Chapter 1305: Chapter 65: The Roaring Furnace (II)_2
Compared to the three army generals, the fourth army officer sitting at the edge of the simple table drew more attention from Wetter—because the person was clearly wearing an officer’s uniform.
In contrast to the chairs under the generals, the officer had only a stool to sit on. His hands rested stiffly on his knees, his shoulders tense, and his expression was more constrained than anxious.
Seeing Wetter Pisani and others outside the door, the officer instead let out a long breath and his shoulders relaxed sowhat.
Since the “Florence” commander was in the room, Wetter guessed that the officer should be the representative of General Antonio Serviati, the commander of the “Da Vineta” corps.
But now was not the right ti to ask questions.
The army colonel responsible for reception saluted the generals in the basent and stopped outside the door.
Wetter was naturally not swayed by the army’s display. He glanced at his two companions with a smile and casually walked into the room.
The heavy oak door closed again, sealing off all sound.
Wetter Pisani tossed his tricorn hat onto the table, pulled out chairs for his two older companions, and asked casually, “You invited us to the Army Headquarters, asked us to wear civilian clothes, yet sent a conspicuous cavalry escort? As expected of the respectable army colleagues, always doing things in an unfathomable way.”
The three army generals frowned. The officer sitting at the edge instinctively shrank his shoulders again after just relaxing them.
“The reason we strongly invited you here is due to unspeakable circumstances.”
Major General Bal responded politely, placed the docunts beside him back into the file box, and pushed the wooden box in front of the three navy officers:
“Because of these—the docunts we want to show you hold the highest level of confidentiality. According to the Army Confidentiality Regulations, they cannot be reviewed outside this archive room, nor discussed outside it. Honestly, even within the army, the number of people who can enter this archive room is very few, and even fewer officers are aware of the contents of these docunts. Your presence in this archive room signifies we have already shown great sincerity.”
Wetter raised his eyebrows, just about to speak when it was Captain Tieye sitting on the other side who spoke first.
Lorenzo Tieye did not even glance at the wooden box. He stared coldly at the three army generals in front of him and asked sharply, “Saying so much nonsense, are you not ultimately going to let us see them?”
Upon this, Rost Layton, who was already holding back his anger, finally lost patience and slamd the table, “You’ve probably gotten used to acting like kings on the ship! But our army has rules and discipline!”
Wetter Pisani imdiately retorted with sarcasm, “So the rules of the army are to spread butter on pork and mix mud with dog shit?”
“[Crude language]!” Layton was exasperated.
Wetter was not to be outdone: “[An old version of crude language]!”
“Enough!” Admiral Zio shouted angrily, “Stop making a fool of yourselves!”
The people in the archive room nearly had their eardrums shattered. It was hard to imagine such a loud voice ca from a thin old man.
Layton gritted his teeth, righted the chair he had kicked over, and sat back down angrily.
“Ensuring your safety,” Carlo Qiao said concisely, “was Antonio’s request.”
“That’s correct.” The officer by the side echoed softly, “Lieutenant General Serviati takes your safety extrely seriously. The cavalry escorting you is also from the Third Corps.”
Tieye squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the officer.
“This is Colonel Sebastian Wobang.” Major General Bal proactively introduced to the navy officers, “The representative of General Serviati. It is thanks to General Serviati’s contribution that our respectable navy colleagues can et with us openly.”
“We were willing to co to your ‘Imperial Palace,'” Wetter Pisani snorted lightly, “Not because of Antonio Serviati, but because of Sir Nalesho’s face.”
Jacob de Bal said aningfully, “It seems there are so ‘pacifists’ among us, aren’t there?”
The major general emphasized the pronunciation of “pacifists,” causing another major general—Rost Layton—to snort coldly.
“Let’s get on with what needs to be done.” Admiral Zio’s words ended the verbal duel in the archive room.
Wetter Pisani and Captain Tieye exchanged glances, ultimately with Wetter reaching for the file box, distributing the docunts inside to his colleagues.
Each of the army’s top-secret docunts was bound with heavy cardstock.
The cover only bore the serial number and security level. Upon opening it, the first page contained receiving and dispatching personnel, the second page was a summary of contents, and further in were the originals pasted on paper.
The first docunt Wetter took piqued his interest.
The second page of the summary indicated that the docunt’s contents pertained to the Empire’s royal family’s routine winter hunting ritual last year on the Castile Peninsula.
As he looked further, there were three original docunts, all of which were poorly written handwritten copies.
The first original docunt was a hunting record of the Empire’s royal family mbers during the winter hunt;
The second original docunt was a bill listing the consumption of alcohol, at, and flour by the Empire’s royal family’s palace during the winter hunt;
The third original docunt was the shortest in length, but it recorded the dietary habits and behaviors of Henry the Sun IV during his stay on the Castile Peninsula.
Considering that the survival of the Empire and the fate of the Alliance greatly depended on Henry IV’s life and health, this intelligence was extrely valuable.
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