My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 132 - 48. Chao! Were you actually able to make it real after I joked around?"_2

Chapter 132: 48. Chao! Were you actually able to make it real after I joked around?"_2

"I will report to General Loren immediately, get ready. The General might need to hear your report... You’re He Lu, right? I remember you are from Antani, a promising psychic, so, within 20 minutes, try your best to fix this mess to a point where even a normal person can understand!"

This promising psychic, you wouldn’t want to be scolded by General Loren for being unprofessional, would you?

This might leave a bad impression on your internship record in the army, you get what I mean?"

The psychic’s expression changed as he glanced at the spiritual energy display next to him, his face turning dark.

He fully understands the importance of this matter, but the issue lies with the mosaic-like object that directly affects his career. How exactly was he supposed to adjust it?

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Nearly an hour later, another important figure under the Pioneer Army System entered General Loren’s office under the escort of a military police officer.

The old knight Finoc, who had just returned from Transylvania to the Pioneer Fortress for rest, was wearing a linen shirt. He smelled faintly of alcohol, but he still carried the large oak blade wrapped in a sword cloth on his back.

The responsible military police officer should have confiscated his weapon, but the visibly exhausted General Loren waved his hand, signaling the officer not to bother.

These stubborn folks, more obstinate than dwarfs and limited by the old religious saints, would not give up their weapons. Moreover, the weapon carried by old Finoc was not an ordinary one.

It was their sacred blade, a proof of faith.

"Finoc, I know I promised to arrange for the remaining old soldiers of the White Oak Battle Group after the war. I am still willing to fulfill this promise, but I’m afraid you must set off immediately."

General Loren sat in his chair, his hands supporting him on the desk. Major Fraser and the black-robed psychic who had been tirelessly adjusting the image stood by his side.

The serious half-dwarf general said to the silent old knight:

"The situation in Cardman City has become unpredictable. Information on the suspected remnants of the Blood Vultures has been discovered. To avoid any further problems, I need you and your best hunters to reach there within three days for reconnaissance."

"Three days is not a problem, but I need to know how far you want to go?"

Old Finoc lifted his head, looked at General Loren, and asked:

"Specifically, who’s the target?"

"Who else could it be? Blood Vulture Duke Salokdal Collinsman·Lassenbrah!"

The half-dwarf General seemed somewhat agitated as he lit his pipe. He had personally announced the eradication of the Blood Vultures as the end of the war, but now Cardman City was stubbornly resisting beyond his control, which irritated General Loren.

After exhaling a puff of harsh smoke through his nostrils, he said in a deep voice:

"If the Blood Vulture Duke is dead, bring his body back! If he’s not dead, then finish him off! The amnesty application for the White Oak Battle Group is already on its way to Fog City. Under the normal congress procedure, you and your dwindling old soldiers will likely need two to three months to get a response.

And it will most likely be a watered-down resolution.

But if you can bring the insignia of the Blood Vulture Duke back for King Louis...

With this achievement, I believe your group, which has made numerous sacrifices in the war, will definitely be able to receive a special pardon document from the Golden Flower Palace."

"Alright!"

The old knight agreed without much hesitation. He nodded at the general and turned to leave, but General Loren stopped him.

"Wait, Finoc, Major Fraser will accompany you."

"There’s no need, General Loren."

The old knight said straightforwardly:

"I will be taking only thirty elite hunters into action, most of the old soldiers will be left back at the camp as hostages, so you don’t have to worry about us rebelling. Secondly, the major is just an ordinary person.

He won’t be able to withstand the hardship of crossing the Andma Hills to reach Cardman City within three days."

"I’m not distrusting you! Finoc, we’ve known each other for over forty years. Damn! I thought we were friends."

General Loren slammed his fist on the table, apparently hurt by his old friend’s words. Then he waved his hand, and Major Fraser and the psychic left the office.

After they left, Marshall Loren jumped down from his chair, walked over to old Finoc, and explained in a low voice:

"You’re good hunters, but not adept at summarizing and reporting. Major Fraser specializes in intelligence work and he will help you make a beautiful mission report. This report will go straight to King Louis’s desk.

Trust me, in your current situation, this is crucial for you.

Secondly, Fraser hails from the Cape family. They are staunch royalists, occupying seventeen seats in the Grand Parliament with their allies. Their household factories across all provinces of the kingdom are constantly producing supplies for the Pioneer Army.

If things go south, the friendship and shelter from the Cape family will be enough to save you poor souls from being wiped out...

Do you understand?

Honestly, Major Fraser is going there as a coating of gold.

The young talent I have chosen needs a beautiful military feat as a wedding gift from me. And you, after the war, will no longer be of use to the country, and I won’t be able to protect you anymore."