Chapter 17 Lanzada wants to investigate Griffith's manor
The restaurant fell silent, and Griffiths suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and wanted to change the topic. Before he could find a decent way to divert attention and take care of the gaffe-laden Alaindel, the eyes of the officers of the Storm Squadron already flashed.
After bouts of embarrassment and anger.
Alandel, who had gotten into trouble, picked up a cup of black tea and quietly stuck out her tongue.
Neferti, who was worried and had no appetite at all, took the opportunity to put down her knife and fork. She saw that with the dining table as the boundary, the unwelcome looks of the army and navy of Bijland were like long swords, crackling in the air.
The second lieutenant of the armored cavalry squad picked up the table knife and chopped an innocent weevil that had emerged from the biscuit into two ends.
“Look, moth.”
The second officer of the Birren Hill pulled out the dagger and put it on the table with a "snap" sound: "If Mr. Ensign is not used to eating weevils, I can find some black-headed maggots for you to try. They taste cool.
It’s not as bitter as the weevils. Of course, it’s not as chewy as the Army’s pig food. Sorry, it’s not as chewy as the Army’s bread.”
The sound of a sword sliding out of its scabbard and a musket firing its hammer could be heard in the air. Neferti moved her chair back slightly and thought to herself.
“Fight, fight~”
Alaindel gently kicked Griffith's boots under the table and winked at him. Her beautiful big eyes were as lively as if they could speak.
“Do something~I was wrong.”
Griffith glanced at her, buttoned the opened gun bag, and pulled up his tie to speak.
“I heard that the Senate passed a bill banning the sale of pork, beef and mutton in the market three days a week.” The clever artillery second lieutenant Sennamon casually mentioned a recent news item.
“Why?” the army officers asked in surprise.
“Increasing the share of fish and meat supply, more people will become fishermen and sailors,” said the first mate of the Birren Hill. “When necessary, we can quickly recruit sailors.”
“Recruiting is just recruiting young men, hehe,” asked an army officer. “Our army has abolished this bad habit for many years. I’ve seen their food, but it’s not that good.”
The first mate is a very dignified middle-aged man, who looks much older than Alandel. He shook his head calmly:
“You must have never been to the Broken Sea and the Sea of Chaos in the East, and have never seen the real danger of the sea.
“My people have led the exploration of the Grand Line in the past. Although their number is less than 3% of the total number of crew members, they are the core of maintaining discipline and operation.
"They lead hundreds of sailors with a daily salary of three silver francs, many of whom are gangsters caught on the streets of Nanjing. When you are with them, kindness, gentleness and equality are of no use. They will only make them despise you and move you.
Having dirty thoughts.
“The reason why the Brunhil is a powerful battleship, in addition to its powerful artillery, seals and sophisticated hull, is also due to our whip, discipline and order.”
The first mate slowly shook the coffee with a spoon:
"Domination is the backbone of battleships and sea-going ships. Only by making sailors aware of their status and responsibilities can the dignity of the commander be maintained. Majesty is also the source of discipline. Our sailors fear discipline more than they fear the enemy and the ocean.
"
What the first mate said was very reasonable and hard to argue with. However, this could not solve the army's anger, but made them feel slighted.
The unconvinced army lieutenant almost growled: "Our swords have conquered countless peoples for Bijelan, and we will open up for you..."
“Click, click, click, click!”
There was suddenly a rhythmic banging sound at the dining table. Griffith scooped two tablespoons of sugar into the small bowl he had just served and stirred it vigorously with two chopsticks.
“What are you doing, knight?” Alandel asked curiously.
"Eat dessert, um~o(*￣▽￣*)o," Griffith ate a big spoonful with a satisfied look on his face, then used a small spoon to dot the round and translucent jelly-like sweets in the bowl, and said with a bulging belly,
"Before I was drafted into the kingdom's army, I would fight with my sister every summer because of this. Oh, it's so smooth and delicious! Oh? Don't you all know? Desai, where is Desai?!"
The door to the officers' mess was immediately pushed open. Second-level squad leader Desai walked in holding a large bowl.
"Report."
"Oh! Come on, give it to everyone to try." Griffith said as he greeted, "Desai, let me introduce it to everyone."
Neferti looked at the second-level team leader who had killed several people in front of her during the day, and suddenly felt that the whole world was dark. Desai put down a large bowl of slime-like shaking things in his disgusted eyes, and placed
The man standing at the dining table said straightly:
“This is what I brought from home after my vacation. It is a snack made from Neopolis Island. It is a summer cold delicacy made of arrowroot powder. Please mix it with sugar and eat it.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Griffiths moved the sugar bowl over, scooped out a few tablespoons and placed them on top of Alandel’s portion.
The dense white sugar is piled up like a hill, making people who are not fond of sweets feel frightened when they see it.
“Are you sure this won’t kill me?” Alandel tried not to cover her face.
"It tastes better this way! You need more sugar!" Griffith gave everyone a small bowl, quickly sat back on his chair, stared at the steamed buns and sighed. Feeling that he was still satisfied, he scooped more into the sugar bowl.
I took a big spoonful and couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and drink it down.
…
So sad……
After dinner and leaving the restaurant, Griffiths followed his usual habit and began to patrol around the battleship where he would camp tonight.
He ate a lot of sweets, and in the end he also ate Alandel's share. As a thank you, the beautiful captain took the initiative to accompany him for a walk, but would not get close to the sailors.
The sailors and soldiers were eating.
Sea-going ships operating offshore and ocean-going ships that have just left the port are relatively well-supplied. There are barrels of fresh fruits, vegetables, clean meat and bacon, and the staple food is brown bread, biscuits and oatmeal porridge. Ordinary
Sailors can get hundreds of grams of bread, biscuits and beans a day, and have the opportunity to eat meat twice a week, and sometimes fresh fruit.
Poor families on land cannot achieve such a standard of living.
However, the sailors' dinner cannot be handled very carefully. While preparing the officers' meals, the cooks on the ship crumbled the bread or biscuits into a large pot, added a small amount of water, some fat, wine, and marinated the food.
Meat, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, beans and other ingredients are boiled into a pile of indescribable paste and distributed to everyone.
The taste of this kind of chowder is not fixed and has nothing to do with the skills of the cooks. Whether it tastes good or not depends entirely on luck.
When Griffith passed by the dining sailors, he noticed that they were devouring their food, which seemed pretty good for young men who were born into poor families and worked hard on ships.
“Although it doesn’t look good, it’s not too bad.” Griffith looked at the piles of sailors dining and whispered to the captain.
"This is the treatment of sailors in offshore operations," Alandel stroked her long hair blown by the evening breeze. "The lives of sailors on ocean-going ships who go to explore the depths of the Broken Sea and the Sea of Chaos are said to be extremely miserable. They are crowded in
Sailing in a small and smelly cabin for several months, with extremely poor living conditions and food, can even make prisoners serving their sentences in prison feel sympathy and regret. Ocean sailors are often short of manpower, so the authorities will send prisoners on board.
Go to do hard labor. When the prisoners in the prison were put on the sea ships to work as sailors, many prisoners cried and cried, saying that they were not guilty enough!"
…
After returning to the cabin, Griffith continued to read the report. He looked at the timer from time to time.
Tonight, he has an important guest visiting.
“Captain~” Lanzada knocked on the door three times and peered inside, “Can I come in and sit for a while?”
“Sure, come in, but you have to leave at nine o’clock.”
After getting permission, the novice nun walked in briskly and sat down on the sofa next to the bookshelf to read quietly.
The sea outside the porthole window was immersed in darkness and silence. When the clouds dissipated, the moon hung in the sky again. The moon phase at this time was changing from waning to waxing, and it was the same in the past. However, the moonlight tonight was tragically green.
The sound of the sea water gently lapping against the side of the ship was clear and could be heard clearly. The night was vast, and the water surface was shaking slightly. It seemed that it was integrated into the deep and vast sea, and there was an indescribable mystery and strangeness.
“What a bad omen,” Lanzada closed the book and looked at the porthole for a while. “I heard a legend from Odessa.
"On nights of the Green Moon, the great ship of the Land of the Dead will appear out of the thick fog. It is a black warship, built from the fingernails and toenails of the dead, carrying an army of ghosts and skeletons. Those who died unblessed
Mortals will become part of this terrifying giant ship."
“Well, how are you doing lately?”
Sounds like this thing is a high-level sealed artifact of the "death" pathway. Griffith casually responded to the trainee nun and continued writing the document at hand.
The Birrenhill was speeding towards Beyeland. Squadron members who had not seen each other for a while would come to chat with their commander. This was a common and very relaxing thing. Griffiths couldn't help but feel
Some people long for their own cabin.
Galadia is decorating it there, and it should be ready by the time I get back to Homemonworth~
As the first member of the entire squadron to know each other, Griffith saved her life many times. Lansada always liked chatting with Griffith. She didn’t care that the commander didn’t answer her words and continued:
“Everything has been going well recently, our losses were minimal when Count Larmour was in command. Ah, by the way, I’m not saying that the captain’s command was not good!
"Gil always locked himself in his room in the past few days. If he didn't have a private room, he would lock himself in the bathroom, and it would take him half an hour to come out. I asked him what was wrong, but Gil ignored me. Desai said that men
Everyone has their own little secret.
“Captain, what do you think? Kallen also thinks Jill is a little strange.”
“Captain, what are you doing?”
Lanzada leaned over Griffith's desk, wanting to take a look at the documents there.
"Death notice, sent to the family of Ferdinand who died today," Griffith sighed slightly, "I want to tell them what went wrong."
The face of the novice nun immediately became solemn. She drew a trace of the holy light on her chest and whispered a blessing.
Griffith doesn't like the Holy Light, and most of the other gods don't like it either. In his eyes, these great beings are like hamster breeders, and they have nothing to say to him. The Holy Light wants to help Cle...
Responsible for Sita's tragedy!
Ever since the day when he commanded the cavalry and artillery in the square of Odessa to kill the soldiers and civilians of Odessa who had converted to foreign gods, and the blood flowed into rivers, and the cries were loud, Griffith's heart was like a Rubik's cube, twisted
It flipped over and over, unfolding patterns that had never existed before. The awe and reverence faded away, replaced by ruthlessness and determination.
Those aloof beings are indeed powerful, but they cannot be embodied in the real world. The power of believers means everything.
The church all says that God is sublime and humans are ants and lambs.
in my opinion
God, how many armies does God have?
"Lansada," Griffith said to the novice nun who was still fumbling around in her room, "you will get the wrong idea if you are in my room so late. The wardrobe here cannot be used.
You hide."
The girl immediately blushed and ran away to the door without saying goodbye.
“Wait!” Griffith suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly stopped the trainee nun.
Lansada stopped at the door with a hesitant face, ready to continue escaping depending on the situation.
"There is a chance of admission to Homemon Watts. I can get a letter of recommendation from the most prestigious professor," Griffith put down the quill in his hand and said gently, "You are well-educated and have a noble character."
With your moral character and outstanding rationality, everyone at Homemonworth would be proud to study with you."
Lanzada put away his worried expression and looked at the knight seriously: "Are you inviting me?"
"Of course," Griffith thought for a moment and felt that what he said should be clear. "You have reached the age of school and there is no need to continue to walk on dangerous battlefields."
"Thank you for your concern!" The girl covered her chest, her violet eyes filled with happiness, "However, I still hope to complete my tour. If there is a chance next fall, I hope to study here at Homemon Watts.
.”
"Next year, that's not bad," Griffith nodded with satisfaction, "Next year I will try to arrange for Desai to join, and you will be classmates with my sister."
"That's great!" Lanzada jumped slightly happily, "By the way, Mr. Knight, I have a request."
“What is it?”
"I heard that you have a territory in Verona. The recent military merit rewards may grant more land and people. But you are too busy with your studies and official duties to take care of it. I want to go there for a tour to learn about the villages and villages of Verona.
town."
That's great! Griffith agreed in his heart. His fiefdom, Ravenel Manor, is now hiring Roland's manpower to manage it. The specific situation is unknown. If someone as careful as Lanzada can investigate
It will be a very beneficial thing.
"My territory welcomes you at any time, Miss Trainee Sister," Griffith smiled and nodded, then picked up his pen and quickly drafted a letter of introduction, "You can contact these people to arrange
Itinerary. However, the situation in Verona is unstable and it will be dangerous for you to be alone. I have arranged for Paxiu to accompany you.