"You mean, the commander of the naval fleet? Barry Westwin? Baron Tyrosus was stunned for a moment and asked Locke. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes," Locke nodded hurriedly.

Baron Tairosos pondered for a moment and nodded, "That's a good idea, and he'll be coming over for this meeting." ”

"If possible, I would like to establish an office here in the name of the southern theater of operations of the Crusaders." Locke looked into the eyes of Tyrosus.

"Office? What kind of organization is it? Baron Tyrosus chewed on the unfamiliar word and asked Locke curiously.

"Well, to put it simply, once you need anything, you can contact my office there directly, and Iva will ship what you need."

"A merchant's shop?" Baron Tairosus nodded.

"Almost," said Locke, after a moment's thought, "when this offensive is over, I'll begin fighting in the south." I can't stay here all the time, so you can also contact me directly through it, and you can tell me if you need anything through it, so that I have time to prepare. ”

Then Locke greeted Baron Tairosus's complicated expression and said, "Now Iva is the logistics base of the entire Crusader, and I think it doesn't matter much if you add Silver Dawn." ”

"Well, thank you then, Locke." Baron Tairosus squeezed a stiff smile out of his face and thanked Locke.

Locke laughed inwardly at this.

Very well, this is going to be the biggest intelligence agency that I have here, and it will radiate all the surrounding towns.

As time passed, the paladins and commanders who participated in this military meeting began to enter the arena. Some members of the Brotherhood of Light who had reached the level of auditors, as well as officers of Silver Dawn, also began to enter the church through the side door.

After bidding farewell to his host, Baron Terosos, Locke strode towards the Chapel of the Light's Wishes. At the doorway, the guards stopped Locke's guards, and Locke walked in alone.

In this magnificent hall, bright light pours in through the skylight of the cathedral, and a fresh breeze blows through the hall. At the pulpit, large white candles are neatly arranged in front of a large stained glass. In front of the window is a proud portrait of the emperor, with thousands of shards of stained glass embellishing his broad countenance and aristocratic temperament, where some clergy are bowing and praying.

In the middle of the hall is a large, long oak table, with seats on the left and right sides of the table. Several bigwigs were already sitting there, talking to each other.

Locke walked over to the side of the crusaders and pulled out his chair next to Tyran.

As soon as he sat down on his left, Tyran lowered his head and asked in his ear. "Hey, why are you late?"

Locke turned his head to look at the main seat above, the position that belonged to the Grand Commander Dassault Khan, and the position of the host Baron Tairossos had not yet been seated.

"How so? Our Grand Commander hasn't arrived yet," Locke looked at Tyran carefully after leaning back in his chair, not to mention that he really resembled Old Fording, just like a mold carved out of a mold.

"What? Am I not looking good today? Tyran looked down at Locke as he stroked his robe and tugged at the scarf under his neck.

"No, it's nothing, you're thinking too much, I was just thinking about things."

Ignoring Tyran's doubts, Locke withdrew his gaze and looked across the side, where the side belonging to Silver Dawn and the Brotherhood of Light was almost full.

However, among the dozen or so people seated, there were only two paladins, who they did not know themselves, and the rest were clergy in priests' robes. Right now, these people all looked at themselves in amazement, and it was clear that their age was once again in the spotlight.

Oh, and at the very end, Locke also saw Father Innigo Montor, and the old priest smiled at him.

The side door opened again, and several paladins and warriors who were watching entered the room, and they could only find a place to sit in the corner of the hall. The sharp-eyed Locke saw Colfax and the paladin Erigor.

The two men, Colfax was as serious as a stone by the river, and he greeted the observers with a cold face, while Erigor was the opposite of him. He wore a green cloak, and as a paladin, he kept his oath and smiled at the priests present, but he rarely greeted anyone who was not blessed by the Light, and it was obvious that he was a little conceited.

Indeed, being able to become a paladin at the age of 25 does have the capital of conceit.

Not long after, two more middle-aged men walked through the main entrance, wearing the Crusader's sky-blue double-headed eagle robes.

They sat down next to Locke, and just as Locke was wondering to himself, they began to introduce themselves.

"Commander Harvey? Hello, I'm Vademar, lord of the Hand of Tyr," the middle-aged man sitting next to Locke introduced himself with a smile. The High Lord looked to be about the same age as the High Lord Mograine, his beard and eyebrows were already turning white, and the wrinkles on his face were dense.

Then he staggered to free up the middle distance, pointed to the middle-aged man with gray-white hair next to him, and said, "He's Barry Weswin, the commander of our naval fleet. ”

"Hello, nice to meet you." Barry Westwin looked to be in his 40s, and his exposed complexion was somewhat bronzed, as if he was constantly exposed to the sun. He leaned on the table, turned his head to Locke and smiled, "It's been a long time since I've seen a paladin so young like you. ”

After Waldmar staggered, a salty smell of the sea drifted over Barry Westwin's body.

"Then you must be an experienced naval commander," Locke replied with a smile. "The Endless Sea tells me that you've sailed on it countless times, and it's protesting like this, like this smell."

Barry Westwin was stunned for a moment, then grinned, and he found an orange out of nowhere and took a bite.

"Do you need it?"

Looking at the bitten orange in front of him, Locke shook his head.

"It's a good thing, and we're only able to feed ourselves at sea. It doesn't matter if it's tasty or not, at least it can reduce our chances of getting sepsis. ”

"So, if you get used to it, you won't be able to change it for a while."

Barry Weswin shrugged his shoulders, picked up the orange and took another bite, yellow juice splashing on his robe.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, ignoring the frowning brows of the priests of the Brotherhood of Light opposite.