Capítulo 1605: Chapter 91: Fox and Mouse Ga (Part 1)
[Maplestone City]
[Officer Residential Area]
As the first light of dawn appeared, Winters Montagne and Skur klen t as usual in the backyard of Gessa Adonis’s residence for their morning eting.
The morning etings for senior commanders of the New Army initially were only temporary, sotis convened by Gessa to discuss matters with Winters, or Winters approached Skur to explain a situation, depending on the need.
However, this sporadic communication quickly beca institutionalized etings because Brigadier General Gessa Adonis favored this form of “face-to-face” discussion—there were no scribes with quill pens recording it, allowing him to speak freely.
Brigadier General Skur klen, however, was quite resistant to the notion of “three people deciding major issues in the morning,” as it hinted strongly at oligarchical politics, which deeply concerned him.
Of course, according to Gessa Adonis, “there’s nothing in this world that doesn’t worry Skur klen.”
As for Winters, although he understood Brigadier General Skur’s concerns, he sided with Gessa Adonis in formalizing the morning etings.
The reason was straightforward: Gessa Adonis’s backyard was closer to his residence, making it more convenient to walk across the street than to make a round trip to City Hall;
Moreover, informal etings were indeed more efficient than rigid and lengthy formal ones.
So despite Skur klen’s reluctance, morning etings gradually evolved into the main consultative form for the New Army’s decision-makers, with most significant matters reviewed there first before broader discussion.
In theory, Magash Colvin was also eligible to attend, but since Colonel Colvin remained delayed in the Northern Foothills Province, his presence was never seen in Brigadier General Gessa Adonis’s backyard—another major reason for Skur klen’s resistance to the morning etings.
Conversely, Magash Colvin’s inability to attend was also a primary reason for Gessa Adonis’s insistence on the morning etings—he viewed it as a punishnt for Magash Colvin.
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Upon eting, Winters explained details concerning the visitors from the United Province, Vineta, and the Public Church to Gessa and Skur.
“So what you’re saying is, all these ssy issues,” Gessa Adonis asked skeptically beneath the pavilion outside the bath, scratching his scalp reddened by the hot water, “happened in one night? Last night?”
“To be precise, it was an afternoon and a night,” Winters yawned, wrapping his coat tightly around himself—the Paratu mornings in July were still chilly, “You were outside chatting with Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod when those fake nuns attacked .”
Upon hearing Winters ntion Colonel Bod’s surviving family, Gessa Adonis suddenly fell silent.
After a mont, frowning deeply, he hesitantly asked, “Do you think those two could be aware?”
“Which two?” Winters was puzzled, “Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod?”
Gessa Adonis nodded almost imperceptibly.
Unsure of Gessa Brigadier General’s thoughts, Winters turned to Skur klen, hoping to draw him into the conversation.
Among the three under the pavilion, Gessa donned a bathrobe, Winters was in his nightwear, and only Brigadier General Skur klen was impeccably dressed.
Unfortunately, Skur Brigadier General’s expression, much like his attire, was flawless as he pressed his hands tightly against his forehead, eyes half-closed and silent, obviously still digesting the “ssy issues” Gessa Adonis referred to, which Winters had just reported.
So proposal from a Sea Blue Tycoon had already occupied Skur klen’s thoughts; in comparison, how to handle fake nuns who were suspected alchemists and how to respond to the Public Church’s Judge were considered secondary issues—so much so that Skur klen didn’t even hear what Winters and Gessa were discussing.
Seeing this, Winters had to give up the idea of drawing Skur klen into the conversation. He thought for a mont, then answered earnestly, “Since you have suspicions, why not go directly to Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod to ask for clarification? If they have nothing to do with those fake nuns, you could clear them of suspicion. Better than having it gnaw at you.”
Gessa Adonis chuckled quietly without speaking.
Perceiving the subtlety, Winters’s expression beca sowhat odd, “Could it be that you are not worried about Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod ‘not knowing,’ but instead about them ‘knowing?'”
Gessa Adonis did not answer, but his expression said it all.
Winters suddenly realized: The reason why Gessa Adonis was being so evasive and hesitant was that he wanted to gain the understanding of a “vindictive Venetian” like him.
This realization made him both irritated and amused.
“What kind of person do you take for?” Winters pretended to be angry, “Regardless of the situation, Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod are Colonel Bod’s next of kin. Do you think I would cause them trouble over this matter?”
Hearing this, Gessa realized Winters had no intention of taking revenge on Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled reassuringly at Winters, “Of course not. How could I not know what kind of person you are?”
The more Winters listened, the more he felt the other was speaking sarcastically, but persisting on this topic would only cause trouble for himself, so he crossed his arms and ended the conversation.
Gessa, discerningly, picked up his wine glass.
After a mont of contemplation, Winters spoke again.
“However, regardless,” he said seriously, “it still needs to be clarified. If Mrs. Bod and Miss Bod are unaware, they should be asked; if they are aware, they should be asked even more.”
“Yes,” Gessa replied seriously, “it should be clarified.”
“If it’s inconvenient for you to step forward,” Winters considered for a mont and thought it might be better for him to play the villain, “I could conduct the inquiry.”
“No,” Gessa flatly rejected Winters’s proposal, “Soone must ask, but it cannot be you or .”
Winters raised his eyebrows.
Gessa briefly explained, “If I ask, they may not stay in the Newly Reclaid Land; if you ask, they might not be able to go to Vineta. So, you can’t ask, and I can’t ask either.”
Winters was silent for a while, then smiled wryly, “You are truly considerate… I just don’t know if those two will understand your intentions.”
“Bod left only such a daughter,” Gessa shook his head, speaking sombrely, “It’s necessary no matter what.”
After a pause, Winters asked again, “If you can’t step forward, nor can I, then who will? Brigadier General Skur?”
“What difference would klen’s involvent make from mine?” Gessa glanced sharply, “Don’t worry; I’ve got a suitable candidate.”
“Who?”
Gessa cleared his throat, slowly uttering a na, “Richard Mason,” with a cunning gleam in his eyes, “Let a United Province man do it.”
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