"Professional soldier?" Glova looked at Conan in surprise, "I thought it was just a wilderness hunter who happened to be passing by."

"I don't know." Conan shrugged. His responsibilities in Maple Leaf Town did not include helping Glova determine the identity of the enemy. In fact, he had no interest in these things, and even instinctively disgusted with some of the secret missions shouldered by Sod Company. Isn't it good to make money by honest business?

"All I can say is that using these weapons is beyond the ability of the Wild Revenant." He glanced at the c4 explosives that looked like butter cubes, "Believe me." He said, "Although I'm not a weapon expert, as far as I know, using these things is definitely not included in the range of self-taught."

Glova was silent for a while, frowned and said, "But how could a professional soldier come here?" He said in confusion: "If a professional soldier leaves the capital, it must be a big deal, and the military cannot remain silent."

"Maybe he is not in the organization," Conan said indifferently, just as he didn't want to know what these senior business specialists usually do - what they do has nothing to do with business anyway. He didn't want to know how the military manages professional soldiers.

Then he remembered the young wilderness hunter he had seen yesterday, and added: "Maybe it was not trained by the King Capital. You know, those Eastern people like to cultivate the next generation to inherit their will. They regard this as a continuation of their lives."

Glova shrugged, "That's terrible." He said: "Imposing his will on the next generation is simply a humanitarian disaster."

Conan glanced at him and said nothing. Glova's remarks were often spoken by the nobles of the capital in public, and they could speak them casually without any brains. But Conan is not an ignorant ordinary civilian. He knew very well what kind of education the elite children of the noble family received since childhood, so the same words were completely unconvincing when they said Glova. In fact, what he inherited now was the will of the Jugashviri family. He could speak so naturally because these noble bullets were used to picking themselves out when they blame others.

After realizing this, Conan lost the interest of continuing to treat Glova. He nodded to the business specialist, took off the white gloves he had only worn once, threw them on the long table, and said goodbye to the latter, saying that he would go to make up for his sleep before it was completely dawn.

Glova sent him to the door, watched Conan leave, and then turned back to the long table, staring at the things placed on the table and silently.

After a while, there was a knock on the door behind him. The scar man who had been with Glova on the road walked in. The white shirt in his suit seemed to have just been changed, not only spotless, but also had creases.

"Someone saw a weird car that was once parked outside the mayor's residence." said the scar man.

"A weird car?" Glova repeated: "What does that mean?"

"The person who saw it said it had five wheels, one of which was embedded in the trunk." The scar man said, "I think we found the lost part of Kyle's motorcycle."

Glova was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "So Kyle hit the police car? He is also an old driver. How could he make such a mistake?"

"Everyone makes mistakes." said the scar man: "Of course Kyle makes mistakes, but once some mistakes are made, there is no chance of making them again."

He said to Glova: "I went and saw that car, I didn't see it, I think it's no longer there."

"Let's let's let that unlucky car go. It seems that the little princess of the Edwards family has found her shelter." Glova said: "Conan has just arrived and he said something to me."

He probably repeated what Conan said to him, mainly skipping the part about the performance of the weapon because he couldn't remember it. Then he asked, "Allen, what do you think?"

Allen is the nickname of Scar Man, and his full name is Allen Rickman Gerriggs. Even for the nobles who are proud of their long and complicated names, this name is too difficult to pronounce, so Glova always calls him Allen.

He was silent for a while and said to Glova calmly: "My teacher said that a professional soldier cannot be a wilderness hunter because these are two different professions."

He explained to Glova: "Soldiers must rely on state or organization to fight, and the condition for becoming a hunter is that they will not have any organization."

"So," he said: "It's impossible for him to have both identities."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," Glova said. "Do you think there is a possibility that he was a person raised by Edwards,

"We don't know how much Edwards knows about our plans. Although the respectable Mayor Alec has never shown his willingness to leave the wasteland, no one can guarantee that no one in the capital will inform him."

Glova said: "So this person is actually from the Edwards family? After discovering that their little princess was abducted, she caught up with the two idiots and killed them."

Allen looked at Glova indifferently and nodded, "Your guess is reasonable." He said, "So what should we do now?"

Glova pondered for a while and murmured, "A professional soldier!" He looked at Allen, "We all know that your teacher is a respectable professional soldier. How likely do you think we have to fight him? I mean he was in his heyday."

"My teacher said that a soldier is not a god. He will be tired, injured, and die if he is seriously injured." Allen said calmly: "So it's hard to say, it depends mainly on how well both sides are doing."

"In my opinion, with the teacher's ability, on the battlefield he preset, I don't think we have a chance of winning."

"That's bad." Glova murmured, "that's bad." He paced a few steps and turned to Allen and said, "So the main problem is, we can't go to war on a battlefield where he is prepared, right?"

Allen looked at him and said expressionlessly: "It looks like that."

"I think I understand," said Glova. "Appoint it, I'm going to visit Mrs. Emily."

Allen glanced at him, nodded, and asked, "What are you going to prepare?"

"Prepare a gift," Glova said. "We always have to express our opinions when the little princess of Gongqingcheng comes to Maple Leaf Town." He said. "Ask Rebecca what girls of her age usually like."

Alan glanced at Glova deeply, then turned around and walked out.

Glova did not watch Allen leave, he turned his gaze back to the long table, staring at the things placed on it, and once again fell into silence.
Chapter completed!