I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 63 Leia is somewhat troubled
In the morning, outside the town of Bahamut, a carriage guarded by three hundred guards was slowly moving forward.

"Wow!"

Inside the carriage, listening to the sounds around her, was Serbia, dressed in a black gown, her red hair hidden by a loose top hat, looking like a true noblewoman.

At that moment, the fingertips of her right hand, clad in a lace glove, unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest of the carriage table and chair, and her wine-red eyes narrowed slightly.

Recalling the news that Tom, who was the Baron's secretary that morning, had told her that Baron Hardman was bedridden due to a cold and had asked her, as his 'daughter,' to negotiate with the Imperial forces outside the town on his behalf.

Combined with the strange magical fluctuations last night, and the intelligence from his subordinates this morning that the western city wall of Bahamut town had been destroyed, and that the number of the Baron's Guard had inexplicably decreased by more than half.

Serbia deduced what had happened after only a quick mental scan.

So, our Baron Hardman, in his first encounter with John Maslow last night, not only failed to gain any advantage, but also failed to achieve anything.

Instead, they were terrified by the other party's reckless behavior?
Upon discovering that the other party dared to attack even a nobleman like him, the baron was so frightened that he dared not personally carry out the pre-arranged plan of surrender negotiations and luring the other party into the town of Bahamut.
"What a useless old man!"

Serbia gave a disdainful sneer. Based on the underhanded methods he had used in the town of Bahamut in the past, she had originally regarded Micah Hardman as a ruthless person, which was why she was particularly wary of this baron.

Even when the other party asked him to negotiate on his behalf last night, he suspected that the other party was trying to set him up and trick him.

But now it seems that the other party is no different from those nobles who are all show and no substance.

They usually adopt a superior attitude and maintain so-called aristocratic etiquette to prevent others from seeing their true thoughts, thus giving people a sense of inexplicable pressure and awe.

But once they encounter a truly dangerous presence, their feigned calmness and wisdom will be ruthlessly exposed, turning them into mere clowns.

It's me who's actually wary of such weak people; I'm getting more and more foolish as I get older.

However, speaking of which, John Maslow was quite a remarkable man.

Even though they knew Baron Hardman wasn't an Allied soldier, they still insisted on labeling him as one and wiped out nearly half of Baron Hardman's guards in a single encounter.

Most importantly, the other side only needs to claim that it was too dark at night and they couldn't see Baron Hartmann's guards clearly, so they mistook them for enemy soldiers and opened fire, thus leaving Baron Hartmann with no way to complain.

Such insidious methods and domineering style are enough to prove that the other party is no ordinary person.

"A younger version of the Imperial White-Haired Demon General? If so, it's understandable that Morning Star would lower himself to plot his assassination!"

Serbia pondered, watching the Imperial Army's garrison gradually become clearer in the distance. At this moment, a long-lost sense of curiosity arose in her heart.

To be honest, she's starting to get a little interested in this person she's about to meet.

"despair!"

……

Leia was somewhat troubled at this moment.

Especially when she thought about the upcoming negotiations, her face, which rarely showed any change in expression, couldn't help but turn into a bitter face.

Before he came, Warrant Officer John hadn't told him about these kinds of negotiations.

But the other side has already sent people to negotiate their surrender, so we can't just keep fighting against them, can we?

If the inspection forces find out the details, they will definitely find out that I violated the laws of war.

They actually set themselves up in such a difficult situation. Sure enough, the Allied forces are a bunch of cunning scoundrels!
Or should I have Barbaboo ask Warrant Officer John for his opinion?

If it were the exceptionally intelligent Warrant Officer John, he would surely be able to come up with the best solution, wouldn't he?

But if he actually did that, wouldn't the warrant officer think he was really too stupid and become disappointed in himself?
Inside the compound, Leia sat at a makeshift negotiating table with a conflicted expression.

Just as she hesitated whether to call the team's communications officer, a series of footsteps sounded, and then Baba Bo's unshaven face came into view:

"Sir, the negotiators from Bahamut have arrived, numbering three hundred. However, they insist on having guards to escort them in, so I only allowed thirty in. Should we let them in?" "...Yes."

Realizing it was too late, Leia could only reply expressionlessly.

But I was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

They were even prepared to remain silent during the negotiations, leaving the other party to guess what was going on.

She felt that if she didn't respond at all, the Allied lackeys would inevitably leave in anger because of her rude behavior, thus breaking the damn negotiations.

In this way, she wouldn't have to risk leading her troops into the town of Bahamut and thus fall victim to the Allied forces' schemes.
"That's right, Leia. Once the negotiations begin, don't say a word!"

Having figured out a way to deal with it, Leia felt refreshed, and her green eyes began to shine.

She was even starting to look forward to the arrival of that 'Allied spy'.

"Tap, tap!"

With a soft sound of footsteps, a team of thirty guards, led by Baba Boyi, soon appeared before Leia.

The leader was a tall woman dressed in a gorgeous gown, with a family crest unique to nobles pinned to her chest.

Perhaps due to a lack of sunlight exposure over the years, her skin appeared exceptionally pale. Combined with her slender arms, thin face, and the delicate aura emanating from within, she looked like a sickly beauty.

At a glance, one can tell that the other party is a proper noble lady.

But upon seeing the other person for the first time, Leia couldn't help but furrow her brow.

It wasn't that she disliked associating with noble ladies; after all, although the Binot family had declined, she had received a noble education under the Emperor's grace before joining the Black Hawk Special Forces, and had even been with those princesses.

Therefore, they are no strangers to this type of aristocratic young lady.

But the woman in front of her gave her a strange feeling, even though she was behaving perfectly.

Claire inexplicably sensed a strange feeling emanating from the other person.

As the sole inheritor of the Binot family's 'Stripping Away All Things' technique, Leia can sense the aura of targets within a certain range thanks to the unique technique.

They can judge the strength of a target by their aura, and thus determine the level of danger they pose.

Although the passive effects of her unique technique will be ineffective when facing some Grand-level powerhouses or those whose mastery of aura concealment techniques exceeds her perception ability.

However, under normal circumstances, this ability is still very useful, and it even allowed Leia to unexpectedly solve many troublesome targets during missions.

But in all the years Leia has been with the Black Hawk Commando, she has never encountered a situation as bizarre as this.

Because in her perception, the aura emanating from this 'Allied spy' neither made her feel threatened nor made her feel weak.

Instead, she was unlike anyone she had ever met before.

That is a being completely different from humans.

It was as if it were another species.

"There's something wrong with this guy!"

Leia narrowed her eyes, her green pupils fixed on the noble lady who was slowly walking towards her, and her right hand unconsciously moved towards the sword at her waist.

She was considering whether to immediately kill this strange Allied spy.

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(End of this chapter)