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Chapter 1246 - 421. Cape Holiday·Pride and Prejudice_2

Chapter 1246: 421. Cape Holiday·Pride and Prejudice_2

So, the conversation began with Lotus relentlessly praising his own accomplished young master. Regrettably, the Colonel couldn’t stay for long.

He soon set out on the road to Crimson Castle again, and in the carriage, his companion, Major Ron, General Solos’s youngest son, was grinning from ear to ear, counting Gold Coins in a small pouch.

"I mean, you’re not missing this little bit, are you?"

Colonel Fraser, somewhat helplessly rubbing his temples, said,

"It’s indecent, put it away."

"You don’t understand, Fraser, I don’t lack this little bit, but all these were won by luck!"

Major Ron laughed and said,

"Unlike you, who lost fifty Gold Coins at the slots in twenty minutes, I just played two rounds of bridge with the Northerners and won back everything you lost. These Transia Barbarians surely know how to entertain.

Their casino is really something.

I have a feeling that my military life in Transylvania won’t be as boring as I imagined."

"Be careful."

The Colonel warned,

"Your father runs a tight military. If he finds out you’ve been recklessly gambling and visiting brothels, the consequences at home might not be too pleasant."

"Are you silly?"

Behind closed doors, Major Ron had a very good relationship with Colonel Fraser. Responding to Fraser’s caution, Ron squinted his eyes and said,

"Who do you think I learned my card skills from?

This is called familial inheritance, understand?

When my father was still a Big Head Soldier, he was famously known as the ’Gambling King’ in his troop. He even saved up his marriage funds from gambling, something he boasts about when he’s drunk, second only to his illustrious military career.

Among his sons, I’m the most like him.

But, Fraser, I think I understand now why you were so cautious about Transylvania..."

The Major fiddled with the shining Gold Coins in his hand, squinting his brown eyes, and said,

"The Transia people are not only ferociously brave warriors; this reckless madness is led by a cunning that is top-notch, clearly seen in the unique operation of this casino and its flawless service. Some guys in Transylvania are far more intelligent than we anticipated.

They want to rebuild a nation from these ruins.

Ah, I finally understand why the Marshal is so concerned about the Vampire Governor, I haven’t met him yet, but he really is different from other vampires."

"When you actually meet him, you’ll understand even more deeply. He looks like a woman on the outside, but inside, he is far more profound than most men on this Continent."

Fraser leaned back in his seat, his gaze drifting towards the window.

He saw the distant Crimson Castle, no longer the desolate ruins of his memory; he could make out some properly planned buildings that were intermittently visible in his field of view.

It was an architectural style different from any other place on the Continent.

Perfectly square with hardly any curves, yet they stood there as neatly aligned as a well-disciplined, ready-to-deploy army.

The changes here were too significant!

Even Colonel Fraser, a "modern youth" influenced by Half-body Man civilization, felt a bit out of place.

As they passed the "Newbie Village" under the Torrent Knights’ jurisdiction, seeing the excellently planned and orderly newbie village architecture, and the villagers being loudly scolded by ferocious instructors during militia training on the threshing ground, this feeling grew even clearer.

"Why are they training with wooden sticks?"

Major Ron asked in surprise,

"Is this a rehearsal for spearman tactics? But it doesn’t look quite right, why are the formations so scattered, nothing disciplined about it at all."

"That’s not spearmen! Ron, good heavens, does your brain only work when you’re playing cards with the Northerners?"

Fraser said while making notes,

"They are musketeers... they just haven’t received their muskets yet. This is the most standard skirmish line tactic, unbelievable. They’ve already surpassed the Northerners’ rigid firing squads. Do you still think the people of Transylvania are pushovers?

Just look at the training involving sixty-year-olds and teenagers, and none of them complains. You can see it in their eyes.

They crawled back from disaster under Murphy’s leadership and have everything they have now.

They even live better than before the disaster, so there’s no doubting their determination to defend their homeland. Anyone who tries to take what they have will face the fierce counterattack of Transylvania.

The Wolf People are already a thing of the past, defeated by them; monsters that might terrify weak soldiers elsewhere are now just slaves being whipped at labor here.

So, who’s the next one to try conquering this place? Who else will taste bitter defeat at the hands of these barbarians?"

The Colonel in the carriage sighed deeply.

He didn’t know the term "Spartan society," but there was no doubt, he had gotten the answer he wanted from what he’d seen along the way.

"The best time to crush them is now!"

Major Ron, no longer joyous from winning money, said softly: