Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 719: Dust Cleaning (2)

"Why can't I go! Hubble wants to go too, I want to drink!"

Alan looked at the Catu with a headache, and Hubble waved his powerful arm in his armor to emphasize his thoughts. Ever since Christine had invited them to a bottle of wine, the Catalans were obsessed with the contents of the glass. It was unknown who had told him about the evening's dusty banquet, and Hubble was looking forward to it.

However, with his current appearance, it was hard to guarantee that he would reveal his carelessness after drinking at the banquet. At that time, even if Roddy gave the forbidden password, it would still bring unnecessary trouble to Beth Cod. Alan shook his head and laughed. "Alright, you know why you can't go. Well, stay here and I'll have someone bring you food."

"I want wine!" Hubble stressed.

"I'll give you a bucket of ale. Don't worry."

"No, two buckets!" Hubble swallowed his saliva in his helmet.

"Alright, it's up to you. Then, wait here." Alan patted his arm before sending him back to his room.

When they arrived at the dining hall of the camp, it was already packed with people. In the past, they were all warriors of Bescot, and tables were put together to form long tables. The table was already filled with food, golden bread, salad sausage, sandwich cakes with all sorts of fruit sauces, smoked bacon with oil, grilled steaks with mint, and large glasses of chilled ale.

The cafeteria was filled with noisy music. The officers and soldiers ate and sang together, and the atmosphere was extremely intense.

"Alan, here." Regis, who had arrived early, waved his arm vigorously. His table was filled with hunting squad members. Reese was already half drunk and was pulling Rena to dance. Lucy, who was sitting beside him, could not close her mouth with a smile of frustration and helplessness on her face. Christine was sitting not far away, surrounded by the young men of the Black Knights, the Silver Heavenly Horses, and the Red Warriors. It seemed that they were pursuing Christine.

When Alan entered the table, his soldiers served as waiters. Alan did not forget to order food to be delivered to Hubble, and specifically warned him to order two barrels of ale before he sat down at ease. Regis chewed bacon and a roasted steak hung on his fork, his mouth oily. At this moment, Roddy squeezed over and placed a wine bottle as thick as his arm on the table. Roddy opened the bottle and shouted, "Drink!"

After a few glasses of strong liquor, Alan's face was as red as an apple. It was as if there was a ball of fire burning in his body, and his body temperature had risen by a lot compared to before. Roddy was very happy. He patted Allen's shoulder and said, "A man must know how to drink. It's no different from a woman not drinking."

"Your Highness," he said to Lucy, "I have no intention of discriminating against you women. It's just that there are men on the battlefield who don't drink. Alan drinks too much to get closer to everyone."

'"Mr. Roddy," said Lucy helplessly, "I don't seem to object to Alan drinking."

"That's good." Roddy laughed and patted Alan, "Look here. The only difference between an officer and a soldier is that the officer gives the order and the soldier is responsible for completing it." Apart from that, there was no difference between them. We eat together, sleep together, pick up girls. It can be said that our discipline is the worst in the army of the aristocratic clans, but our combat strength on the battlefield is not much inferior to that of the top rich clans. Do you know why it's like this, Ellen? "

"Because everyone here is brothers and sisters. I can be shot for any of them, be they officers or soldiers. They can also shed their last drop of blood for me, for the clan. If they need to sacrifice themselves, these iron men won't frown." Roddy said proudly.

When he looked at the restaurant again, Allen felt different from before. There was an indescribable throbbing in his heart, as if it was due to the effects of alcohol. The flames in his chest almost burst out. He could roughly feel Roddy's pride and honor. It was precisely these warriors' expedition and bloody battles that gave Bethcodt his reputation!

"I heard that you almost had an accident on Frost Star?" Roddy drank another glass of wine, then sat down to eat the food on the table and asked casually.

Allen nodded, "A death-spreading general has replaced our mission and lured us to the ground of death. Fortunately, we have some luck, and General Comon …"

He cut his throat and whispered, "The Federation doesn't know I did it."

Roddy laughed dryly and put a large steak on Allen's plate with a fork. "I like you more and more, Allen. Father is right, you will be the most dazzling star of our Beth Cod. Hey, Comon, it's the Grant family. I can only say you did well. Lanny has a good son, too bad …"

Alan's face darkened when he heard his mother's name. Roddy looked at him and put his hand on his head. "Don't be sad, son. Your mother is a woman, but she's always strong. As her son, I know she doesn't want you to be sad. You're her pride, and she'll be proud of you. Come, drink this!"

After a glass of strong liquor, the little sadness from earlier seemed to dissipate. Alan hiccupped and said, "Comon is a small matter, but I have encountered something more serious on Planet Frost."

"What is it?" Roddy put a sausage in his mouth.

"There's a mole in the Federation, Uncle Roddy. They do business with the Catus in the Chaos Canyon. I saw it with my own eyes and tracked the Catus' base on Frost Star. That's why there are tickets to the Garden of Eden."

After biting half of the sausage, Roddy opened his mouth for a long time before throwing the remaining half into his big mouth. When the sausage disappeared from his big mouth, he laughed dryly, "I knew it would happen. Whenever, wherever, there would always be people who disregarded their principles. Hey, we're fighting on the front lines, and these damn things are trading with enemies. Do you know who it is?"

"I'm not sure. At that time, the person in charge of the convoy was only a colonel. However, the members of the convoy were from various legions, so it would be difficult to trace their superiors."

"This cigarette. Mist bomb is pretty good, but it's normal. If it's so easy to find out, that person won't be able to stay in the Federation until now, right?" "Who else knows about this?" Roddy asked.

"Supervisor of Castellan Base, I asked him to delete the relevant information from the identity token."

"Well, you did well. I hope the supervisor doesn't spill the beans for his own good. After all, the water here is too deep, and people will drown."

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