The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

After listening to Micarrie's account, Cheerchen was sighed first, then blamed himself. After coming back, he never expected to see Victor. It was the first time I went back to Lithuania, and it was also this time.

Cheerchen grabbed Mikari's little hand.

"Micari, haven't you eaten yet?" Cheerchen asked.

The little girl nodded and shook her head again.

Cheerchen understood. He pulled Mikari into the restaurant.

"Anzu, don't mind having one more person, right? This is the daughter of Lieutenant Victor." Cheerchen asked Anjay.

"It's a great honor." Anjay said with a smile, and asked the servant around him to take an extra knife and fork.

"Chechen, what's the matter? Did Victor ask her to look at you?" Piedro asked strangely.

"Uncle, Victor and Mrs. Corff are in trouble. They are now destitute and have a debt to be paid recently." Chechen sighed.

"How can it be!"

Cheerchen's words shocked Pidro and Fedot. Because the two had met Victor before, at that time, although Victor's injury hadn't healed, he didn't feel sleepy in his life. Even the wine he drank in the tavern was accounted for by Victor.

To the shock of the two, Cheer Chen just motioned to them to look at Mikari, who was eating sausages gorgingly. That way, it's like I haven't eaten it in a lifetime.

Pidro and Fedot saw Micarrie's eating like this, and finally realized that Victor was swollen and fattened.

Orina, Ingrid and others also looked at Mikari with sympathy, the latter had put all his thoughts on the food on the table instead of taking care of the people around him. When she finished eating one sausage and was about to get the second one, she realized that everyone was looking at her.

The little girl blushed.

"Can I eat the second one?" Mikari asked timidly.

"Of course." Orina said with a smile, and she personally picked up one and put it on Micarrie's dinner plate.

When Mikari finished eating the second one, Cheerchen said to her, "Mikari, I will take us to your house later."

The little girl nodded, her mouth was still full of food.

"Ingrid, you should prepare too." Piedro also said to Ingrid. This is a hint that Ingrid prepares some money.

Ingrid knows.

So, after Micarrie ate the third sausage and said that he couldn't eat it anymore, Cheerchen, Pidro and Ingrid accompanied Micarrie to their place.

The carriage drove across a muddy path and stopped in front of a pure wooden cabin.

Mikari knocked on the door, and the first person to greet her was Victor. But when he saw Cheerchen, the expression on Victor's face was not the joy Cheerchen had always thought, but an expression of embarrassment and arrogance he had never seen before. At this time, Victor's figure was thin overall, his cheeks were completely sunken, his skin was waxy yellow, and his clothes were full of tears and scratches.

"Dad!" Mikari threw himself into Victor's arms happily.

"Why are you here?" Victor stroked Mikari's soft hair with one hand, and asked Cheerchen and the others with a cane in the other.

"Victor, my old friend. Let's see you." Piedro opened his hand and tried to give Victor a hug.

"No, no need." Victor said, and he tried to close the door back.

Pidro was embarrassed.

Cheerchen kept looking at Victor's eyes, his eyes seemed to say, "Do you want the whole world to know my situation!"

Victor will not accept our help. Cheerchen thought to himself.

"Viktor, don't be like this." Cheerchen hurriedly pressed his toes against the crack of the door, so that Victor couldn't close the door.

"Is it the head of Chelchen and the deputy head of Pedro?"

From the room came the voice of Mrs. Corff (though it should be called Mrs. Victor now, but it is still called that for convenience).

Then, he stretched out his hand from the crack in the door and pulled the door open. Corff smiled and said to the three of them: "I heard your voices in the room."

"Yes, ma'am. We happened to ran into Mikari on the street, and then asked her to take us to see you." Cheer Chen said with a smile.

Mrs. Corff gave a knowing smile. She knew that Cheerchen was hiding it for herself in order to save face.

And Victor's expression softened a bit when Cheerchen said this.

Victor, the iron-blooded soldier, was so docile in front of Mrs. Corff. He saw that Mrs. Corff was about to invite Chechen them in, so he had to let go. But he still stubbornly didn't say a word, and limply walked back to the chair and sat down.

Cheerchen and the three walked into the room. They found out that the house was terribly crude. The tables and chairs in the room were all made of logs, the windows were covered with raw lambskin that had not been nitrated, and there was a loaf of bread and a small saucer of salt on the table. This life, even if compared with Miatelsk, is far worse. And the best thing in the room is a set of dresses on the hangers, which should have been worn by Victor when he went to teach at the earl's house.

But even though life was so embarrassing, Mrs. Corff's face was filled with real joy. The former duchess seemed content to wear an apron and be a housewife.

Mrs. Corff greeted Cheerchen and they sat down.

"Head of Chechen, I saw you when you escorted the imperial minister into the city, you are really awe-inspiring." Mrs. Korff said to Chechen.

Cheerchen is very happy that Mrs. Korff mentioned this. It's not that Cheerchen is proud, but that Mrs. Corff's words can well introduce what she wants to say for herself. Cheerchen could see that Victor's self-esteem drove him not to accept any help from himself. In his opinion, it was a kind of charity. Cheerchen can only change his strategy, turning himself from helping Victor into Victor helping himself.

"What's the use of prestige? You don't know, the commander will soon join the king to counterattack Warsaw, and I will also join the war, but my people have been dispersed, except for Uncle Pidro and Ingrid. , I'm a polished commander." Cheerchen sighed.

When these words came out, Pidro and Ingrid also sighed in unison. The sighs of the two were so real, because it was the truth after all.

"Then what should I do? Doesn't the commander assign someone to you?" Mrs. Corff asked with concern. Victor, who was sitting on the side, also pricked his ears and listened. Although Victor was no longer able to go to the battlefield, he had been a soldier for half his life after all, and he instinctively cared about military matters.

"The general commander should assign people to us, but they must be recruits. Training will also be a problem at that time. Our number is too small." Chechen said.

"It's true, it would be nice if you had more officers." Mrs. Corff also said.

"The key is not the officer. Our people are enough. The key is to have someone who is experienced and trained. We may be leaving in less than a month. Time is running out." Pidro interjected to Ke. Mrs. Wolf winked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mrs. Korff understood. She kicked Victor and said, "Victor, Cheerchen and Piedro are in trouble, how about you help them?"

Before Victor could answer, Pidro suddenly slapped his thigh: "Look at me, I didn't expect it! In addition to leading the infantry team, Victor used to be a good player in training."

"Yes, thanks to Uncle you reminded me." Cheer Chen also pretended to be happy.

"Sorry, I'm disabled, I have more than my heart, but I don't have enough energy." Victor refused without thinking. He knew that he was no longer suitable for the battlefield.

"It's not that you want to lead the soldiers to fight, or you want to use your mouth and hands to help us train a group of infantry." Pidro tried to make things simple.

"I already have a job and can't leave." Victor found another reason to refuse. He still thinks he is not capable of doing a good job.

"Victor, help Cheerchen and the others, don't they say your friends?" Mrs. Corff said very hard.

Victor shook his head anyway. It can be seen that his heart has begun to shake.

Cheerchen knows what is enough to stop. He put aside the topic, and then chatted with Victor a few more words. After about an hour, he stood up and said goodbye to Victor and Mrs. Corff.

Ingrid also stood up. She originally wanted to take out the bag of Taylor, but Cheechen stopped it with her eyes.

Mrs. Corff sent the three of them out the door, and Victor sat blankly without standing up.

"Really, you don't even give it away..." Mrs. Corff, who had sent Cheorchen out of the door, turned her head to complain about her husband, but saw Victor playing with a high-top helmet. That was the only thing he kept.