The division headquarters doesn't have this kind of potion that's suitable for casters to condense their mental power," said the division commander awkwardly.
Casters? Condense their mental power? What does this have to do with a knight who practices impetus? Why did Angelina suggest this?
Perhaps it was because he remembered from whom Locke, a low-ranking officer, had heard about these two potions, that the division commander made up his mind and said with difficulty, "This kind of potion is also very useful for knights, but it's only available in the logistics department of Falcon's headquarters. If you need it, I can get it for you." The division commander looked like he had suffered a great loss.
Seeing the division commander's expression, Locke knew that the will-condensing potion was even more precious than strengthening potion. If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when he would be able to get his hands on such a potion in the future. Locke gritted his teeth and agreed decisively, even at the cost of incurring the division commander's hatred. "Thank you, Lord George!"
Locke agreed happily, but the division commander had to suffer. This time, it wasn't as simple as losing a piece of his flesh. Although he was fat, losing a few pieces of flesh was nothing to him.
At night, the joint barracks of Falcon and Lion were brightly lit. There were torches and patrolling soldiers everywhere.
With a division commander like George taking the lead, there were of course green lights all the way. There weren't any soldiers who questioned them as they walked through the barracks. The fat regiment commander's physique was his pass, and there was probably only one regiment commander like him in the two big armies.
The stronghold made up of 70,000 people was still very large. Along the way, there was a continuous line of military tents. The tents were ten metres tall, representing at least a ten-man squad. There were at least 7,000 military tents here.
Of course, that was not all. A platoon jarl like Locke even had his own small tent.
Apart from the large number of military tents, Locke was also impressed by the fortifications and barricades outside the tents. Several giant catapults and siege hammers that could only be carried by a few people were quietly parked in the corner of this huge barracks.
Locke had only passed through a small part of the area. He couldn't believe how many such siege weapons there were in the entire Falcon and Lion corps.
Rows of sharp and sturdy barricades were erected outside the camp, probably to prevent the surrounded Shalorians from fighting to the death.
Locke didn't dare to imagine how many horses would be needed to surround a large city with a population of nearly a hundred thousand. He didn't dare to imagine how much manpower and resources would be required.
Locke used to be just an ordinary soldier. He'd seen these things before, but he hadn't thought much about them. He used to fight every day so that he wouldn't die in battle the next day. He used to be satisfied with just a meal of black bread for dinner.
Now that he was a platoon jarl and was chatting with Cardoj and a division jarl next to him, he couldn't help but look deeper and think further.
Perhaps noticing that Locke was staring at the rows of catapults outside the barracks in the distance, George introduced, "These catapults took a lot of effort. It took 80,000 Shalorian slaves and an entire logistics division of Falcon a month to complete."
The division jarl couldn't help but reveal a sense of pride in his words. This was a huge city with a population of a hundred thousand, yet it was surrounded by fortifications and troops just like that.
Locke was thinking about the 80,000 Shalorian slaves, which was actually more than the total number of people in Falcon and Lion. Just like that, they were captured by the armoured and sword-wielding Faustian army. Was it due to the strength of the Faustian army or the cowardice of the Shalorians?
Locke had a strong sense of anxiety. Otherwise, he wouldn't have joined the army decisively before the food supply ran out at home. He wanted to give his parents and sister a way out. He was also a person who did whatever came to his mind. George was still chatting with Cardoj, but Locke was thinking about improving his strength at this moment.
He didn't want to end up like the Shalorians who were enslaved by them in the future, being driven around like cattle and sheep.
Since that was the case, it was even more reasonable for Locke to take advantage of him next. George, who was still bragging, didn't realize that the next situation might not be as simple as cutting off his flesh.
Suddenly, George shivered. He looked around and didn't find anything strange. Then, he started bragging to Cardoj about his great achievements in the past.
George realised that Locke was a rather boring person and spoke very little. His superior, Cardoj, was easier to talk to. As expected, George became enthusiastic towards Cardoj. In his opinion, it was more worthwhile to befriend Cardoj than Locke. After all, Locke was still a soldier under Cardoj.
Cardoj was very flattered by George's enthusiasm. He only had one high-ranking relationship with De Sandro. He only got to know some of the other big nobles at the prince's banquet last time, but he wasn't very familiar with them. He just wanted to let others know that he was a person.
George's initiative to strike up a conversation made Cardoj see a doorway to the Faustian high-ranking nobles. To be honest, Cardoj wasn't a talkative person. Those who knew him would know that he was a cold and rational noble.
But with a purpose in mind, Cardoj also changed from a cold and aloof person to a chatterbox. In the process of chatting with George, both of them burst into hearty laughter from time to time.
Not long after, they arrived at the place. Falcon's logistics department couldn't be compared to 2nd Division's logistics department. Just based on the grandeur here, it was much bolder than 2nd Division's.
The four-metre-high and six-metre-wide gate was much more spacious than the small courtyard of the logistics department.
It was already eight or nine o 'clock in the evening, but it was still relatively lively here. In addition to the many people coming and going, there were also two or three carriages going in and out of the gate from time to time.
George stopped chatting with Cardoj and led Locke and the others to the gate of Falcon's logistics department.
Although it was night time, the light in the courtyard was surprisingly good. Not only were there torches surrounding it, there were also several huge braziers in the centre for illumination.
Division Commander George's footsteps were already very loud. Now, as if he was trying to show off his arrival and his aura, the ground trembled as he walked.
Of course, the effect was achieved. Many soldiers and officers who saw George's arrival came up to greet him. After all, Regiment Commander George was the second highest ranking officer in the Eagle Legion after the Legion Commander and the Vice Legion Commander.
George seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the stars. He only responded with a faint 'hmm' in acknowledgment, and then led Locke and the others to a place that looked like a warehouse.
There were many warehouses here. George led them to a warehouse that was located in a relatively remote location, but was surrounded by several torches and arrow towers.
The group of people in the logistics department looked at Locke and the others who followed behind George curiously. No one had seen these people before. Not to mention Locke and Yoshk, even Cardoj, who had the support of De Sandro, had only been to the logistics department a few times.
The warehouse wasn't as bright as the outside, and the light was relatively dim, making it hard to see what was inside. However, there were always soldiers coming in and out, pushing something like a small cart to transport items, letting people know that there were still people inside.
In addition to the soldiers transporting the items, Locke also felt several hidden auras that were far beyond the logistics department. They were all at least mid-rank Knechts. Locke wouldn't be surprised even if there were high-rank Knechts. After all, this was Falcon's logistics department, the lifeline of the entire legion's supply.
He walked to a counter on the left side of the warehouse. "Peter! Old Peter! Come out! "Regiment Commander George slammed the counter and shouted at the curtain behind the counter.
They didn't have to wait for long. Soon, the curtain was lifted and an old man with silver hair walked out. He was dressed very neatly and behaved very meticulously, reminding Locke of Cardoj's butler, Johann.
"What's the matter? It's already so late, George. Why are you here? "The silver-haired old man said to the fat division jarl with a smile.
"Of course I'm here for something!" The fat division jarl glared at him, but it wasn't the threatening kind. Instead, it seemed like he was joking. It seemed like he had a good relationship with the silver-haired old man.
"Tell me, what do you need?" The silver-haired old man could also tell that George had brought the group of people behind him to collect something.
"A will-condensing potion!" The fat division jarl said with difficulty, the fat on his face trembling a few times.
The silver-haired old man widened his eyes and stared at the fat division jarl. "George, I didn't hear that there's a potential caster in your family." The silver-haired old man didn't address him as a division jarl. Instead, he called George by his name. It seemed like his real status wasn't much lower than George's.
The platoon commander grinned awkwardly and explained, "I'm just trying to guide a junior with good potential." Idu had already addressed Locke as a junior. He was trying to tell him not to forget about him when he became successful in the future.
Pete looked at the few people behind Idu. Only Locke, who had a tender face, could be called a junior. Only Locke was under 30 years old.
The silver-haired old man looked at Locke as if he wanted to remember him. He then shook the bell and shouted at the curtain behind him, "Fina! Go to Area B and get a blue potion! "
"Got it!" A female voice came from inside.
Soon, a blonde woman came out from behind the curtain. She was holding a small wooden box that was the length of her palm. She handed it to the silver-haired old man.
After the silver-haired old man got his hands on it, he did not immediately give it to George. Instead, he took out a book and handed it to Fina, who was beside him. He turned to George and said, "You have to think about it carefully. This means that your salary for three months is gone!"
"Got it, got it. What's with all this nonsense!" The fat division jarl waved his hand and interrupted Peter. "Do I need to rely on that little bit of salary?" George said stubbornly, as if he was trying to keep up appearances.
Peter thought about what this division jarl's family did. He was indeed someone who didn't lack money.
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