misunderstanding

What did you say? Please say it again, Herr! "The woman behind the window asked hesitantly after recovering from her shock.

Locke looked at her strangely. Did she not know about this potion?

Yoshk was even more confused. He didn't remember having such a potion in the division headquarters.

"Strengthening potion, thank you!" Locke said again.

This time, the woman understood. She shook the bell on her left hand in a panic and said to Locke, "Please wait for a moment, Herr."

Locke looked at the woman's actions curiously, not knowing what she was up to. It didn't take long for him to find out.

A group of heavily armed soldiers surrounded him and Yoshk. The leader was clad in full armour and gave Locke a lot of pressure.

He was a mid-rank Knecht who could serve as a platoon jarl in 2nd Division, just like Cardoj.

Locke and Yoshk had no choice but to put their hands on their heads and wait for orders when faced with a strong man who was two ranks higher than them. This was the logistics office of 2nd Division of Falcon, so there might be some misunderstanding. Locke guessed that there might be some kind of misunderstanding.

He didn't expect that the name of a potion would cause such a big commotion.

In the dark and quiet room, Locke was handcuffed to a stone chair. In front of him, there was a knight with red hair and full body armor, with only his head exposed. There was also a sergeant who looked like a clerk who was holding a book.

Uncle Yoshk was taken to another room instead of staying with Locke.

"Speak! Where did you hear about strengthening potion? "The red-haired man slammed the scabbard of his sword on the table and asked Locke. This man was the mid-rank Knecht who had caught Locke.

"Someone told me," replied Locke.

"Who?" The red-haired man's eyes widened as he looked at Locke. It was easy to associate him with a man-eating beast.

Locke was silent. He didn't know whether he should say Angelina's name or not. Both the baron and Kenzir had ordered him to keep it a secret. Locke was in a dilemma whether he should say it or not.

"Found her!" The officer next to him suddenly said while flipping through the file in his hand, "Locke, a commoner, is currently the deputy platoon jarl of Faustian Falcon's 2nd Division, 2nd Brigade, 4th Platoon."

The red-haired man glanced at Locke and said casually, "If you're not a platoon jarl, you can't come here to exchange potions."

The clerk continued, "They went missing in the Bering Mountains a month ago. Here is the handwriting of their captain, Baron Cardoj."

"Oh?" The red-haired man's interest was piqued. It seemed he had caught a big fish this time.

They were the garrison troops of the logistics department of the division, and were specially sent here to deal with emergencies. Today, when Cass was on duty in the camp, someone suddenly reported that there were soldiers coming to exchange for the strengthening potion. Damn it, the logistics department of the second division only provided potions that could stimulate potential or temporarily heal wounds. How could there be a precious potion like the strengthening potion that only belonged to nobles?

Cass was a noble knight, but he was only a knight. He might work his whole life for a bottle of strengthening potion. This was not a matter of money, but of merit and military merit. This precious potion that could help break through bottlenecks was only in the hands of some powerful nobles. Not to mention the potion, no one even knew the formula of the potion.

Perhaps Locke's identity as a commoner made this even more certain. Cass didn't believe that a mere entry-level Knecht, let alone a commoner, would have heard of this potion.

"Tell me, who sent you here? You traitor! " Cass pulled his sword out of its scabbard and frivolously pointed the tip of the sword at Locke's lower body. A trace of blood flowed from Locke's punctured skin.

Locke felt the threat of death. Not to mention that his hands and feet were cuffed to the ground, even if he fought with all his might, he still wouldn't be able to defeat this red-haired man with the strength of a mid-rank Knecht. From the red-haired man's calloused hands and bloodshot eyes, it could be seen that he had killed a lot of people.

The warning in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Just as Locke was about to confess and tell the truth. "Stop!" A man with a rough voice and a body the size of two fat pigs kicked open the door of the small dark room. Immediately after that, a hurricane formed by impetus slammed towards the red-haired man.

The red-haired man was caught off guard and was forced to retreat by the impetus hurricane. Even the longsword in his hand fell to the ground.

The moment he saw the person at the door, Locke breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe now. There were two people behind the fat man, and one of them was Cardoj.

...

In the end, it was a misunderstanding. The news of Locke saving the princess had only been circulated among the higher-ups and not among the lower-ranking non-commissioned officers. Locke's return was only reported to the Ministry of War by Cardoj.

Platoon jarls who were awarded impetus techniques were qualified to be recorded in the Faustian military's file.

Strengthening potion was extremely precious even among the nobles. It was very likely that some non-combatant nobles didn't even know about the existence of such a potion. It was no wonder that Locke, who was a commoner, was noticed and arrested by the logistics department of the Ministry of War when he asked for it. Not to mention, Locke was a 'missing' person in his file.

In the end, the fat man personally untied Locke and sent him out. Of course, Locke recognized the seemingly harmless fat man as their division jarl. Locke had seen this fat man from afar when he was just a lowly soldier.

The fat man didn't have the bearing and domineering aura of a division jarl. He squinted his eyes and smiled at Locke the whole time, which really made Locke feel flattered. Who would have thought that a division jarl, who was a count, would be so polite to a commoner like him?

Cardoj interjected from time to time. It was all thanks to Cardoj that the division jarl was able to arrive in time today. Locke and Yoshk had been out for so long. It was already past dinner time, but they still hadn't returned. Something must have happened.

One of the benefits of eating with the platoon jarls was that Cardoj could keep track of which platoon jarl's movements in time.

After walking out of the dark room and bringing Yoshk out of another dark room, their division jarl finally asked Locke why he was here.

In fact, he already knew what Locke was here for. He even figured out why Locke was locked up for such a long time. As for why he specifically said that, it was obviously for compensation. For a person to be able to stand in such a high position, everything he did was carefully considered.

For someone like him, paying a few potions was insignificant. In his opinion, it was extremely worthwhile to gain the favour of a soldier who had saved the princess and was appreciated by the prince and Marmen.

"Well... I want strengthening potion, "said Locke.

The fat division jarl frowned. So it was this potion. No wonder Locke was arrested. Even if he was the person in charge of the logistics department, he would still arrest Locke. This potion was only circulated among the upper nobles of Faustian. Because the side effects and aftereffects were extremely weak, it was sought after by a large number of noble knights.

"How many do you want?" the fat division jarl asked Locke in a pleasant manner.

"Uh..." Angelina didn't tell Locke how much this potion could be used at one time. She only said that it was suitable for him.

"The more, the better." Locke gave an ambiguous answer and kicked the ball of decision-making to their division jarl.

Since he had decided to be on good terms with Locke, the fat division jarl didn't care about the price he had to pay. He turned around and asked a follower behind him, "How many strengthening potions do the logistics department have now?"

This follower should be the fat division jarl's adjutant because he came with Cardoj and the fat division jarl to rescue Locke.

The adjutant took out a small notebook that he carried with him and flipped through it. The withdrawal and withdrawal of this precious potion would be registered with him, so there was a special notebook to record it.

"There are five left!" The clerk gave an accurate answer.

"Give this knight three!" said the fat division jarl. He was going to spend a lot of money.

Locke felt like he had picked up a big bargain. There were only five of these potions in the entire 2nd Division, which showed how precious they were. Now, he even got three of them!

"Thank you, Sir!" Locke didn't know the fat division jarl's name, so he could only use the name that represented his position to express his gratitude.

"My name is George. You can just call me Sir George." The fat division jarl waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank me. This is what you deserve." He didn't know if Locke deserved it for saving the princess or if the division jarl was compensating him for the misunderstanding.

"Thank you, Sir George!" Locke thanked him.

Cardoj, on the other hand, had a strange look on his face. He looked at Locke enviously, as if he had picked up a big bargain.

While waiting for the soldiers to retrieve the potions, the fat division jarl, or Sir George, began to chat with Locke and Cardoj. While chatting, the fat division jarl jokingly asked Locke if he needed anything else. Locke remembered another potion that Angelina recommended to him.

"How about the will-condensing potion?" asked Locke.

This time, he didn't ask for it immediately. He could tell from the expressions on Cardoj and the fat division jarl's faces that the three strengthening potions he was about to get were precious items that were hard to come by. If he asked for it again, he would be asking for it. Locke still had a good eye for it.

"Ugh..." The fat division jarl's legs turned to jelly when he heard this.

Fortunately, Locke didn't mention this potion first. If he did, there wouldn't have been so much trouble. The people in the logistics department would never have heard of this potion. Only a division jarl like him would know of such a potion.