Angelina visits

Three days before the new year, someone Locke didn't expect came to see him.

"Princess Angelina, is that you?" Locke looked at the gorgeous, radiant, and beautiful woman with long blonde hair in front of him and asked in disbelief. Originally, he wouldn't have added the word 'princess', but as a low-rank Knecht, he could feel a faint sense of oppression around him, so he hurriedly added.

Angelina's expression didn't change much at first. "You guys can leave first! I have something to talk to Locke about, "said Angelina, tilting her head to the side.

The surroundings were empty, but the sound of footsteps could be heard gradually fading away. The oppression Locke felt also faded.

When there was no more movement, Angelina's face relaxed and she looked at Locke with her beautiful eyes. A strange atmosphere was created around the two of them.

This was Locke's tent. In the tent, Locke and Angelina sat by the bed and chatted. The tent assigned to a platoon jarl like Locke was very simple. Although it was an independent tent, there was no extra furniture except for a bed and a table. The two of them could only sit by the bed.

Fortunately, Angelina and Locke had done more intimate things before. Sitting on the bed with a man of the opposite sex, Angelina didn't have any other reaction other than a blush on her face.

"Why did you come to see me?" Locke asked curiously. As a princess, every move of Angelina was strictly guarded. He originally thought that he would only see her again after the war.

"I haven't seen you for such a long time. Can't you come and see me?" Angelina rolled her eyes at Locke. She was only sixteen years old and it was the season for young girls to yearn for love. Now that she hadn't seen Locke for half a month, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Angelina's playful answer made Locke feel a little warm. The distance between the two of them due to not seeing each other for a long time and the disparity in status had dissipated a lot.

"What's going on then?" Locke raised an eyebrow. He was referring to the group of people guarding outside, although he couldn't see where they were hiding.

At this point, Angelina sighed gloomily. "These are the shadow guards that father sent to find me." Although Locke had never heard of the Shadow Guards before, it wasn't hard to guess who they were from the literal meaning.

The shadow guards were also unlucky. They were sent to track Angelina's whereabouts two months ago, but they couldn't catch up with the princess even after tracking her all the way to the border of Shalor. After that, they completely lost track of Angelina when she was escorted into Morphey Forest. The vast Morphey Forest had erased all possible traces.

It wasn't until Angelina was attacked by Blood Red and met up with Locke's camp that her whereabouts were revealed.

What he didn't know was that while he and Angelina were living in the Bering Mountains, there were three shadow guards searching for their bodies on the other side of the cliff not far from where they fell.

After Angelina was safely brought back, Kenzir arranged for the shadow guards to stay by Angelina's side to ensure her safety.

After that, he chatted with Angelina about trivial matters. Most of the time, he was the one talking and Angelina was the one listening. Angelina seemed to be very interested in the trivial things that happened in Locke's daily life.

Angelina also talked about a lot of things that happened to her recently. Locke wasn't interested in the banquets between the nobles. Angelina seemed to know this too, so she talked about other things, such as the recent movements of the higher-ups, the orders issued by her brother, Kenzir, and so on. She also talked about her daily life as a girl.

Locke listened with great interest. The decisions of the higher-ups were closely related to the lives of the soldiers at the bottom. Locke listened carefully to a lot of information that Angelina said.

"I'm now one of the leaders of the Faustian caster army ~" Angelina said to Locke as if she was presenting a treasure.

Locke was still digesting what Angelina said. Kenzir had decided to attack Audis after the new year, so he didn't hear her clearly at first. When he regained his senses, Locke looked at Angelina in surprise.

Angelina seemed to be very proud of Locke's expression. She pouted and said proudly, "I'll take care of you from now on!"

Locke had always been curious about casters. Of course, he also had a lot of respect for them. Locke had a deep impression of the spells that were scattered all over the battlefield, which left a deep impression on him.

Angelina was now one of the leaders of the caster army. Her military rank was close to that of a division jarl, so it wasn't wrong for her to say that she would take care of Locke. In fact, she might even be one of the thickest thighs in the Faustian military.

Angelina, who had dozens of casters under her command, had an imposing aura at this time. But then, she put on a sullen face. It seemed that she wasn't the one commanding others now, but someone else was protecting her. Now, there were at least two mid-rank Lehrlings protecting her.

Angelina also noticed that Locke had advanced to a low-rank Knecht at this time, but she didn't care. Instead, she seemed to take it for granted. Angelina didn't have much time to stay here. If a princess spent too much time in an ordinary non-commissioned officer's tent, it would cause a lot of gossip, especially among the nobles. There were all kinds of dirty things going on.

Angelina left when it was almost noon. Then, the sense of threat that had been shrouding Locke dissipated. Locke knew that the people protecting her had also left. Fortunately, the two of them only talked and chatted in the tent and didn't do anything out of line. Of course, it was impossible to eavesdrop. Angelina was a princess after all, and those who protected her didn't dare to offend her.

If they still eavesdropped, Locke would probably be in deep trouble. During this period, Angelina spoke very intimately to Locke. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance what kind of relationship they had.

Seeing Angelina leave, Locke put away his thoughts of training. There wasn't enough time left. He was a little confused when he remembered that Angelina had asked him to change into a new set of armour and sword before she left.

His current armour was a half-body armour given to him by the baron. It was much stronger and more gorgeous than the platoon jarls' standard armour. Locke fell in love with the light silver half-body armour at once. He wore it every day and didn't feel tired at all. In his mind, wearing it was like training.

As for the sword, he got it from the merchant, Henry, for free. Based on Locke's experience, this longsword was also good. It was about the same as his previous one, and its hardness and sharpness were excellent.

If he wanted to change it, he could either buy it from the baron's caravan or exchange it for military merit.

Unfortunately, Locke only had two hundred gold scrolls with him, which could only be exchanged for money in the royal capital. Locke had asked around in the baron's caravan, but they didn't accept it because they couldn't verify its authenticity. Currently, the only cash he had was the two thousand silver thalers that Suzanne had earned. Because it was a relatively large sum, he kept it with Henry.

Henry was the head steward of the baron's caravan after all, so he wouldn't cheat him of this money. It was only a matter of time for him to withdraw it.

However, Locke didn't intend to spend this money. This money could be brought back to improve the lives of himself, his parents and his sister in the future. Two thousand silver thalers was not a lot, but it was also a small amount. It mainly depended on how they spent it. According to Locke's understanding of his parents and sister, they were probably saving it for his marriage.

That left only military merit. Speaking of which, he hadn't checked his military merit since he returned to the camp. After Kenzir and Marmen met him last time, they gave him some words of encouragement. So far, they hadn't given him any substantial rewards. The two big shots probably wouldn't forget about his contributions, so they could only give him some in exchange for military merit.

Military merit could be exchanged for money, equipment, potions and even ranks. In the Faustian barracks, as long as you had military merit, you could exchange anything.

During his first two years as a soldier, Locke didn't know anything. He exchanged the merit he received for money and sent it back home. Later on, he experienced more and learned more, so he didn't do such stupid things anymore. Military merit was much more useful than money. Whether it was his promotion to second-rate last year or his promotion to platoon jarl this year, it had something to do with the large amount of military merit he had saved up.

Low-level soldiers could only rely on themselves to accumulate military merits in order to improve themselves. In the history of the Faustian Kingdom, there were many new nobles whose ancestors had one thing in common: they were all soldiers.

Locke was suddenly looking forward to how many military merit he had now.

While it was still early, he made a trip to the supply camp. Although he was still a little envious of the armours and weapons that were placed around the camp now, he didn't feel so jealous anymore. After all, he wasn't short of money and his military merits weren't low either. It wouldn't be difficult for him to get his hands on these.

When he walked to the supervisor's office, a man wearing a black brimmed hat came out to greet him. He was the supervisor here. It was said that he was a relative of Cardoj's family and also the baron's confidant.

The man obviously knew Locke. He greeted him with a smile. "Platoon Jarl Locke, how can I help you?" He was very enthusiastic.

"I want to check how many military merit I have left," said Locke directly.

The man showed a surprised expression at first. Seeing that Locke didn't respond, he explained, "Platoon Jarl Locke, don't you know? Platoon Leader's military merits are all recorded in the logistics department of the army. We only have records for Private 2nd Class and below. "

Seeing that Locke was still confused, the man continued, "Platoon jarls are already the highest level of combat power in our battalion. Every platoon jarl has a corresponding quota of weapons and armour in the supply camp. If they are damaged after the battle, they can be replaced for free."

Locke smacked his head. He suddenly remembered why Henry looked at him strangely when he asked for ordinary weapons and armour. It seemed like a platoon jarl could work as a white-collar worker in the baron's supply camp!

Of course, the weapons and armour in the supply camp were much better than those in other places. This was also Yoshk's negligence. He actually forgot to introduce this to Locke. Perhaps he thought that Locke knew about this, so he didn't mention it.