Chapter 1169: Mafalna, the "Ungrateful"

Three days later, a two-hundred-meter-long airship appeared above the Kisilin camp and, towed by three griffin knights, slowly landed at berth 127.

On the deck, the Marshal of the 12th Corps looked out at the entire camp and couldn't help feeling envious.

Compared with the Kisilin Camp, the barracks of his own corps were extremely simple.

"pat-"

There was a crisp sound, and the gangway and the airship were officially connected.

Mafarna withdrew his gaze, patted his cloak a few times symbolically, and then led his guards towards the port base.

Outside berth 127, Deputy Marshal of the 9th Corps, Pragon Mumus, looked at Mafarna who had walked down from the airship and went to greet him.

On the cobblestone avenue, three hundred Judgment Knights, fully armed with long swords at their waists and solemn expressions, acted as a guard of honor.

"Marshal Mafarna, on behalf of the Ninth Corps, I welcome you."

"Chairman Pragon, long time no see."

After a brief greeting, the two sides walked side by side out of the berth.

When Mafarna arrived at the cobblestone road, a high-ranking gold judge knight drew the knight's sword from his waist and shouted, "Hail, Marshal Mafarna!"

Upon hearing the order, three hundred trial knights drew their swords, placed them in front of their chests with the sword tips pointing upwards, and turned their heads in unison to stare at Mafarna.

Accompanied by Pragon, Mafarna began to review the Knights of Judgment.

After completing the review, the two men walked towards the carriage parked 800 meters away.

In front of the carriage, a high-ranking silver judge knight opened the door, then stepped aside, bowed his head, and remained respectful.

Pragon stood in front of the carriage, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Marshal Mafarna, please come in."

Seeing this, Mafarna smiled and responded: "Marshal Pragon, since you said so, I won't be polite."

After the two of them boarded the carriage, the high-ranking silver knight stepped forward, closed the door, and then ran to the red phosphorus horse, jumped on the horse, and shouted, "Let's go."

The order was given, and the escort team slowly moved forward towards the headquarters of the 9th Corps.

Inside the carriage, Mafarna and Pragon sat opposite each other, chatting about some unimportant things.

The two men did not mention a word about the 25th Corps disarming the 3rd Army of the 35th Corps.

Half an hour later, the team arrived outside the Corps Command.

After getting off the carriage, Mafarna looked at the guards standing outside the tent, pretending to be puzzled.

Pragon, who was standing next to Mafarna, saw what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain: "Marshal Mafarna, these guards were brought by the Marshal from his hometown. They are the Marshal's most loyal subordinates."

"So that's how it is. Thank you Marshal Pragon for clearing up my confusion." Mafarna showed a look of sudden enlightenment and thanked Pragon beside him.

Arriving at the camp gate, Pragon called over the silver-level mid-level knight on guard and said, "Guard, please report to the marshal that His Excellency Mafarna, the marshal of the 12th Legion, wants to see you."

"Yes, Lord Pragon."

The intermediate silver knight pounded his chest and saluted, then turned around and walked quickly towards the tent.

Inside the big tent, after listening to the guard's report, Weilin turned to look at Lionas who was sitting on the left and asked, "Should we let Mafarna in now, or let him go for a while?"

Hearing this, Lionas said, "Sir Knight Yongxi, it's up to you to decide."

Looking at Leonus who did not express his opinion, Weilin turned his head to look at Selina Krovtsner who was sitting on the right and asked, "Bishop Selina, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Selina bowed slightly and responded in a gentle tone, "Sir Knight Yongxi, I think you can just let Mafarna in. If he speaks harshly, is arrogant, and disrespects you, Paladin Leonus will make him understand what discipline and respect mean."

After hearing the other party's answer, Weilin secretly glanced at Lionas and found that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He must be feeling uneasy.

"Please invite Mr. Mafarna into the camp."

"Yes, Marshal."

The silver-level mid-level knight who was kneeling on one knee shouted loudly, then stood up and left quickly.

In less than a moment, the curtain was lifted, and a ray of morning sunlight shone into the tent.

Under the sunlight, Mafarna's figure appeared in front of the three people.

After the few people greeted each other, Mafarna sat down opposite Weilin.

"Sir Knight Yongxi, I wonder if you can give me an explanation for your army's disarmament of the Third Army of the 35th Legion of the 12th Corps."

Seeing Mafarna's momentum change, Weilin remained calm and smiled as he asked, "Based on the military regulations of Xiwaru, the Ninth Corps does not need to explain anything to your army about this matter."

"However," Weilin changed the subject and said, "This matter is indeed a bit abrupt. I can allow the 12th Corps to make a request that is not too excessive."

"Sir Knight Yongxi, I hope that the commander of your 25th Legion can publicly admit his mistake and apologize to General Monlisa, commander of the 3rd Army of our 35th Legion." Upon hearing this, Mafarna stood up and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Upon hearing this, Weilin was stunned for a moment, put away the smile on his face, and looked at Mafarna expressionlessly.

Meeting the other party's eyes, Mafarna was shocked and thought to himself that this was not good, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. If he retreated now, the tough image he had created would collapse.

When the other three saw Weilin's expression, they all remained silent, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Weilin suppressed the urge to beat him up, took a deep breath, stared at Mafarna, and said in a cold voice: "Marshal Mafarna, this request is absolutely impossible. You can change it."

"Lord Knight Yongxi, the commander of the 25th Legion is your favorite general, but the commander of the 35th Legion, Monlisa, is also my closest relative. You can consider your loyal subordinates, so how can I give in on such an issue?" Upon hearing this, Mafarna still maintained a tough attitude and spoke.

"Okay, I'm a little tired today."

Weilin slapped his hand on the table, making a crisp sound, and then turned to Pragon and said, "Chairman Pragon, take Marshal Mafarna to rest."

"Yes, Marshal." Upon hearing this, Pragon stood up and saluted.

Seeing this, Mafarna said, "Sir Knight Yongxi, I will take my leave."

After saying this, Mafarna turned around and followed Pragon out of the tent.

Looking at the other person's back, Weilin couldn't help but wonder whether he should go and give this ungrateful old guy a good beating that night.