Orc Tyrant

"The colonel wants to see you now, Major Rennes."

Said the adjutant wearing a fur cap.

"Thank you."

Ren nodded and replied, and got up from the wooden bench at the end of the corridor.

He walked through the hall to the door of the briefing room, smoothed his double-breasted jacket and cloak on his shoulders, and then unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

It's almost noon now, and the heat is rolling in this red brick building.

It is located 15 kilometers away from the city of Mengfei. This building was originally an office space for a telegraph company, but is now being requisitioned by the military.

The red brick wall preserves the heat. Like an oven, baffles made of reeds are soaked in water and installed on the windows to cool and moisturize the interior, but they will soon be evaporated.

Ren can suppress the need to sweat, but he allows his body to do so.

The others were sweating profusely, and he didn't want them to discover that he was a special case.

Then he knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

He walked in.

There are columns on each side of this large room to support the roof. The tops of the columns are shaped into clusters of reeds, both of which are signs of the local style.

An iron table was placed in the center of the room, Colonel Luna was standing at one end, and four attendants were scattered on either side of her.

"Colonel, it's nice to meet you."

Renn nodded his throat with his finger.

"Sorry I unbuttoned it, but it's really hot inside."

"It's ok."

Luna replied, and her attendants nodded together.

They are all women, between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, and they will all be the "magpies" of the inner guards of the new California Republic in the future.

Magpie is a code name that specifically refers to witches trained by the state rather than by religious organizations or families. They receive professional and more scientific training and take a lot of intensive drugs.

Rehn thinks the internal defense mechanism of the New California Republic is very interesting.

Before this trip, he received sufficient information. The core of the inner guard is all female magpies, all of whom possess potential psychic abilities.

He could not know how the New California Republic was able to collect girls with psionic potential so efficiently. During the time he was studying at the Citizen Temple psionic institute, he knew that it is actually very important to be aware of whether a person has potential difficult.

For example, he himself is an example.

Five years ago, he was just a humble recruit in Cusconar.

After undergoing drastic changes and being touched by a certain creature, his potential was awakened, and he joined the Citizen Temple and became a occultist.

But some other information gave him some sympathy for the magpies.

Because of excessive use of certain drugs, all magpies have been unable to have children, although this fact liberated their minds in some unknown way, allowing them to fully mobilize their psychic abilities when coordinating the troops.

However, in Rennes's view, they can only be considered weaker psionicists at best.

Everyone has a basic ability called insight, which allows them to use additional information to support troops on the battlefield, which is why Ouke will be caught quickly no matter what actions he performs.

A pair of invisible eyes kept staring at the movement on the other side of the Skassen River.

But their psychic energy will burn out soon.

At the age of twenty-six to twenty-seven, their careers as magpies are over and they will be transferred to other positions.

During their most active hours of insight, each magpie will follow several servants who are undergoing training. While they learn from their teachers for their future duties, the servants’ unshaped psychic abilities will also be enhanced. The insight of the mentor.

Among the several women in this room, none of them has the same psionic power as Rennes.

The ancient books call those powers that turn decay into magical powers as psychic powers, and Rennes also accepts this statement, rather than witchcraft, which is full of superstition and religious titles.

"Please sit down."

When he sat opposite Colonel Luna, he used psychic energy to perceive his surroundings.

In an instant, he tasted the weak and green insights, chattering thoughts, and damp and incomplete psionic structure of the adolescent attendants.

The fact that they can't get pregnant makes most of the attendants terribly unrestrained.

Rennes disliked their vulgar and shallow thinking.

Every magpie attendant is either thinking about the next man to bring to bed, or imagining the glorious years of becoming a formal magpie in the future.

Luna is different.

Ren looked at her across the table.

First of all, she is a woman, not a girl, and a very beautiful woman.

Her lips were plump, her long, straight blonde hair separated from the middle, and her long eyelashes were filled with exotic gray eyes. A master sculptor couldn't make her cheeks look pretty.

This reminded Renn of his newlywed wife. Although she had already fallen into the dust with Cusconar, Renn could still hear her from time to time.

Luna is already twenty-eight years old and has reached the end of her career as a magpie.

He could feel her pain and dislike the fact that she was about to become a medical officer, a clerk, or an ordinary person.

In short, she will retire soon.

Her energy is fading, her insight is weakening.

"Mysticist, what do you want to tell me?"

Her voice is very beautiful.

hoarse. No, it should be said to be silky, like honey.

Ren knew that he was a little in love with her, which made him feel relieved.

It's been a long time since he had feelings for a woman other than sensuality last time, about five years, and not since he left Cuconar.

"There are quite a few, Colonel."

He replied, took out the file pocket under his arm and opened it.

"Are you really on the other side of the river?"

An attendant stared at him and asked.

Ren felt a desire to worship, this was a girl who admired the strong.

"Yes...what's your name?"

"Via, sir."

The girl smiled sweetly. She was the most mature of Luna's attendants, about nineteen years old.

Wei Ya obviously felt that a courageous wizard was very imaginative-the outside world always believed that the occultist of the Citizen Temple was a wizard.

"Yes, Ms. Wei Ya, I pretended to be a cultist, and I collected intelligence in the core area of ​​that city for the past four days."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

Another attendant asked.

"Yes, it's dangerous."

"How did you let those ferocious green skins fail to eat you?"

"be quiet."

Luna said to her girls.

"An intelligence officer doesn't need to tell you all his skills."

"It's okay, Colonel."

Ren smiled and watched Wei Ya whispered.

"Teh-ooelemuonay..."

"what?"

Everyone looked confused.

"This is Occitan, which means..."

Ryan replied with a smile:

"My Occitan is as good as a fart."

"but--"

"My dear, I won't tell you how I did this, so please stop asking and let me continue?"