Chapter 321 The Caring of Earl Hurricane

"I have twelve soul-level professionals around me, including my old butler, the soul-level mid-level elemental mage."

"Three shadow guard commanders, one with a mid-level soul and two with a low-level soul."

"The leaders of the two swordsman troops are both low-level soul warriors."

"Five army generals, three mid-level souls, and two low-level souls."

"One is your cousin, my third daughter, a low-level knight of the soul."

"You want that."

Ivelious didn't sell anything, and directly revealed all the soul professionals around him without hiding anything.

"I want cousin, and you are willing to give me cousin." Weilin asked curiously, looking at Ivelious's kind smile.

Ivelious touched Verin's head and responded with a smile: "A great hero of our family, of course I am willing to give it to you if you want it."

"Hehe, it's better not to do that. Grandpa, just lend me a Shadow Guard Commander. I believe that I will not have any narrow escape missions in the Sixth Headquarters. After all, the legion I lead is just a human being. Ordinary noble corps are not capable of carrying out such a task."

Hearing this, Ivelious couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha, your kid is very clear-eyed. Your father even wrote me a letter specifically asking me to restrain your kid. In my opinion, this is simply... It’s unnecessary.”

"Grandpa, a cautious person like me never does anything without preparation."

Ivelious and Verin talked to each other, and three hours passed before they knew it, and the sky gradually darkened.

"Don't worry when you go back. I'm here at the Sixth Command. As long as you don't cause a big mess, I'll sort it out for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Tang. I'll go back first." Weilin said goodbye to Ivelrios.

"Go, go, I will send a Shadow Guard leader to you in a few days."

Ivelious did not ask to stay, and asked a golden swordsman to take Verin to collect the supplies required by "Bamond".

Twelve magic cannons, 3,000 intermediate magic crystals, 600 bottles of life potions, 100 sets of full sets of Excellent Knight armors, and 300 full sets of Excellent level warrior armors.

There are very few things, but they are of great value. The total of these materials alone exceeds tens of millions of gold coins.

Throughout the entire collection process, officials from the Logistics Department cooperated 200%.

In less than half an hour, these supplies were collected from various numbered warehouses.

Before dark, Weilin took eight four-wheeled carriages and returned to the headquarters of the 27th Corps.

There were as many interrogations as there were when you came in, and there were as many interrogations as there were when you went back. You won't be let off just because you came from the Sixth Headquarters.

At noon the next day, Weilin returned to the 27th Corps station with valuable supplies.

Carrying the dark black token, Weilin came to his third uncle's camp.

At the entrance of the camp, the two guards standing guard obviously knew Weilin and let him in without stopping him.

Entering the camp, Weilin saw an enviable sight.

His third uncle put his head on the knee of a swordsman wearing a cat mask, put his legs on the knee of another swordsman, and closed his eyes to enjoy the leisurely time.

Hearing a slight noise, Bamond opened his eyes, saw his nephew staring at him, and immediately sat up.

Seeing this, the two female swordsmen got off the bed, put on their boots, and exited the camp.

"Third uncle, these are the supplies that Grandpa Ivelius allocated to you." Weilin took out a document and a dark token, and handed them to Bamond.

Seeing that his nephew didn't talk about what happened just now, Bamond didn't think about it in detail, but decided in his heart that the guard team still had to train well, and he would personally train them tomorrow.

"You can directly bring these supplies back to the 135th Legion. I will ask Medmunch to fill in a document tomorrow."

"Aren't you curious about whether you got into trouble, Uncle San?" Weilin had no intention of leaving immediately. He sat down on the bed and stared at Balmond curiously.

"Go, go, I can give you the token, and Cousin Ivelrios will naturally understand the truth."

"Third uncle, he is usually five big and three thick, but he seems to be quite thin."

When Balmond heard this, he clenched his fists and said, "What a big guy. Do you think I'm the same as those muscular berserkers?"

If you look closely, your third uncle looks suave and handsome, but his appearance doesn't describe your appearance.

Looking at Balmond's right hand and clenching his fist, Verin had no intention of explaining, lest he take him to the training ground for a good training session.

Who is the most oppressive to my third uncle, so that he doesn't even dare to fart?

There seemed to be quite a lot of people, including grandpa and grandma, my father and mother, and that aunt...

Thinking back carefully, there seem to be fifteen or six.

"You brat, what are you thinking about?" Balmond looked at Verin's expression. This boy definitely wasn't thinking about anything good.

"Well, Third Uncle, I'm going back first, you can play slowly... Oh, no, take your time and rest."

Verin looked back at Balmond's expression and quickly left the place.

After returning to the headquarters of the 135th Army Corps, Weilin summoned the deputy army commanders and army commanders to distribute this batch of supplies.

When everyone arrived at the camp and heard the news, although there was no unnecessary expression on their faces, they felt admiration for Weilin's noble character in their hearts.

If they receive the supplies through their own connections, they will definitely keep it in their own hands and not share it with others.

Although he couldn't analyze their inner thoughts from their various expressions, Weilin could probably guess it.

It's not that he is very generous, but after comprehensive consideration, equal exposure to rain and dew is the best solution.

Although equipping all the troops under his command will greatly enhance his military power, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among other nobles within the legion.

On the battlefield, if the army is not united, big problems will arise.

Although Weilin has not fought in many wars, he still understands this principle.

"Twelve magic cannons and three thousand intermediate magic crystals. I plan to use them intensively to maximize their effectiveness on the battlefield."

"Six hundred bottles of life potion, one hundred sets of full sets of excellent knight armor, and three hundred sets of full sets of excellent warrior armor, divided into twelve parts, one for each battalion. What do you think of my distribution plan?"

"We respectfully obey your order." The nine viscounts stood up at the same time, bowed and saluted, and from the bottom of their hearts, they agreed with Weilin's impartial distribution plan.

Weilin did not continue to sit. He stood up and said to the nine people present, "This is my first time as a legion commander and I am inexperienced. But if you follow my instructions and obey my orders, I can fight for it from above." You will definitely have a share of the supplies."

"Yes, legion commander."