Locke strode towards Suzanne's residence. He couldn't understand why Glace would make such an unreasonable request.
Glace, who was behind him, didn't stop him. She just watched him leave with a complicated look on her face.
At this moment, Kristin tugged at the corner of Glace's clothes. "Auntie, I'll go and beg Brother. I miss Grandpa!" Tears welled up in Kristin's eyes.
Because of her family, Kristin had hardly seen her father and mother since she was a child. Her impression of her parents was very faint. It could also be due to her parents' preference for sons. When Kristin was very young, she heard that her parents wanted a son to inherit the glory of the Felippe family.
Her father dealt with affairs outside all year round, and her mother was also a famous diplomat of Shalor, traveling around various countries. Kristin had lived with her aunt Glace for as long as she could remember. Other than Glace, her grandfather, Felippe, was the only other elder in her life.
Felippe didn't have much feelings for Kristin being a girl. The old man liked the petite and cute Kristin very much. He often brought Kristin to the palace to deal with affairs. How could he not know what his good-for-nothing son was thinking?
However, he turned a blind eye to it. Felippe had a lot of direct descendants, and he had a lot of famous sons and daughters. In addition, there were many 'bastards' that he kept outside. Felippe was famous for being promiscuous when he was young. Back then, Willis, the castellan of Farlans, was born from a one-night stand between the old man and a maidservant in the family when he was young.
Therefore, Felippe was not anxious at all about the succession of the family head. He had so many sons and grandsons anyway. Compared to his sons and grandsons who only knew how to plot and scheme all day long, Felippe preferred his granddaughter, Kristin, who was younger and didn't fight for anything.
Glace looked at the sensible Kristin and was speechless. She just squatted down and hugged the little girl tightly. "Don't cry, Kristin. I'll definitely take you to see Grandpa!" Glace, a mature woman, said solemnly.
When Locke arrived at Suzanne's place, she was having dinner. She had a bowl of broth, a plate of potato cubes and a piece of white bread. Her dinner was more sumptuous than many of the squad jarls.
Seeing Locke, Suzanne cleared the table and brought a stool over. Although Suzanne didn't live in a single tent, his acquaintances in the logistics department had arranged for her to stay in a tent close to the granary. Other than Suzanne, there was only half a tent full of wheat, so it could be considered a separate tent.
His mood wasn't affected by Glace's strange request. Apart from looking at her, he also wanted to bring her to his tent.
Although the place she was currently living in was considered an independent tent, there was always a faint smell in the tent. He knew that it was the smell of food that had been left out for a long time.
"You can stay in my tent from now on," said Locke.
"Yes." Suzanne was stunned for a moment before nodding in agreement. She also wanted to be with Locke. She had always tried her best to satisfy Locke's requests. However, she had always been worried that Locke would say something bad about her. Now that Locke had brought it up, he probably had his own considerations.
Of course, Locke had already planned it out. He was now a low-rank Knecht, so he wasn't afraid of any gossip at all. The military camp worshipped the strong. Based on his current strength, he was now a first-class Knecht, just like Wyr. A low-rank Knecht would be respected wherever he went.
After Suzanne finished eating, there was nothing else for him to bring, so Locke dragged her to his tent. He had all the daily necessities in his tent. Even if he didn't have them, he could just get someone to send him another set. Ever since he was promoted to a platoon jarl, Locke had been enjoying himself. He had envied the four years of being a platoon jarl, but now that he had risen up, he naturally wanted to experience the charm of power.
When he came out, he bumped into Glace and the others. Seeing Glace staring at him, Locke felt inexplicably annoyed and hurriedly pulled Suzanne away. Suzanne wanted to chat with them, but Locke pulled her away and she had no choice but to leave as well. During the days when Locke wasn't around, Suzanne and the others had a very harmonious relationship.
Of course, when Locke left, he didn't forget to make arrangements for Glace and the others. He greeted Henry from afar and asked him to settle them down. Henry patted his chest and agreed.
Bruce received his uncle's orders and brought Glace and the others to a tent built by the caravan. Since there were three of them, the tent was given to Glace and the others. Bruce was smart enough to make everything perfect for Glace and the others, who might be Locke's women.
"Let's go!" Glace took the lead and followed Bruce to the accommodation arranged for them, followed by Laffey. Only Kristin watched Locke leave with tears in her eyes.
Kristin was the one who was the most hurt by the argument between Glace and Locke. She wanted to stay with Locke, but she also wanted to see her grandfather. Now, the little girl was in a very bad mood.
Glace seemed to think that Kristin missed her grandfather. She stroked her hair and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely take you to see him." He didn't know what Grace had thought of, but she seemed to have made up her mind, as if success was already in the bag.
"Did you quarrel with Laffey and the others?" asked Suzanne curiously. Asked Suzanne curiously. Among the three women, Laffey was the closest to her. Kristin was the closest to her, while Glace seemed to be more distant. Suzanne always felt that there was an invisible barrier between her and Kristin.
"No." Locke wouldn't tell anyone about the unreasonable request that Glace had just made to him, although the conditions were very tempting.
At night, Locke first went to the cavalry camp to inspect the platoon.
As the deputy jarl of the cavalry platoon, he had become familiar with the soldiers in the platoon over the past few days. He could even remember the names of the jarls because the baron's infantry and cavalry used to be managed separately. So, in the past four years, Locke didn't know many of them.
Locke didn't know them, but they knew him. Whether it was how he became a platoon jarl from a civilian background or how he once saved the princess, he was a role model for the soldiers in the platoon to learn from.
Most of the soldiers in the cavalry platoon were street children adopted by Cardoj since they were young, or children who had been living in the baron's mansion since they were young. It could be said that they had tied their lives to the Cardoj family, so there was no doubt that they were loyal to the family.
Locke didn't put on the airs of a normal platoon jarl or the arrogance of a low-rank Knecht. If it wasn't for the fact that he had just become a low-rank Knecht and couldn't completely restrain his aura, he would even communicate with them like an ordinary soldier.
It was also because of Locke's approachable attitude and the aura he exuded that the group of soldiers admired him even more. Everyone worshipped the strong. It was just like how Locke had always been in awe of Wyr in the battalion.
Although these cavalrymen had sturdier armor, sharper spears, and a war horse than infantry, they were still ordinary people. The Eagle Dou Qi was the standard Dou Qi of the Eagle Legion. Only those who had reached the rank of Squadron Leader were qualified to receive it. This was to ensure the stability of the ruling class.
After interacting with a group of soldiers in the cavalry battalion and inspecting them, Locke left in another direction. When he passed by Wyr's tent, he still felt a sense of oppression. When he was a beginner-rank Knecht, he didn't feel anything. He just felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was being stared at by a creature at the top of the food chain.
Now that he was a low-rank Knecht, this feeling was even stronger. If it wasn't for the fact that Wyr usually didn't exude the aura of a high-rank Knecht, Locke would definitely run away like the two blood-red armoured Shalorians.
Perhaps new recruits would still rush forward to fight for their lives when facing enemies stronger than them, but Locke wouldn't do that. Four years of war had turned Locke into a veteran. He wouldn't make any unnecessary sacrifices.
When he returned to his tent, Suzanne was already lying on Locke's bed. There was no entertainment in the barracks. Now that the joint military camp could attack Audis at any time, the soldiers wouldn't relax and chat or play cards unless they wanted to be caught by the patrolling commandant and punished to stand for a day.
It was better to be punished, but it was also possible to be dragged directly to the daredevil barracks. In the Faustian army, soldiers who disobeyed management would never be treated kindly.
Ordinary soldiers had nothing to do but sleep and train, but Locke was different. Looking at Suzanne, who was snuggling under his blanket, he suddenly felt his body heat up. The green military sheet showed off Suzanne's beautiful figure, which was curvaceous in all the right places.
Her breasts were so round, but why did Locke feel that they had grown a lot bigger? Without thinking too much, Locke pounced on her, not caring that his clothes were still wet.
The person on the bed seemed to be a little reluctant and twisted Nini. Locke thought that Suzanne was shy after not seeing her for a few days. Ignoring the struggle of the beauty in his arms, he pressed on top of her.
When the blanket accidentally broke free and fell to the ground, Locke stared blankly at the person lying on the bed in front of him.
"Why is it you?!" Locke looked at Glace in front of him in disbelief. A stream of red flowed out from under the two of them and wet Locke's blanket.
Glace looked like she was in pain and didn't answer Locke's question.
Locke had seen pigs run even though he hadn't eaten pork before. Of course, he knew what was happening in front of him. Their bodies were still connected, and Locke could even feel the touch between them.
"Help me get into Audis!" Glace said to Locke, enduring the pain in her body.
Locke didn't move and didn't answer. He was a little confused at this moment.
Seeing that Locke didn't answer her, Glace said angrily, "Are you a man or not?!"
Locke heard this clearly. Of course, he was a man. He hugged Glace's legs and continued to move.
After the storm, Locke's mind was still in a mess. He lowered his head and leaned on the bed, thinking about something. Glace closed her eyes and lay quietly in the blanket. She, who had been unconscious for more than 20 years, had just been tortured by Locke and still hadn't recovered.
"Where's Suzanne?" Locke seemed to think of something and raised his head to ask Glace beside him.
"Don't worry about Suzanne!" Glace opened her eyes and glared at Locke. "Are you going to help me or not?" Glace looked angry as if she would make a scene if Locke said no.
Locke slumped down like a deflated balloon. After all, Glace was the first virgin he had met. No matter what, he had to be responsible for Glace. Locke had always been a person who was responsible for others.
"Yes..." After a long time, Locke replied weakly.
After hearing this, Glace's expression finally relaxed a lot. Looking at the man in front of her who was many years younger than her, Glace suddenly felt a sense of guilt.
"If I succeed, I'll be your woman!" Grace said, word by word.
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Thank you to 'Motherf * cker Go to Hell' for your 100 Vertical Coins!
Today, the monthly recommendation had exceeded 100. Xiao Dou was very excited to have more than 100 recommendation votes. She originally wanted to add a chapter to thank the readers, but because of her busy part-time job and studies, she could only wait. However, today's word count was 3,500 words. The extra 300 words could be considered as Xiao Dou's insignificant thanks to everyone for their support!