Chapter 69 Father’s Fanatic Fan

"Weilin, come with me first." Moira looked her friend's nephew up and down, and then said gently.

"yes."

Vaelin followed Moira, thinking about his role in what was to come.

About ten minutes later, the two came to the right area of ​​the Knights' station.

Looking around, countless knights and servants were carrying supplies.

Along the way, people kept putting down what they were doing and saluting Moira.

It can be seen from the eyes of these people that everyone respects and respects the middle-level silver priest in front of him. This is his most intuitive feeling.

"It seems that this priest has a good reputation in the Knights."

Verin thought as he followed Moira into a tent.

The interior decoration of the tent is very simple. The miniature statue of the goddess of life is placed in the center. On the left is a resting place, and on the right are various holy water of life, medicines and herbs.

"Come, sit down, let's chat for a while."

Seeing the friendly face and gentle and melodious voice of the other party, Weilin felt a sense of peace of mind and came to the opposite side of Moira, sitting upright on the small bench.

"You come from the Akers family lineage." Moira poured a cup of tea for Verin and asked.

Verin took a sip of tea and said slowly: "I am the fifth son of Earl Eagle, a contemporary family of the Akers family."

"I remember that the current Earl of Eagle is His Excellency Angus, who is known as the military god of the kingdom, the destroyer of the mountain dwarf Bola Legion, the honorary bishop of the Church of Life, and the commander of the non-staff legion of the Third Kingdom of the Holy Dawn." Moira was surprised. He covered his mouth and said.

"Ah, this, yes, yes."

Weilin didn't even know his father was so powerful, so he could only nod his head.

Ever since he was born, his father Angus has always looked majestic. He didn't expect that he had so many titles, but he had never heard his mother or other elders mention it.

"Then, do you have a portrait of Lord Angus?" Moira stood up suddenly and held Verin's hand and asked excitedly.

Seeing the reserved priest in front of him turn into a "fanatic groupie" in an instant, Weilin almost spit out the tea he had not yet swallowed.

Moira also realized that she had lost her composure, smiled awkwardly, let go of Verin's hand, and sat on the small bench like a lady.

"Well, Sir Moira..."

"Just call me sister." Moira interrupted Verin, her gentle tone with a tough attitude.

"Sister Moira, I don't have my father's portrait in my hand."

"Oh." Moira looked a little disappointed, but then quickly returned to normal, "Then, do you have a token from Mr. Angus? I mean, he gave you something that is not very important. Can you give it up? I collect.”

Verin looked at Moira with longing in her eyes, and was too embarrassed to refuse, so he vaguely responded: "Let me think about it."

"It's okay, Wei Lin, just think about it slowly." Moira suppressed her inner desire and whispered softly.

Ten minutes later, Weilin thought about it and finally said: "Sister Moira, I have a wooden toy that was given to me by my father, but it is now in my territory."

When Moira heard Verin's words, she waved her fists excitedly.

"Weilin, after the military operation is over, can you let me follow you to your territory?"

Feeling the extremely longing gaze from the other side, Weilin nodded: "Of course."

Moira suddenly realized something and said hurriedly: "By the way, if you need any help from me, I can do architectural planning, potion manufacturing, carving magic circles, guiding goddess statues, etc."

Looking at his young age, Weilin was really shocked by what he knew.

"Sister Moira, there is a magic potion planted in my territory. I hope you can..."

"Leave it to me. When the time comes, I will take care of the magic potion cultivation planning, preparation process, and even sales channels."

Before Verin could finish speaking, Moira stood up and waved her hand, taking care of her. He was stunned for a moment.

"Ahem, let's talk about the arrangements for you during military operations."

"kindness."

Verin said softly.

Then, Moira came to the bed and took out an official letter from under the pillow.

"This is the appointment letter. You read it first and I will explain it to you later."

Weilin took the official letter, opened it and read it carefully.

A few minutes later, Moira watched Verin close the official letter and began to explain: "In the next operation, you and your troops will be incorporated into the logistics force and will be under my management. Your main responsibility is to protect the chaplain. Carrying the wounded and collecting the remains of the fallen.”

"This duty is relatively safe. Unless you encounter special circumstances, you will not go to the battlefield."

"Finally, after the military operation is over, your contribution will be converted into a battle merit."

At the end, Moira added.

"When the situation escalates, the number of combat achievements will also increase."

"Anyway, since Flora handed you over to me, I won't let anything happen to you."

After hearing this, Weilin was silent for a while, then stood up and bowed to Moira: "Thank you."

In the next half day, Verin organized the troops he brought into the logistics system of the Sixteenth Knights, accepted the management of logistics director Moira, and became familiar with their responsibilities.

On August 16, the day after the scheduled assembly date, the reorganization began.

The 11,000 men of the 16th Knights' headquarters were organized into the Central Army, commanded by the Knights' Grand Master Madmonchi Colombo.

Three viscounts and six barons, totaling more than 13,000 men, were organized into the Left Army, commanded by Moncas Lowick, who came from a viscount family that had been passed down for four hundred years.

The 3,000 provincial troops of the Kadlo Province, eight barons, totaling 9,000 men, were organized into the Right Army, commanded by the Deputy Governor of the Province, Kadmonk, who was responsible for the logistical support and necessary security work of the Central Army and the Left Army.

Standing in the logistics team, Weilin looked at the three noble flags moving towards the Left Army, and then looked at Flora not far away, thinking that he owed a lot to his two uncles and cousins.

Now, even he didn't know how to repay Flora for her help.

"Let's go."

Dozens of messengers shouted loudly.

The order was issued, and the Central Army set off first.

At the end of the team, Weilin sat on the carriage of the logistics troops, looking at the endless marching team.

"Don't fall behind."

"Carriages No. 15 to No. 20 need manpower, Ryan, you take ten people over."

"Those in front, don't delay, keep up with the combat troops."

Moira rode back and forth in the logistics troops, adjusted the personnel structure, strengthened protection, and did a good job of coordination. She looked like a strong woman, and there was no trace of the "crazy star chaser" before.