"It's not appropriate to go to the Württemberg at this time."
"It's even more inappropriate for you to go see the Emperor."
As they were talking, the cigarette case was already in Wolfgang's hand. Dingle was a little confused and was about to ask when Wolfgang shook his head and waved his fingers from side to side.
Outside the carriage, the rhythmic sound of hooves, occasionally accompanied by the snort of a warhorse, reminded Dingell that the Storm Special Combat Team was escorting the carriage.
"Regarding the specific battle report of the Battle of Enzos, you can report to the Emperor tomorrow morning, and I will take you with me."
“The Emperor is resting today,” Wolfgang continued.
“Okay, I’ll follow your instructions.” Dingle understood as soon as Wolfgang gave him a look.
It's 9:30 at night.
The carriage slowly came to a stop, and Dingle followed Wolfgang off the carriage. As soon as he stepped out, Dingle showed a surprised expression.
The massive royal palace remained as magnificent as ever, but tonight, Dingle saw an endless barbed wire fence erected outside the palace. The barbs on the fence were sharp and jagged, rough and hard, adding a touch of ferocity to the royal palace's style.
Inside the barbed wire fence, a large number of Storm Special Combat Team members were patrolling, dressed in identical black leather jackets, looking like wandering ghosts.
His gaze was cold and stern, his face serious, and he held a musket as if he were always ready to fire a bullet.
The royal palace, which was being patrolled by these ghosts, was now brightly lit, even dazzling, with lights on in almost every part.
But in the darkness of the night, it seemed somewhat out of place.
"Let's go in," Wolfgang said, looking at the stunned Dingle.
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