Chapter 1138 Ovia's Father

"During the war, drinking is prohibited in the military."

"I'm not human, so..."

Before Xing finished speaking, Darien started reciting the military regulations: "Article 379 of the military regulations stipulates that all horses, griffins, dragons, etc., regardless of combat mounts or pet mounts, are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"The master just gave me a bottle of wine and I drank it directly. Why didn't you say anything at that time?" Xing asked, staring at Darian with light blue eyes.

"Military regulations No. 401 stipulates that any alcoholic beverages awarded by a corps commander or above must be drunk in person and resolved with fighting spirit or magic power. This does not violate military regulations."

Xing rolled his eyes and continued to refute: "I don't have military status, so I am not subject to your human military regulations."

"Article 51 of the Military Regulations states that any exotic animal that enters a military camp will be considered an invader and can be killed on the spot by anyone," Darien glanced at Xing and continued.

"Stubborn human, I get it. I will train well tomorrow." Xing waved his wings angrily and said, "Now, where is my nest?"

Seeing this, Darien looked calm, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Please follow me."

Seeing this, Xing raised his head and walked forward proudly.

Looking at the light blue griffin, Darien's eyes were full of helplessness.

It is conceivable that the marshal must have indulged this griffin in normal times, which led to its development of such a character.

Fortunately, this guy can still listen to reason, but he is a little stubborn. As long as you overwhelm him with rationality during training, you can make him surrender.

"Forget it. Don't think too much about it. Just be a good instructor for these few months."

Darien shook his head, threw the distracting thoughts out of his mind, and walked forward.

Late at night, Weilin sat in the tent, sorting out the results of his inspections over the past few days.

"The commander of the floating fleet, Norga Flax, recommended Selina Krovzner as the commander of the air force, and the leader of the Dragon Knights, Latheon Esor, nominated himself. As for the leader of Ovia, who will he nominate?"

Weilin took out a list, opened it, and wrote down the names of ten more people on it.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the green feather pen and circled Darien's name to mark it as an important mark.

"He's a good talent. We can pay more attention to him."

Half an hour later, Weilin stopped to handle official business and walked out of the tent.

"marshal."

The two silver knights guarding outside the tent beat their chests and saluted.

Weilin nodded slightly, looked up at the bright moon, stopped for a moment, and then walked to the north.

I came outside the camp, sat on a hillside, lay in the grass, put my hands behind my head, and admired the full moon.

Kyle was busy reorganizing the 25th Legion, and Xuemia was busy taking over some logistical affairs. As for him, he was familiarizing himself with the generals at all levels of the corps and selecting the commander of the air force.

"It's rare that no one cares!"

Before he knew it, the sky gradually brightened. Weilin stood up, patted the weeds behind him, and flew towards the headquarters of the camp corps.

Outside the Corps Headquarters, Ovia Silverwing, the leader of the First Griffin Knights, stood at the door of the tent waiting.

In less than a moment, seeing Weilin's figure, Ovia leaned forward and saluted, "Marshal."

"Captain Ovia, come in and sit down. Let's talk slowly."

"Yes."

After entering the tent, Ovia waited for Weilin to take his seat before taking his seat.

"Captain Ovia, you've been thinking about it all night. How do you think it is?" Weilin asked straight to the point without beating around the bush.

Upon hearing this, Ovia Silver Wing said, "Marshal, I wonder if you want your subordinates to nominate a general from within the corps or from outside the corps."

"Who is your choice within the Corps?"

"Bishop Selina Krovzner." Ovia answered without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Weilin tapped the table regularly and continued to ask, "If it's outside the Corps, who are you going to nominate?"

Upon seeing this, Ovia stood up and saluted, then replied respectfully, "My father, Kwart Silver Wing."

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Weilin looked at Ovia in surprise.

"What is your father's current position?"

"Imprisoned in Nanyou Province." Ovia answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Weilin's expression instantly became serious, and he asked, "Captain Ovia, I want to know why."

Upon hearing this, Ovia did not dare to delay and quickly took out a memory light ball from her arms and handed it to Weilin.

Looking at the memory ball emitting a dim light, Weilin grabbed it in his hand without hesitation, then put it into his body and began to browse the memory scenes in it.

After a while, the memory ball dissipated. Weilin looked at Ovia and did not speak immediately.

Facing Weilin's gaze, Ovia felt great pressure. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but finally held back.

A few minutes later, Weilin slowly said, "I will write to Archbishop Gerard and ask him to specially recruit your father in the name of the Dawn Church and let him serve as my adjutant."

"Thank you Marshal."

Weilin put his hands behind his back, looked down at Ovia, and said, "Don't thank me yet. Let me do it. Whether it succeeds or not, you will have to pay the price."

Without any hesitation, Ovia knelt on the ground and asked respectfully: "Marshal, I wonder what price you need me to pay."

Seeing that Ovia called himself "me" instead of the Silver Wing Family, Weilin instantly realized that this was his personal action and not their family's choice.

"What can you come up with?"

Upon hearing this, Ovia immediately took out a box sealed with fine gold from the space equipment, raised his hands above his head, and said, "Marshal, this contains an epic fragment from the star realm, which has the effect of rewinding time. As for other functions, I don't know them in depth and I don't know them."

Looking at the adamantine box that Ovia held above her head, Weilin waved his hand to bring it in front of him and opened it.

The next moment, the Druid's Book on the back of his right hand suddenly appeared, and opened its pages, trying to swallow the item with the time-reversal effect placed in the adamantium box into the book.

Weilin was quick-witted and grabbed the Druid's Book.

Looking at this scene, the scene of this guy swallowing the fragments of the Ring of Time seemed like it was just yesterday.

"eat--"

"eat--"

Sensing the emotions coming from the Druid's Book, Weilin immediately closed the almighty gold box to prevent the aura of the object from leaking out.

The Druid's Book could not sense the breath of time, and gradually sank, turning into patterns and returning to the back of Weilin's right hand.

At this moment, Ovia was still kneeling in the middle of the tent, waiting for Weilin's reply.

Looking at the treasure in his hand, Weilin hesitated for a moment, then put it into the space equipment and said in a calm tone: "This thing is not enough as a price."

Ovia was delighted when he heard this. Since the other party said so, he must be willing to do so. He immediately asked, "Marshal, what else do you need?"