total, there should be five," the engineer sighed.

The Federation wasted a lot of resources building these airships, and it's unclear what the president was thinking.

For ordinary people, there is no doubt that peace is the best thing.

Everyone wishes for lasting peace so that they wouldn't have to suffer the hardship of displacement.

Unfortunately, someone will eventually start a war, because that's the easiest way to profit.

There will never be a shortage of people like Capras who enjoy waging wars to gain more benefits.

This includes Goodreed, who is inherently greedy and takes human selfishness to the extreme.

He didn't care how much suffering the war would bring to the people below; he only cared about what he could gain.

Is it wealth? Or power? Or some other mundane thing?

He'd be happy with either of them; he wanted them all.

"Five ships? That seems enough."

Originally, according to Goodrid's idea, there was no need to build a very heavy armed airship.

However, all the spies planted in the Will Empire have been captured, which is very troublesome.

The initial plan was to coordinate an attack from both inside and outside, but now it seems impossible.

Therefore, only a few more powerful armed airships can be used.

After all, this time, with the help of an insider, they planned to ignore other cities and go straight to bombard the empire's capital.

If there's no way to bypass other cities, then just carpet bomb them.

“Gurrid.” The highest leader of the Leicester Federation suddenly stood behind Gurid.

"Mr. President!" The engineer, who had been disrespectful to Gurid, seemed like a different person upon seeing Pride, and hurriedly greeted him.

“Hmm.” Pride casually pressed his palm down, indicating that the engineer didn’t need so much formality.

“Pride, you actually have the leisure to look at these things,” Gureed said casually.

"I just want to see if what you call 'war' will ultimately have any meaning," Pride said quietly, his hands behind his back.

This war was tacitly approved by Pride and initiated by Gureed.