"who?"
Wolfgang frowned and put the pipe he was smoking down in his hand.
"It's me." A hoarse voice came from outside the door.
“It’s Bowerman,” Wolfgang whispered to Dingle, then raised his voice and asked towards the door:
"What's the matter so late, Bowerman?"
"Let's just chat for a few minutes, open the door and we'll talk."
Wolfgang's brow furrowed even more, and he turned to Dingle and whispered, "Don't say anything out of line later."
Dingle nodded, his gaze still fixed on the doorway.
Wolfgang dusted the cigarette ash off his legs, then got up and walked to the door, unbolting it. As the door opened, a greeting followed:
Good evening, Field Marshal Wolfgang.
Bowerman stood at the door with his hands in the pockets of his leather coat. His tall frame looked like a wall. His thin face was angular, with slightly sunken cheeks, but his cheekbones were high. Above his equally high, hooked nose were two thin, long, triangular eyes, which were perfectly hidden by the brim of his hat.
Although Bowerman greeted them with a smile, it was extremely stiff, as if someone was pulling his face up.
However, Wolfgang didn't care. He knew it wasn't Bowerman's fake smile, but rather that he actually had facial paralysis.
Seeing that there was no one else behind him, Wolfgang led him into the room, saying as they walked:
"Dingel returned to Salibia this evening, and I brought him here..."
Bowerman had already seen Dingle in the room, but simply nodded and said, "I know."
As he spoke, he nodded to Dingle by the window and said, "Good evening, Dingle."
"It's been a while since I've seen you. I'm so glad to see you back safely from the battlefield."
"Good evening, Minister Bowerman." Dingle returned a military salute, but his expression was somewhat unnatural, because Bowerman's gaze was as sharp as a knife, constantly scanning him.
“You seem a little nervous,” Bowerman suddenly chuckled hoarsely.
Before Dingle could speak, Wolfgang chuckled softly, sat back in his chair, and said:
"Bowman, tell me, who wouldn't be nervous if they saw you?"
Bowerman shrugged and said jokingly, "Perhaps I came at the wrong time and disturbed your reunion."
Wolfgang chuckled dryly, while Dingle said, "No, Minister."
"You have important matters to discuss with Field Marshal Wolfgang, so I'll leave now..."
Before he could finish speaking, Bowerman interrupted, "There's nothing confidential or important to discuss, so you don't need to go out. Since you're here, I also have something I'd like to ask you."
"Yes, Minister."
“So, what is it? Sit down and talk, Bowerman.” Wolfgang looked at Bowerman.
Bowerman did not sit down, remaining standing with his hands still in his pockets. He looked at Dingle and said:
"Dingel, you are one of the few survivors of the Battle of Enzos. I heard from your men that you rushed back to Salibia because you wanted to see the Emperor."
"Is it right?"
"Yes."
"The battle report on the Battle of Enzos has already been sent back, and it is very detailed. But as someone who experienced that battle firsthand, you must have more information about the battlefield."
"So, what specific information do you need to see the Emperor for? Could you tell me first?"
Upon being asked this question, Dingle felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
The reason for requesting an audience with the Emperor was to hand over the letter written by Dylan, but the contents of that letter were extremely sensitive, and how could he possibly reveal it to Bowerman?
Especially after the incident Wolfgang just mentioned.
Thinking of this, Dingle immediately said, "Yes, Minister, let me explain it to you."
Having said that, Dingle began his narration, which continued for half an hour.
Throughout this time, Bowerman listened quietly without sitting down or making any other movements. He stood motionless on the ground like a statue, and even his facial expression remained unchanged.
Wolfgang, sitting nearby, kept smoking but didn't say a word, simply listening quietly as well.
"In fact, I think..."
As Dingle was repeating the same old thing over and over, Bowerman, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up impatiently:
"Alright... Dingle."
"That's all for now. You've explained things very thoroughly, but these are basically all things that were already written in the previous battle reports."
Upon hearing this, Dingle thought to himself that it was only natural, since he was the one who wrote the battle report about Enzos.
“I can’t glean any valuable information from your account, please forgive me for saying so, but it’s absolutely true.” Bowerman frowned, a rare occurrence for him.
Dingle looked helpless: "I'm sorry, maybe I didn't explain it clearly enough."
"If possible, I can talk to you again..."
Bowerman pulled his hand, clad only in a dark red glove, from his pocket and said to Dingle, "No need. You can prepare your words tonight and speak to the Emperor in person tomorrow."
Then, he turned to Wolfgang and said:
"Marshal Wolfgang, we have arrested quite a few traitors in the past two days, and I believe we will be able to eliminate them all soon, but the conscription process still needs to continue."
“I think you have to set an example, take your army, and organize mobilization, not just in Salibia, but in other places as well. I have already arranged for people to do so, but the support of the army is still needed.”
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