Robin remembered another thing.

"Sir General, why did you say that kind of thing to that Ashu Rufat just now? Do you want to recruit him?"

"That's right." Berel admitted this time. "Do you remember what he did just now... that's a hundred."

"But he is a person of unknown origin! Can you really trust him before you determine the other person's origin and identity? And what you promised just now... you promised him to become a knight!"

"It's a pity that this little thing is not enough to impress him... Have you seen his emblem? He was a nobleman, and it was too unattractive for him to just promise to be a knight. It's a pity that I don't have more things, otherwise such talents would never be spared."

"Talent?" Robin understood that being able to get Beller's praise is definitely not as simple as it seems. "Sir, but it's the first time you...you...you've seen him."

"This... I know anyway. Actually, when we approached the horse and the moment I contacted his eyes, I immediately realized that Ashu Rufate and I were the same kind of eyes... I can say that he actually has the potential to be a general. It's a pity that he can't use it for us Tiberius."

"But sir, I heard... when you see this uncertain danger, you should..." Robin said uneasy.

"Robin, you have read too many stories." Berel smiled softly. "Although that Ashu Rufate has great potential, there is no need to worry about anything. Because not everyone with talent has the opportunity to show their talents, and not even everyone can understand their true talents. For example, if the fate of Ashu Rufate just now, if his fate did not favor him and gave him a special gift, I believe he would not have a chance to become a threat. Such a man with unknown origin and becoming a mercenary... Perhaps the highest achievement in his life is to become the leader of a mercenary group. If he is alone, there is nothing to worry about. Let's put it this way, if this Ashu Rufate can only be at most ten... or twenty soldiers on the battlefield, and no more than thirty soldiers at most."

"But he just...one of them was fighting fifty..." Not to mention anything else, those people just now were more than fifty. Robin was sure that even if he and Beller did not come, Ashu Rufate would not suffer any loss in this battle unless there were other accidents.

"Just just now, the battlefield is the battlefield. Robin, do you think that if Ashu Rufate wins fifty people just now, he can beat at least fifty soldiers?"

"Isn't it?" Robin believed in his own eyes and his judgment.

"Robin, it is impossible for an individual to defeat the group. The so-called "thousands of people kill" and "thousands of enemies" are theoretical things, in other words, exaggerations and lies. For example, if this Ash Rufate competed in the way of the mobs just now, he could indeed beat a hundred people, but... what if it was an accurate shell?"

"Castball..."

"If it was a team of thirty soldiers, it would be almost impossible to destroy it with a shell. If it were Ashu Rufate alone, he would die immediately. There are more, a row of dense bullets and a wave of arrows... In other words, Ashu Rufate, a combat power of one against a hundred, must be under specific conditions, that is, when the enemy is put on it and fights, he has a high probability that he will not have this opportunity at all. Do you understand? The strongest battle I have ever seen

The Sir is Kalean's vampire. But even vampires are good. In the last battle of Kalean's fall, vampires could only be unilaterally massacred. Cannons, muskets, magic and neat and orderly attack troops, the last group of vampires who fought each other were soon killed. Individuals against the group were like babies being powerless against adults. I still remember that there was a captain of the Century Team, who brought me twenty vampires' heads alone, and his subordinates had very little casualties."

"So, according to my calculations, this Ashurufate is only about thirty soldiers..."

They continued to move forward side by side, and Robin carefully recalled Beller's words. It turned out that things were far from that simple, and there were also great questions in the details. "Sir, can I become a person like you?" Robin suddenly asked this question impulsively.

"Robin, do you remember what I said to you for the first time we met?" Berel sighed and replied. "Although your ideal is to follow me and learn as a general... but, to be honest, I don't want you to go on my path."

"Sir, but I..."

"It's not that I look down on you, or that I hide my personal feelings and refuse to share my experience with others, but..." Beller's voice became very light. "This road is a crazy road, and children as pure as you should not be contaminated."

He touched Robin's head.

"The battlefield is a crazy place. Every command of the general is to throw countless lives into the mouth of death. Even the young life that was alive just now and could still joke just now disappeared because of a certain command in the next second. Especially sometimes, it is obvious that it is someone who is sent to death. In a sense, this mentally ill behavior cannot be supported by normal minds."

Robin wanted to speak anxiously, but Beller stopped him with a gesture.

"Although some people say, 'Don't regard soldiers as humans, but as chess pieces', this is what people who stand and speak without aches on their backs. Maybe there are such people in the world, but you are definitely not. Think about it, Robin, every time you attack, you essentially let them die... You can only watch the people around you die... At that time, you absolutely have no clear understanding of 'chess pieces' and chess players', but you suffer from inner suffering like purgatory."

"So, once this happens, you will definitely not be able to bear it. You will give orders of total attacks regardless of everything, because your normal mind has long collapsed. The person who issued the order at this time is no longer a true 'you', but a madman facing destruction. You no longer want victory, but just hope to be liberated from this torment. Instead of living in hell, it is better to die in pursuit of hope, which is the end of destruction for you as a general."

He finished these terrible words in a tone as calm as if he was about what to eat for dinner, and then continued to move forward. The two of them stopped talking, but just rode their horses toward the gate of Mir City in silence.

A man in servant uniform stood in the way.

"Governor!" The man blocked Belar's horse, "I finally found you!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled flatteringly.

"Oh?" Berel showed a look of surprise. "You are looking for me?"

"Our master invites you to a party!" The servant solemnly handed over a gold-plated invitation. "It's tomorrow night."

Party? Beller was full of suspicion. It took him a short time to take up his post here. In addition, he deliberately did not approach the merchants. So he was sure that he had no friendship with the merchants here, and he didn't know why there was an invitation to him. He opened the letter, as he expected, and the invitation was a name he didn't know at all.

However, this question was answered when I returned to the Governor's Office.

"So it's this," a servant from the Governor's House looked at the gold-plated invitation. "Sir, this is not a big deal. This is often done by a merchant who specializes in buying and selling art in the city. Every time he gets a batch of art, he will send invitations to all the nobles in the city. You know, those artworks are priceless for those who know how to appreciate, but for ordinary people, they are worthless... So he sends such invitations to the upper class. Your ex and ex-officials often receive such invitations."

"How did they respond?"

"Go and check it out when you have time, but don't go when you are busy. But sir, according to them, this guy can really get some rare treasures, which are worth taking some time to check it out."

So that's it. Beller threw the invitation aside. When he was about to sit down and read the book, he hurried in from outside. Beller recognized that he was the logistics soldier in charge of the pigeon management.

Many communications rely on magicians, but in the absence of magicians (or in the absence of magicians), the pigeons have been widely used.

"Sir, your letter!"

Berel immediately opened the letter and started reading it. As he read it, his brows became tighter and tighter. When the letter was finished, Berel's brows were twisted into a twist.

At this time, Robin was walking in from outside with a plate.

"Sir, what happened?" Robin noticed Beller's expression. "What's the letter?"

"The vampire activities are even more rampant... The night before yesterday, the vampire's undead legion soldiers came to Via. The lord of Via did not dare to fight with the vampire at night and defend themselves. The vampire did not attack the city. The two sides were stalemate for a night until the vampire retreated before dawn. Then, Via's scouts immediately lost the activities of the Immortal Legion, which means that the situation was the same as before... The vampire used some kind of magic to teleport the entire legion away."

Berel showed a thoughtful expression.

But," he seemed to be talking to himself, "This is a meaningless action. Why did the vampire leave his nest and run to Via? Apart from the demonstration, there is no benefit to vampires... In this way, he has established a hostile relationship with Via, Istria and Meno at the same time... and he has not even occupied a city now... I really can't understand the logic behind the vampire... He must have wanted to do! His reckless action must have something hidden under the surface, and it is impossible for people to guess for a moment..."

Berel sat down and stared blankly ahead.

"Sir, have you sent spies in the Sivania area?" Robin asked suddenly.

"Spy? What kind of spy! I am the special envoy appointed by King Tiberius himself, and the acting governor of Mir City, who is actually appointed by the Kingdom of Ryan. I am a formal official appointed by both countries while being completely legal! Do I need to send spies?" Berel's face showed a grievance. "Send spies, that's what only hostile countries do!"

"But, sir, your letter..."

"I just entrust a friend to go there to inquire about the news!" Berel replied firmly. "By the way, Robin, this snack is still delicious. I decided..."

"To go to Sivania?" Robin's heart was so happy that he was about to jump up.

"Starting tomorrow, I have to eat double snacks every time I refreshment!"
Chapter completed!