The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

Ironically, the strategist who should be strategizing and the killer who should be unstoppable rebelled, but the exquisite and smooth spy still maintained his loyalty to Lord Eugene.

Pretending to be a stern old butler was so easy for a spy, at least no one, except the Duke himself, noticed that something was wrong.

What makes the Duke hard to let go is that since his parents passed away, he has been secretly collecting the dynamics of the people around him, including the butler's activity route.From moving to the north until now, it can be said that everything is meticulous, even which flowers are pruned and which land is swept will be presented in the file.

But the butler's trajectory was flawless.There wasn't a single night when he went out without a reason, and there wasn't a single act that went out of line, and the Duke couldn't even find a specific time when he was turned into a spy.

He could only judge by his own feelings that the butler was probably the one who was replaced during the period when Eugene's personality changed drastically.

This is a gruesome result.

If the butler has always been Eugene's man, how to explain the duke's feeling that something is wrong?

If the housekeeper has indeed been dropped, but there is no trace, if someone can do it, there is only one possibility...

The Duke was reluctant to believe in this possibility, because if so, the butler who had accompanied him since he was a child would never be able to come back anyway.

Goss knocked on the door, interrupting the Duke's spreading negativity.

"Hey, sir, don't have a gloomy expression."

The keen Goss immediately noticed that the duke was in a bad mood, and he came to Field at a brisk pace, standing between the duke and the messy butler's files on the table.Field leaned back relaxedly, hiding the focused look in his eyes that had locked on the prey since Goss appeared.

He could also smell the clear and distant fragrance of Goss, like herbs in the forest, and like clouds and sky.

"Look what this is?" Goss took out a sheepskin tabloid full of text, and a picture in the middle occupied the largest section.

"This is the raving of someone who is overconfident." The Duke gently grasped Goss's wrist to adjust the direction, making it easier to read the tabloids, and greedily felt Goss' evenly beating pulse.

Anyone who has experienced the passing of life cannot fail to be fascinated by the living.

As soon as Lord Eugene was rescued by his loyal third-in-command, he issued a declaration of war non-stop.

In the tabloid photos, the golden two-headed lion flag was embroidered with a circle of crimson flames, announcing that the flames of war were about to ignite.

The restless commander of the Northern Territory was on his way to the conference hall.

He had seen the war initiated by Lord Eugene.The "devil's breath", which looks like smoke but not smoke, is packed in a jar. The soldiers covered by this gas have hideous faces, skin ulcers|rotten, and blood overflows from the ear, nose and throat like a fountain, until the skin and bones touch each other.

Not to mention the "eye of the abyss" that is round and inconspicuous, but can overturn a few meters in radius, and the "violent clarinet" that makes a deafening sound and can easily turn people into dust...

Although Eugene claims to be the messenger of the gods, his name as the lord of hell has been known to everyone on the Alola Continent.

"Enter." The Duke's permission to enter came from inside the house.

The commander pushed open the door and entered.

"Your Excellency, you...cough." He looked up and saw the Duke sitting on a chair with his head propped loosely, while the exclusive doctor sat on the table in front of the Duke with his legs bent and his feet not touching.They are very close.

They are... Do I want to avoid suspicion?

The army commander blushed inexplicably in such a lingering atmosphere.

Goss propped himself up with one hand, turned his head, and the crow hair was scattered.

The Duke curled a strand of Goss's hair around his fingertips, and said in a cold tone, "Say it directly."

The army commander put on a straight face and talked about the business: "Eugene is preparing the army to go to war. I would like to inquire about the specific deployment."

"When I divided the area, I insisted on keeping Willick County. Do you know why?" Field asked a question.

why?

Is it because the Weilik area is the border area of ​​the northern border, and it does have a unique hilly landform, facing the central part across the river?

Or is it because it has sufficient water resources and the climate is not too harsh, making it a rare grain-producing area in the north?

The entire Weilik County is in a ring shape, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Could it be that it means to defend?

Goss raised his hand enthusiastically and replied: "I know, does it make your layout look better?"

Commander: "...?"

From the map, Lord Field's territory really looks like a entrenched python, and the ring-shaped Willick County just forms the tail of the serpent, which is lifelike.

Field helplessly squeezed Goss's wrist that was propped on the table. Goss raised his hands timidly and said with a smile, "Just kidding, look at how worried your army commander is."

The army commander pinched his brows speechlessly.

"Weilik County is the only place in the north that borders the central part. No matter how they attack, they can't bypass this ring-shaped area. But there is one thing, this area has always been considered as a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack... it is not the case .”

Duke Field patted Goss.Goss jumped off the table, accidentally stepped on the Duke's foot, did not apologize, and stood by the Duke's side as if nothing had happened.

The army commander saw the Duke tremble inexplicably, and continued to poke his fingers into the gap in the sand table—the famous cold current of the siege.

Goss smiled and temporarily became the spokesperson of the Duke whose right foot was so painful that he didn't want to open his mouth, revealing the answer:

"Knock the cream off."

"They'll learn that glaciers can be a battlefield too."

Looking at the two high-spirited commanders, the army commander couldn't help but feel more at ease.

The confidence of the leader is the confidence of the soldiers, and the wisdom of the leader is the wisdom of the soldiers. It has always been like this.

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The head maid recently got a new job as the leader of the medical team, responsible for saving lives and medical equipment.

...the work span is indeed a bit large.

Well, the reason she got the job is also like a joke: just one afternoon, she let go of the carefully bandaged magpie and looked up at the bird to fly away in the wind.

Suddenly, a piece of blackness hung down from the tree - Goss's head, with black and smooth hair hanging down.

He asked her with an extremely friendly expression and tone: "Are you interested in becoming a doctor?"

"I……"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have medical knowledge, what I like is your heart to help the world."

"but……"

"You will have well-trained physicians under your command, and you will find that saving people is actually not much different from saving birds."

"No, I want to say,"

"Ok?"

"I hate people."

Goss: "...?"

The round-eyed, round-faced head maid is usually taciturn and quick to do things, and can keep the whole manor in order. No one has ever noticed that there is a beast hidden in her heart.

In fact, it is not without trace, after all, the head maid only shows a trace of warmth when facing small animals, and rarely works with people.

"I'm not a man," Goss said deadpan, "I'm a black raven, quack."

The head maid was still expressionless, but she was willing to communicate with him normally: "What can I get?"

Goss said in a persuasive tone: "It's a lot of fun being a medic, and you can watch them grin and thank you for saving his dog's life,"

"You can see that they usually treat you more respectfully than their fathers,"

"You can yell at them for not taking good care of their bodies."

The head maid's eyes shone slightly, and she lowered her voice and asked, "...you scolded the duke?"

"Ahem," Goss coughed twice and lowered his voice, "Of course. When he went out without a coat, I called him like a dead ghost."

"Deal." said the head maid, who is also the head of the medical team.

Then, a doctor wearing a gas mask in the shape of a black beak appeared in front of the soldiers, leading a medical team to take charge of their long-term treatment tasks.

They don't care about people at all.Every wounded soldier will be scolded and trembling, come out to train like crazy, and try to keep himself unscathed next time;

The soldiers who were so serious that they performed the operation were frightened by the threats of "ah, it seems that the scalpel fell inside" and "sorry, I don't know which part of your internal organs have been cut off";

Occasionally, a few medical soldiers who don't talk much, such as the team leader, are really ruthless. It is rumored that even the bravest soldiers can't leave her room without red eyes...

Even if everyone got the same gas mask afterwards, those medical soldiers with sharp beaks, high heels and cold voices were still a terrible nightmare in their hearts.

In the near future, because of the unique medical style, the soldiers in the northern border were injured less and less, and they even got the reputation of "uninjured army".And only the soldiers who are in it occasionally get drunk in the tavern, dare to relax and cry with their companions: "Injured, it really hurts..."

And now, they are preparing to resist Eugene.

If you have poisonous gas, I will develop a gas mask;

If you have landmines, I will go to the cold spring of the glacier;

If you have bombs, I'm ready for easy rain.

Not both left and right are modern methods. When both sides stand on the same starting line, other factors will really reveal their role.

The eyes of the whole continent are focused on this war between the big lords and the big lords, and gambling/games are blooming everywhere in the central part, all of which are predicting which side will win.

"The number of people who support us is not many... The bet is maintained at 3:7 now," Goss put the collected data in front of the Duke, pouted, "Most of them are from the south who once voted against You out of hatred. Golden ticket."

"You can't, Duke Field." Goss raised his eyebrows and said jokingly.

"Let's guess, with what mood did the seventy percent make their bet?" Duke Field asked meaningfully, pointing his index finger at the final ratio.

"I guess," Goss thought for a moment, "probably 'Let me lose.'"

Field nodded: "Correct answer."

"What we have is the justice to overthrow the cruel rule, and," his hands were folded on his chest, half-curved, as if holding something, "people's hearts."

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Don't research on war, I just imagined it myself [Pray with palms together.jpg]