Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

Page 35

He didn't think Violet intentionally kicked the door down...

She just hasn't learned how to open the door yet.

After all, the door lock of the wooden house on the island was a latch, and Violet had never seen a "doorknob" before.

He squeezed the pair of soft, white hands hanging on his chest.

The task of teaching is arduous and has a long way to go.

…………

Late at night, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Dietrich, dressed in a formal suit, entered.

"sit."

The colonel sat in a chair, holding a book of poetry and prose, without looking up.

"What exactly happened?"

"As you can see."

"If you're going to get involved, at least let me know beforehand."

Dietrich sat down on the sofa opposite the coffee table.

“There’s no point in telling you.” The colonel turned the pages of the book.

Dietfrey frowned slightly. What did he mean by "meaningless"?

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean,” he said. “I have no complaints about your actions, but… I’ve checked the Weddell pistol and the surrounding environment, and if I’m not mistaken, there should only be one bullet in that gun… Is your goal really to kill him?”

"Let me ask you something. If sacrificing one person could end this war, what would you do?"

Dietfried understood the colonel's unspoken meaning.

This was the question Osinlid had raised when he was first assigned to Osinlid's side.

"You want to recruit that kid? But... we can't even be sure of his identity!"

"His identity is 'safe,' I can assure you." The colonel's tone remained as calm as ever.

Dietfried wanted to say something, but looking at the colonel's back, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"But that kid might not necessarily join us."

"I will give him a condition he cannot refuse."

A moment later, Dietfrey sighed in the air.

"Then what should I do? That kid isn't stupid; he might already be suspicious of us."

“It’s not doubt, it’s certain.” The colonel chuckled softly. “He’s a smart man.”

"I understand. I'll leave everything to you then... By the way, is that private alright?"

"She just fainted. Why would I harm my own people?"

"That's good."

Dietfried got up from the sofa and went outside.

"Die Fleet".

"Yes." He turned his head slightly.

"Trust my judgment; I witnessed everything that happened below with my own eyes."

"If I could, I wouldn't want him to live."

"Oh, and before you leave, could you please turn on the room lights? We have guests," the colonel said. "This kerosene lamp is almost burnt out."

Dietfrey, standing at the door, was puzzled.

Who would come at this time? Is it to report something?

The moment he opened the door, Dietfried froze.

Standing outside the door was Lu Ye, whose wounds had been treated and whose nose and forehead were bandaged.

"Hello, Major, the Colonel must still be awake, right?" Lu Ye asked.

Chapter 42 Setting a Trap

Dietfrey nodded slightly, stepped aside to let Lu Ye in, and then left the room.

But as he reached the stairs, he suddenly stopped and slowly shivered.

He turned around and looked at the door, where a faint yellow light shone through the crack.

The colonel just said that he witnessed everything in the dark?

But if the colonel was observing what was happening in the lower deck from beginning to end, then who was the colonel who appeared from the stairs later?

Dietfried felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He had been following the colonel for almost a year and thought he knew the colonel to some extent.

But he now realizes he was wrong.

That was not a thoughtless remark.

The colonel was always a man of careful words.

…………

Inside the room, Lu Ye sat on the sofa with a bottle of clear liquid in front of him.

"Want to try some? It's a brandy from the West, it tastes pretty good."

"No, I'm afraid it might be poisonous," Lu Ye said bluntly.

"That's true, it's good to be cautious."

The colonel didn't mind and poured himself a glass.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I'm just curious, if you wanted to kill me, why only put one bullet in the gun?"

"What's wrong with one bullet? Are you misunderstanding the meaning of 'one,' or 'bullet,' or perhaps both?"

The colonel wasn't wearing a military cap; his gray hair was combed back, and his nearly sixty-year-old body had no excess fat.

He sank comfortably into the soft sofa, crossed his legs, and gently swirled the clear liquid in his glass. He was completely devoid of the solemnity of a soldier he had shown when they first met, and looked just like an old rogue.

“I didn’t misunderstand ‘one’ or ‘bullet’, I just have a problem with you.” A flash of anger appeared in Lu Ye’s eyes.

"What does a bullet mean to you?" the colonel said. "To us, a bullet is a life. In tonight's battle, only one of you will survive. I promised that pirate that if he could kill you, I would promise him and his brothers freedom."

"You don't seem like the kind of person who keeps promises."

"Of course, I won't keep my promise to a pirate, because we are not on equal footing. Why would a lion make a promise to a rabbit?"

"So no matter what, pirates will die?"

“My promise is only ‘freedom,’ not whether I live or die…” The colonel sipped his brandy. “Then let’s get down to business. Since you’ve survived, I’ll get straight to the point. I’ll state my conditions first. You can raise the price, and I’ll consider it accordingly.”

"explain."

"Come work for me."

"Claws."

Lu Ye's words were concise and startling.

The colonel smiled; the answer seemed to be no surprise to him.

“I don’t see any common interests between us,” Lu Ye said. “I just want to go home, and I’m barely even good with a gun, so what use would I be?”

“Of course you’re useful,” the colonel said.

"Oh?"

"You must have seen those enormous iron golems, right?" the colonel said. "They are a marvel of modern military technology. Countries that have mastered the technology to manufacture such weapons are often invincible. Swords, spears, and even small-caliber bullets cannot penetrate their armor, and they also maintain a high degree of agility... Imagine how terrifying an army composed of such things would be."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"The reason why the northern countries launched a large-scale attack on the southern countries is not only because of the economy and religion, but also because they have more advanced weapons than other countries," the colonel did not answer Lu Ye's question immediately, but continued to speak to himself, "Now Leiden's strength is far behind that of the northern power Verdon. It is impossible to win this war by trying to make up for the gap in equipment, so... I need your help."

"Don't kid me, you expect me to help with the war?"

"you can."

Lu Ye was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

He felt a chill slowly creep up his spine.

Because the colonel's lips did not move.

The sound just now didn't come from in front of me... it came from behind me!

Someone was speaking behind him in the exact same tone and manner as the colonel!

Lu Ye slowly lowered his head, glancing downwards.

On the ground in front of him, there was not just one person's shadow, but two shadows overlapping each other.

Fear grew like vines from the depths of his heart, binding his soul.

For a fleeting moment, he almost cried out to Violet, who was lurking outside, for help, but he forced himself to hold back.

"Aren't you going to look back?" the colonel asked, sitting in his chair.