The words had barely left his mouth.
“But I don’t think the Flower Festival will be held this year, and it’s not even certain for next year… before this damn war ends…” Huffman stopped abruptly after saying this.
At this point, Smed and Pokel almost simultaneously clicked their tongues in dissatisfaction.
But Dingle then said, "It will be over soon."
“Colonel… I don’t mean to offend you, but I must say… that’s unlikely,” Smythe suddenly whispered.
Dingle turned his face and met his gaze.
Why do you think that?
“Colonel, along the way, didn’t you see how those civilians are now…” Smyder had barely finished speaking when Pokel, sitting next to him, tugged at his arm:
"Alright, Smythe."
"Don't say things like that, martial law is in effect now..."
“It’s alright, Pokel, the colonel is an upright man,” Smed interrupted.
"Pat-pat-pat".
At this point in the conversation, the sound of leather boots could be heard in the distance. Huffman, who was standing, immediately bent down and whispered:
"The Storm Fighting Team is on patrol. Let's stop talking about sensitive topics."
Then everyone fell silent, and a team of Storm Special Combat Team members wearing leather boots walked towards them.
"What are you doing here?" the special forces captain shouted from afar.
Just as Dinger was about to get up, a guard rushed out of the vehicle booth behind him, saying only, "Let me explain," before hurrying over to the special forces captain to explain.
A few minutes later, the Storm Special Forces team left in orderly steps, and the guards returned.
"When can we go to the Royal Castle?" Dingle asked.
"Please wait a little longer," the guard said, looking troubled.
"Isn't there a carriage? Why can't we go to the Royal Castle? What went wrong that's taking so long?" Dingle asked, puzzled.
The guard whispered, "Please understand, this is a special time."
"Could you explain the reasons in detail?" Dingle's brows gradually furrowed.
Seeing that the Storm Fighting Team had gone far away, the guard walked up to Dingle and whispered:
"That's right, Colonel. We need to receive a pass from the Royal Castle before we can arrange a carriage for you. The Royal Castle is currently under lockdown, and no one is allowed to enter or leave without a pass."
Upon hearing the word "lockdown," Dingle frowned: "Why?"
The guard shook his head nervously: "I'm sorry, Colonel, I don't know either."
Having said that, without waiting for Dingle to ask any further questions, he strode into the carriage pavilion. But as he stepped inside, a guard poked his head out and said:
"Colonel, you may come in and wait. We don't know when the pass will be delivered."
Hearing this, Dingle looked helpless and could only shake his head and say, "I understand."
"...Okay." The guard mumbled a reply and pulled his head back inside.
"You can go in if you want, I'll sit outside for a while," Dingle said with a slight sigh to the three people beside him.
"The air outside is nice, I want to sit a little longer." Huffman, arms crossed, lightly stomped his heels.
“But you’re standing here.” Pokel raised his face and winked at Huffman.
With a "smack," Smed slapped the empty seat on the bench, pouted, and said, "What are you waiting for?"
Huffman pursed his lips, lowered his arms, and walked over, but as he approached, he said to Dingle, who was sitting next to the empty seat:
"Sir, may I sit down?"
Dingle was taken aback, somewhat puzzled by what he said, but quickly nodded and said, "Of course."
As he spoke, he shifted his body and pressed himself against the armrest of the bench on the left.
"Thank you." Huffman then sat down next to Dingle.
Smed, who couldn't stop talking, suddenly said:
"Colonel, send the pass over immediately if it is."
"Do you think we're the only people walking alone at night tonight?"
"Of course, 'those guys' definitely don't count."
“You really know how to talk…” Bokar nudged Smyth’s shoulder, and Dingle licked his lips and grinned, “It certainly seems that way for now.”
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