Grand Duke Hanci only asked herself to follow those people and let her witness it with her own eyes, without saying anything else.
What Eberron did was just add an additional condition to his words.
It did not violate the will of Grand Duke Hanthorn, and at the same time, it was able to protect its own safety.
Although, this deceived this team to a certain extent.
Even though Eberron has always hated lying as despicably as a nobleman, for the sake of his own life, Eberron still has to tell such lies.
If they really want to rush to the bloody battlefield at all costs, they will definitely not refuse such a price.
Even if it means devoting some of their energy to protecting a "drag bottle".
No, if it is consistent with his noble status, he should be disdainful of the "porcelain bottle".
Thinking mockingly to himself, Eberron shook his head slightly.
But to Eberron's surprise, after pondering for a while, Andrew did not give a clear answer, but rather excused himself apologetically:
"...I'm sorry, Ms. Eberron, I can't give you an answer to this request right now."
Um?
"No, you don't seem to understand that this is not a request, but a requirement that must be fulfilled."
"Don't worry, I completely understand the request of Grand Duke Cold Thorn, but... I still need to inform my teammates and discuss with them before I can give you an answer."
Keenly aware of something wrong, Eberron narrowed his eyes.
"Aren't you the captain? Don't you have the right to make decisions about things like this?"
Eberron felt that things were a little different from what she thought. Andrew didn't seem to have as much control over this team as he imagined.
Although Anthony has a higher status, that guy has always acted badly, so he will definitely not have any objections to this kind of thing...
No, if he hears that a woman has joined, he will even raise his hands in approval, 100% agree.
And the remaining two masked judges should not refuse the request of the legendary Lord Cold Thorn who is the judge...
So why did Andrew hesitate?
Looking at the frowning Eberron, Andrew shook his head in confusion, thought for a moment and then said carefully:
"Madam, please forgive me if I have offended you. Please let me ask you a question..."
Staring at Eberron seriously, he asked softly:
"Have you never really been on the battlefield?"
Boom.
Although Eberron did not answer, the slight sound under her feet had completely exposed her heart.
"Oh, that's true...I think I understand a little bit what Grand Duke Hansashi means when he asks you to follow us."
Nodding his head in understanding, Andrew sighed softly.
"Ms. Eberron, although you are on the front line, with all due respect, you don't seem to understand what a real battlefield is."
!!!
"You said I don't understand the battlefield!?"
The anger he had vented before ignited again, and Eberron suddenly stood up and glared at Andrew.
"Those data, those command strategies, those reporting documents...which one is not something I participated in? If I don't understand the battlefield, then who does?"
Could it be that legendary executioner who only knows how to stay in his room all day without going out!?
"What do you know, I..."
"Sorry, please wait a moment."
He raised his hand to interrupt Eberron's passionate words. Although his words were as gentle as before, LaFaya's eyes moved slightly as he stood behind Eberron.
Something has changed.
Calmly raising his head, Andrew looked at the angry lady who had been touched by the wound, and said softly:
"Please don't be angry. I'm not insulting you. I'm just saying...ma'am, you do lack some necessary knowledge."
() Yes, when he understood the problem with Eberron, Andrew chose another way to deal with it.
Andrew took off his noble disguise and revealed the original Crow from the Inquisition.
"I'm not denying your ability to command and process data. As a former secretary, I know very well how good you are at this point."
"However, even if you understand that knowledge, it does not mean that you really understand the cruelty of the battlefield."
Pressing his hand down, Andrew motioned for Eberron to sit down.
"So, I wonder if you know that there is a special tradition in the command order of the Watch Club?"
"Tradition?"
Nodding, Andrew smiled and explained:
"In the Watch Club system, unlike the order of operations, all orders of command are cultivated internally."
Soldiers can be recruited from the outside world, but commanders can only train them personally.
"Do you know what the final test is for those command line reserve personnel to become full members?"
With some admiration for the person who made this decision in the first place, Andrew said with emotion:
"They will no longer be commanders, but will personally complete a task as executors."
What?
Eberron, who sat down again, wanted to stand up again, but in the end he restrained his impulse and asked doubtfully:
"...Isn't this nonsense? They are not trained to do such things, right?"
"Yes, this is indeed quite nonsense."
Frankly agreeing with Eberron's doubts, Andrew smiled and said:
"As you might expect, there are indeed many reservists who did not pass the final assessment, or even died during the assessment... However, after passing the command sequence of those assessments, do you know the difference between them and you now?"
Narrowing his eyes, Eberron stared at Andrew and said slowly:
"You don't mean to say that you have been on the battlefield? Can that kind of mission be considered a battlefield?"
Are you kidding me?
Shaking his head, Andrew shrugged and said with a smile:
"No, of course not. Those tasks are not very difficult after all. Any first-order awakened person can easily solve them."
Suddenly, the smile on Andrew's face faded, and his eyes became sinister and cold.
Eberron:!!?
Staring at the somewhat panicked record officer, the crow whispered hoarsely:
"They...understand what death is."
The bone-chilling murderous intent enveloped Eberron, making her almost forget to breathe.
Like a crow wandering in the shadow of the infinite night, Andrew looked at the noble lady whose body was tense and said coldly:
"And you, even if you are afraid because of those written death data, it doesn't mean you really understand."
Click.
And the moment LaFaya was about to lift her steps, the terrifying murderous intention immediately dissipated, and Andrew immediately returned to his previous gentle aristocratic appearance.
It was as if nothing had happened. Andrew calmly looked at Eberron, who was breathing hard, and said softly:
"If you just have this level of consciousness and plan to join us on the battlefield..."
He looked at Eberron with regret.
It was like a crow looking at a corpse that was about to stink and rot.