The big captain who seemed to be overly honest would make Roland worry about whether he would accidentally jump into the trap of marriage fraud. actually got together with Li Lin's text secretary?

It's like a fairy tale.

"The captain always looks like a big grin, and when I asked him, I realized that he liked children as much as I did. ”

"The lieutenant is the best. ”

Nona leaned on Sasha like a coquettish, her little face rubbing back and forth on the short skirt of her uniform, and her tail wagging happily.

"I like Nona too, and I told Captain Sù that I hope that among the children born to Captain in the future, there will be a good girl like Nona who is obedient and cute. ”

"Wait--" Roland, who grasped the subtlety of a word, as if he had heard something very strange, raised his hand and asked, "children, how many children are you going to have with that captain?"

"After discussing with the captain, we all think that more is better, at least ten, right?"

"Ten, ten......!!"

I hadn't seen the orcs with septuplets and octuplets in one breath, and Roland's face changed suddenly.

"It's a kind of rebellion. ”

Stroking Nona, Sasha's face revealed a proud smile as a woman and as a mother:

"In addition to joining the front line of the military like Major Brunhill, we female elves have nothing but logistical, medical, and clerical work. For the sake of the whole race and this country, the greatest support can be given birth to children. ”

Stunned as he stared at the elven girl sitting on the edge of the fountain of the Mother Goddess, longing to become a mother, a soft and sour wind blew into Roland's heart.

In order to protect this peaceful and prosperous place in front of her, not only Li Lin, but this girl is also working hard in her way.

"You're ......!!"

The gasping exclamation trembled behind him, and Roland turned his face in the light of the effect, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was. Then he was stunned,

Alfheim isn't a very large and densely populated city, but the chances of meeting someone in the same place shouldn't be much higher.

Same as that day. The children's group is dressed in black shirts and blue shorts, with a thin physique and a slightly bookish face, which is still full of hamster-like cuteness.

Unlike that day, the elf boy was holding a heavy-looking book in his arms.

"You're the ...... that day"

Roland said dumbfounded.

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The air was filled with the scorching smell of grease and mineral smelting, metalworking and cutting. I also vaguely smell the sweat of the technical workers.

The four walls and ceilings are painted white, and the building is still on the drawings with excellent lighting, and every Qiē in the huge factory building is illuminated. The inside is a clear sight.

The technicians, dressed in blue overalls, put down what they were doing, tensed their expressions, and put their hands behind their backs with their legs apart. Hold your hand against the wall and take a break.

In the past, the machine was noisy, the mechanics were running back and forth, and the situation confirmed loudly by the staff had disappeared for the time being. The elven mechanics had some difficulty adjusting to this sudden change, but the excitement that was about to explode quickly drove some discomfort away from their bodies. Everyone looked nervously at the door.

"Gentlemen, Your Excellency the Archon has arrived!"

Wow!!

The sound of heels striking in unison echoed through the workshop, and visitors almost thought they were back in the familiar barracks.

All the craftsmen here regularly receive rigorous military training, and they also have a certain amount of experience in handling and using various light and heavy weapons. These training syllabuses were developed in accordance with the hypothetical worst-case scenario of a certain department of the General Staff - that is, the mechanics here needed to be able to fight while producing chariot cannons!

This is the Nibelung, where all kinds of weapons of the Wehrmacht are manufactured. As small as a 9mm pistol bullet production line. The large-caliber naval guns of floating warships are all brought out of the assembly line by the dexterous hands of the craftsmen, and then enter the army after strict quality inspection procedures.

At present, the size of the Defence Force has not changed, but everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before the arms are expanded. Therefore, military production has never stopped, and it continues to operate in accordance with the requirements of the "Regulations on the Reserve of Munitions Materiel" to meet the requirements of one gun per citizen over the age of 16 in Alfheim and one rocket launcher for two people in the emergency plan.

Powering a constantly operating production line, improving and correcting problems and deficiencies in the use of ordnance by the military, and recycling end-of-life military products for recycling—all thanks to these busy technicians.

As the end of the military production system, they have not been able to appear in front of the citizens and on the battlefield as glamorously as the army, and these unknown mechanics have never received flowers and applause. But they have never been dissatisfied and resentful about it, and they will devote themselves to production work every day, which is their expectation.

Banished to the Wastelands, swept into oblivion by the Elves, they desperately need to reclaim their status and glory.

- For the revival of Gilmania, they have endured humiliation for more than a thousand years, and after the last 6 or 7 generations of elves, they have finally ushered in the king of the Transcendental Species, and under the king's leadership, they have great wealth and Alfheim. In order to protect these achievements in front of you, until you finally achieve your long-cherished wish. As the sword and shield of the state, the defense forces were formed. The weapons in the hands of the Defence Guards, who are ahead of the rest of the world, are the hands of skilled craftsmen who have been trained by the company of lathes, the workshop as their home, and the lessons of blood and tears.

To be able to do this is happy and proud for them.

"All stand upright!Respect to Your Excellency the Consul!!"

Led by Kraus Todt, Minister of Labor and President of the Paramilitary Labor Organization, the elven mechanics greeted the swaggering black-haired boy, and Li Lin, with his usual mysterious and elegant smile, led the military backbone behind him to salute the mechanics, waving frequently in the frenzied air that was about to burn.

"Gentlemen, relax. I'm not here to spank anyone. ”

A burst of laughter erupted in the workshop, and the excessively thick political atmosphere was suddenly diluted by Li Lin's words with the breath of life, and he glanced at Tothé beside him, and the shrewd Minister of Labor immediately understood and waved his hand around. The mechanics, who looked like underworld bodyguards in blue clothes, took off their stands, and the military producers, who had long been unable to contain their excitement and enthusiasm, came over from the wall and surrounded their consuls. (To be continued.) )

PS: Guess the small theater