Marshal Constantine sat in the conference room, holding his chest with his hands, watching the generals with different opinions on both sides of the long table arguing wildly.

These two factions, one of them, believed that His Excellency Marin Gaiat was their great savior and the savior sent by the gods, who united all races that could unite. Now the most uncooperative dwarf clans in the northern provinces of the Northern Kingdom have agreed to send troops to help their human brothers.

Another faction felt that Marin Gaiat was a disaster. His appearance caused the entire army to split. Now the poor, mud-legged and aliens all united to him. Soon the army would have soldiers who refused to recognize the company commander and the company commander did not recognize the regiment commander. Then, I was afraid that as soon as the tide of death ended, these guys would gather to rebel.

Neither of these two factions could convince each other, so the final result was to waste each other's time in constant quarrels.

"Marty Constantine, don't you say anything?" Link of the Svenson family leaned over and said.

"Let them get tired first." Constantine didn't want to be a polite guy. For these two factions, his opinion was that as long as there was no life, he could fight anyway.

"I understand." The young man took two steps back and stood behind Constantine and said no more.

Well, he is an excellent child. Constantine sighed so much. This young man is a young man that Constantine values ​​very much recently. He is as smart, sensible, and knows how to advance and retreat. The most important thing is that they have a relationship with Marin.

Constantine, Sergey and Cameron are different. These two old guys cannot extricate themselves from the vortex of commercial transactions, but Constantine has never intervened in these things. He is the marshal of the kingdom, not the hawkers who quarrel about a penny.

No matter how much you earn, it is only a matter of time to be replaced when you are useless to the king.

In comparison, being able to find the bond that connects is the opportunity that Constantine wants the most. Constantine had nodded with Marin before. Last time he ate bread, he even broke a tooth with himself, in order to be able to get in touch with Marin and even stand with him completely.

As a marshal with a strong sense of political smell, Constantine felt the problem very keenly - His Majesty Mannheim asked Marin to be his youngest son's mentor, and the old Hagerbery family of the Hagerbery family even married the only child born in the purple room in the third generation of their family.

In the Northern Kingdom, this is impossible. Without Marin, Lulu Hagelberry would marry one of her cousins, or simply marry a rookie who emerged from the tide of death, and her children would inherit the Hagelberry family.

But now, she married Marin under the operation of the cunning old dog.

In other words, Old Hagerbery had already made his choice, and he had already chosen the best grandson-in-law in his eyes before the tide receded.

Everyone says that the Hagelberry family has been a bit difficult recently because two generations of their family have not been born in the purple room. They finally have one but are granddaughters... Now it seems that fate is actually doting on the Hagelberry family.

It’s just that everyone didn’t understand it a few years ago.

Speaking of this, Constantine was also very sorry. He had four grandchildren born in the purple room. This was originally a fact that he was very satisfied with, but now he thought about it... he found a problem. Almost all the third generation of families in the entire Northern Kingdom who were qualified to enter the purple room were basically boys. In the past twenty years, there was no second girl except Lulu.

Fate is too fond of this girl from the Hagerbery family.

Thinking of this, Constantine looked at his subordinates in silence. Most of them were exhausted. The remaining guys who had some strength stopped quarreling. They looked at Constantine and waited for the marshal to make a judgment.

"I have heard your arguments clearly. You either hate Marin's actions or like his words and deeds, based on everything Marin described yesterday's performance. Indeed, the soldiers are more willing to believe in His Excellency Marin than to believe in us. I am here to ask you why they would rather believe him than believe us."

Of course Constantine knew what these soldiers were thinking. His Excellency Marin brought them black bread that was not leaky, life-saving holy water, and even one victory after another. Such commanders and such leaders did not believe but wanted to believe the garbage here?

Sorry, although most of the soldiers are made up of serfs and free people, they are just a little poor and their brains will definitely be more reliable than those of you who are full of hearts.

Sure enough, after Constantine said this, everyone present fell silent.

Whether it is blowing or black, they know what is different from Marin.

What they are different is the industry that is rich enough to rival a country, what they are invincible in the world, what they are different is boundless courage, what they are different...the confidence that can lead the soldiers from one victory to another.

"Why don't you talk? Haven't you the courage and confidence to lead the soldiers from one victory to another?" Constantine asked loudly.

Everyone sitting there was no response at all, but Link, who was standing behind Constantine, answered.

"I don't have such courage and confidence, Marshal."

What are you bastard thinking? Constantine turned her head and looked at the young man.

OK, since you want to say it, let's say one is good enough.

Thinking of this, Constantine pointed at Link, and then pointed at the chair on his left hand. Link walked over and sat on the chair.

"I don't have the courage and confidence that Lord Marin has sought. He is the double legend, the Lord of Justice and a certain double god-chosen champion. I know very well that I don't have the courage and confidence that he has, because I don't have the strength to match such courage and confidence." Speaking of this, Link looked around and confirmed that he did not stand up to debate with him, and he continued his speech: "But with the courage and confidence to follow His Excellency Marin to fight, I know that he is the best commander, the best Your Excellency,

I will not be sacrificed for a foolish action. Even if I really need to die, Lord Marin will give me a reason that will make me and my family proud... In this case, even if I die in this tide of death, my companions and I will definitely be cast into statues, and our achievements will be spread like those of the heroes before. This is enough. You must know that in the tide of death, even more mortals will be swallowed up by chaos. I have already left my name in history and I have no regrets."

After saying that, Link looked at the middle-aged men who were far older than him on both sides of the long table and asked, "Everyone, do you think I'm right?"

There was no sound on the long table, which made Constantine laugh—you trash: "Lieutenant Colonel Link is asking you."

It was not until this time that the generals and school officials in front of Constantine agreed.

This made Constantine extremely sad - no matter how the world changes, the gap between mediocre and genius is here, it has never changed. If these wastes are really allowed to manage the soldiers, this is the most deadly thing.

Marin came into being in this situation, and everything he showed was so excellent compared to his subordinates. As for Constantine, who was the top student in the Northern Military Academy, was it these wastes, or Lord Marin?

If possible, be sure to be Your Excellency Marin.

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Back to the defense line, Marin rested for a day, and on the afternoon of the next day, Marshal Constantine took charge and handed over the command of the area to Marin, which made Marin sigh at the boldness of the Marin's marshal's honor - he left Stein Mansenheim as Marin's assistant, and then left with his generals - it is said that in the west, a new line of defense was being established, and they were preparing to set up there.

Although Marin was puzzled, the soldiers obviously liked Marshal Constantine's decision. They ate black bread and drank hot soup, and then worked hard to expand the defense line, and used their strength and ability. The soldiers were ready to spend a week digging a hidden gun hole under the defense line on the top of the right hill. From there, the artillery team could sweep the entire defense line from the right side.

In addition, there are more trenches to be dug - according to aerial reconnaissance, chaos in the south is gathering, and they seem to be preparing for another invasion.

Marin even asked the tender branches of the World Tree to prepare more than a dozen shallow trenches in front of the defense line, and a lot of holy oil was prepared inside. When the Chaos invades, I believe it will give you Chaos a very unforgettable experience.

Marin also called three hundred female chefs of the Frost Giant through his relationship with the Royal Court of the Frost Giant, and asked these chefs to make the Frost Giant Cauldron - this is a kind of stew of the Frost Giant, usually a large pot of food made of stewed with various meats, edible internal organs and plant tubers.

In Marin's opinion, these things cannot be eaten at all, but in the Northern Kingdom, this thing is no longer a rare delicacy. After seeing the soldiers having a great time eating, Marin finally understood the fact that this thing is full of starch, meat and animal oil. In this kind of ghost weather, this big pot is much better than bread and broth.

That's simple. What Marin can provide every day, plus the Frost Giant, and the Saromon ordered by Marin from Farol, can basically guarantee a big pot every day, and sometimes the most active work team can pick up a few skewers of barbecue.

After a week like this, when Lulu ran over to meet Marlin, she met Jon from Svensen's house. Her first words were: "Jon, you're fat."

Marin looked at Jon with a question mark on his face, and then looked at Jon: "Ah, really, Jon, your face is a little round."

The young man touched his face: "How do you see that I'm fat with my beard?"

"You have a double chin," Marin said.

Jon touched his chin and ran to look for the mirror in surprise.

Lulu glanced at Marin: "We met when we were young." Then the girl hugged Marin: "Malin, Copenhagen has all the news about you recently. Some people say you will be a thief, some people say you are a savior, and there are all kinds of news. I am a little worried about you."

"Don't worry, I'm here, with my soldiers." Marin comforted with a smile: "By the way, why not be in another hall? Is there any problem?"

"No problem, I want to come to see you... Because the atmosphere has really not been right recently. Whether it is Your Majesty or my grandfather, I don't seem to care about the news circulating in Copenhagen, so I want to confirm it."

"Now you see it, my dear." Marin smiled and comforted Lulu.

"Well, I saw that since you are fine, I'm leaving. I'm going to go back to Copenhagen. I'm going to use my connections in newspapers to help you turn things around. This is what my sisters told me."

"Yes, go and do it." Marin personally opened a teleportation channel for Lulu. After saying goodbye to Lulu, he really wanted to praise the girls far away in Sharore - it was great to find Lulu a job she liked to do so that she would not be bored in Copenhagen.

As for those rumors, Marin didn't care at all - because a large part of these rumors were spread by Marin himself.

You see, self-deprecating and self-washing, such operations that do not require brain use can completely span eight thousand years, helping everyone in need in the interweaving of the new world and the old era.

This is true. Look, even a smart girl like Lulu was caught. I think Old Hagerbery really might have learned that there must be a problem, so he didn't say anything, and His Majesty Mannheim... seemed to be pretending to be sick again.

This guy is not old yet, why has he been pretending to be sick recently?

Marin was a little confused about what the king was thinking, but considering that everything this actor did not conflict with Marin's idea, Marin was too lazy to care about it.

Anyway, there are people everywhere in the streets and alleys of Copenhagen discussing whether Marin was a thief who stole the country or a hero who saved the world.

Whether it is the free people or the nobles, everyone is discussing what Marin will do next. Surprisingly, most of the lower-class nobles believe that Marin is the savior, while the free people think much more complicatedly. The thief Marin and the saviors have a stance of opening up the savior.

I heard that there will be some newspaper press conferences coming to the battlefield for interviews recently.
Chapter completed!