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"General, general..."

Ogul's jaw was a little unresponsive.

As the strategist of the Third Army, Ogulo naturally recognized who was in front of him.

He distinguished himself in the Four Emperors War in his youth and became famous in the Tenth Uka War in his prime, winning every battle and becoming an undefeated legend.

He ultimately distinguished himself in the Battle of Bloodpeak, which cast a shadow over the hearts of all Ursus soldiers, but then disappeared without a trace.

"I'm just a bathhouse attendant on Rhodes Island. Don't forget to give me a five-star review after the service."

Herag, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, wore a friendly smile and was holding a wooden tub containing towels and soap.

"Don't be nervous, guys. It's going to be a long night, let's get along well."

Chapter 149 Drink More Hot Water (4K)

The next day, early in the morning.

Natasha woke up in her single room, rubbed her eyes, and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with a blank expression.

Her long, pale golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. Natasha's dazed mind was filled with a sense of pleasure. She half-closed her eyes and slowly came to her senses. Years of habit had made her instinctively get up in the morning, but the vigor she used to have when she could take down ten soldiers during morning training was now completely gone.

Her mind is now filled with thoughts of "Don't bother me, I'm feeling so good and comfortable, I want to keep sleeping."

Natasha gave up thinking, leaned back on the bed, and her two unrestrained mounds of flesh swayed with them.

She snuggled closer to the comfortable pillow, closed her eyes, and a faint smile lingered on her lips.

...Five seconds later, Natasha suddenly opened her eyes, quickly sat up straight, and checked her body.

As a soldier, Natasha doesn't have the habit of sleeping naked. In the military, there are always emergencies that may occur at any time, so there is no time to leisurely tidy up and put on clothes.

"What am I doing?!"

Natasha pulled up the white sheet to cover her beautiful body, which still bore bright red marks, somewhat like an alcohol allergy, or perhaps from being touched. At that moment, her drowsy mind snapped awake, and she quickly looked around.

If a man were lying next to Natasha at that moment, she would swear on the honor of Ursus girls to strangle him on the spot.

In the Ursus Empire, any man who attempts to violate a girl has the right to have his heart ripped out.

However, Natasha was the only one in the room, which reassured her and made her feel a little relieved.

Natasha's gaze fell on the bedside table, where clean underwear and a white shirt dress were laid out, along with her personal belongings and sword.

After being so frightened, she lost all desire to rest and quickly got up.

When her aching legs touched the ground, Natasha almost stumbled and fell, but luckily she caught herself on the counter in time, thus avoiding a embarrassing situation.

"How much did I drink last night...?"

Natasha's remaining memories gradually returned; she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have drunk too much at the dinner party...

Although my legs felt a little weak and my walking posture was a bit unsteady, I unexpectedly felt incredibly relaxed, as if a long-suppressed emotion was finally bursting forth.

It seems that occasionally drinking a little vodka is good for physical and mental health.

Natasha gently stroked her smooth, beautiful arms, which even looked much smoother.

For some reason, her hands began to wander involuntarily over her body, a strange aftertaste lingering throughout. As her fingertips traced her movements, the bodily memories imprinted within her were gradually awakened, a blush-inducing, heart-pounding sensation slowly rising, bathing her alluring body in a rosy glow, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

Just as Natasha's hand began to explore downwards, a knocking sound rang out, startling her so much that she darted under the covers at lightning speed.

"Sir? Are you awake? It's already nine o'clock in the morning."

"Shut up! Wait outside!"

Natasha shouted, her voice trembling with fear and a hint of bravado, startling the guards outside the door who were bewildered as to how they had angered their superior.

"What am I thinking... has it been too long since I've done 'that'?"

Natasha muttered to herself in bed, reluctantly getting out of bed and quickly changing into her ceremonial uniform.

After a quick wash in the bathroom provided in her private dormitory, and making sure her facial expression was fine, Natasha confidently pushed open the door. Her waist was cinched extremely thin, and her tricolor dress accentuated her tall and proud figure, radiating a chilling aura.

Outside the door, five guards were already waiting. When they saw Natasha come out, they immediately saluted.

Good morning, sir!

"Good morning. What's wrong?" Natasha asked, puzzled.

She keenly noticed that the guards' posture was not as upright as usual, and their faces showed unconcealed fatigue, with faint dark circles under their eyes, as if they had not slept all night.

"Well...we..."

Ogulo stammered, unsure of how to begin.

The shock I experienced in the public bathhouse last night was too strong. How could these people possibly deserve to have the legendary Ursus general personally scrub their backs?

This kind of treatment is something that even the most capable former emperors, let alone the current emperor, may never have experienced.

"This is a secret between us, and you'd better not tell anyone. If you do, you'd better watch out. I know where your troops are stationed, and I know which unit you belong to. You'd better remember that, understand?"

The general seemed to have said something like that last night, but his tone might not have been so harsh. The five of them were just too scared to do anything but nod obediently like chickens pecking at rice.

"We're not used to the beds in Rhode Island; they're too soft, and we don't feel comfortable sleeping in them," the experienced driver explained.

“Yes, that’s right.” The others quickly echoed.

Natasha glanced at them calmly and said indifferently, "If I find out that you have used the name of the Ursus delegation to make inappropriate requests to Rhodes Island, I will personally cut up your tools of the trade and hang them outside the Third Army's camp in the name of the Ursus Iron Cavalry."

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone felt a chill in their lower body and felt wronged, but dared not tell the truth.

As the Ursus delegation, guided by information from Rhodes Island, arrived at the mess hall for breakfast, they astutely noticed that all the banners that had covered the walls the previous night had vanished, and not even a single flower petal could be found on the ground. Even when they encountered unfamiliar Rhodes Island operators in the ship's corridors, some would subconsciously nod and greet them, like casual colleagues exchanging pleasantries. Others, however, would silently observe them, without uttering a word, completely lacking the enthusiasm of the previous night.

The stark contrast caused the members of the delegation to feel uneasy and their hearts to pound with unease.

It was like being surrounded by a crowd and standing on a high platform, only to have everyone else disappear, leaving him standing there.

Auguro was trying to figure out Rhodes Island's new intentions in psychological warfare, but due to mental fatigue, he couldn't immediately grasp the problem.

When they arrived at Rhodes Island's dining hall, they were unsurprisingly surprised to find that the festive decorations from the previous night were gone. The dining hall was now very ordinary, just like a school cafeteria, far less luxurious than before.

Auguro glanced around and spotted a table full of simple dishes in the center of the Rhodes Island cafeteria, with a whiteboard that read "For Ursus Empire Delegation Only".

This infuriated the members of the Ursus delegation. If they hadn't been warmly received the night before, they wouldn't be so angry about the cold treatment they were receiving now.

"This is outrageous!" one of the guards shouted through gritted teeth.

"Noisy."

Natasha glanced at him, and the man immediately fell silent.

"Stay calm, don't let people look down on you. Everyone take your seats, sit down, and eat."

Under Natasha's stern rebuke, the members of the delegation suppressed their dissatisfaction and sat down in their designated seats to eat breakfast.

Although she wasn't treated with excessive hospitality, Natasha felt more comfortable and relaxed in this atmosphere, like being back at camp. The only downside was that the food wasn't as delicious as the previous night.

"This is a token of our appreciation from Rhode Island, Kalan Dairy, the best milk."

"There are also cucumber slices, lettuce, tomatoes, and a ham and egg salad sandwich."

"This is dessert, chilled melon."

"Drink more hot water to nourish your body."

A mysterious hooded figure, who had appeared out of nowhere, sat upright next to Natasha, diligently offering her various hydrating foods. He was clearly concerned that Natasha was suffering from severe dehydration due to the reservoir's floodgates releasing water.

None of the members of the delegation reacted immediately; it was as if this person had been sitting next to Natasha from the beginning, and everyone was chatting and laughing.

"—?!"

Natasha unknowingly took the food from his hand, and only realized something was wrong a few minutes later after she put it in her mouth.

With a clang, Natasha drew her sword and pointed it to her side, but the figure that had been sitting there had vanished.

What incredible stealth skills! None of the members of the delegation present were soldiers who had undergone rigorous training, yet they were completely unaware of it!

If this mysterious hooded man wanted to harm them, perhaps someone present would have their throat slit on the spot, while the others would continue eating without knowing anything.

"..."

In an instant, the bustling cafeteria fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a hair fall to the ground.

Countless hostile gazes fell upon the Ursus delegation, and the silent pressure, like the rising tide, spread slowly, almost engulfing them.

"Don't be nervous, relax, relax."

Lin Lu spoke softly, but he wasn't speaking to Natasha; he was addressing the Rhodes Island operators who were having dinner around him.

The moment Natasha drew her sword, these experienced elite operators all turned their attention to the Ursus delegation.

This is Rhodes Island.

Something happened on this ship.

Something that these people, who have survived the Kazdel Civil War three years ago, will never forget.

That was a blood feud deep enough to reverse the flow of the ladder, a pain etched in the memories of Rhodes Island's predecessor, a hatred so intense that one wished to grind the enemy to dust.

The moment the enemy drew their weapon, the post-traumatic stress disorder of all the elite operators present collectively erupted, and everyone's nerves tensed up, instantly assuming a combat-ready stance.

"Stop fooling around, eat, eat, keep eating. If you think there's not enough food, I'll ask Operator Hibiscus to add more. You, and you, put your weapons away. They are guests, not enemies."

Lin Lu gently pressed down with his glowing left hand, and the murderous intent of the crowd vanished instantly. They turned around and continued to enjoy their breakfast, chatting and laughing, as if everything that had happened before was just an illusion.

All the members of the Ursus delegation who stood up placed their hands on their weapons; they were soldiers, and they had all been on the battlefield and killed enemies.

They had just prepared for a bloody battle, but the person in front of them nonchalantly extinguished the flames that had ignited the conflict.

Ogulo wiped the sweat streaming down his forehead without leaving a trace, trying his best to conceal the look of fear in his eyes, and quietly observed the mysterious man in the hooded robe standing in front of him.

Rhodes Island's private armed forces possess far more in-depth information than Ursus's intelligence department has gathered. These elite operators are all exceptional individuals, each capable of handling extreme individual combat. When their abilities are brought into play by a true leader, the results could be truly astonishing.

This mysterious hooded figure is the leader who can unite their power.

"Sir?"

Auguro said in a deep voice, waking Natasha from her daze.

Natasha seemed to be in a sleepwalking state before she came to her senses and sheathed the ritual sword in her hand.

When she heard Lin Lu say, "Don't be nervous, relax," her mind went blank for a moment, and she really did relax.

—What's going on here?

"Forgive my rudeness, it was my fault just now. I have a rather weak presence, and I'm ugly and easily frighten people, so I dressed like this. Please don't take offense." Lin said without batting an eye, while handing hot water to each member of the delegation to soothe their young and innocent hearts.

No one dared to say anything, after all, it was their own commander brandishing weapons on someone else's turf.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to apologize and admit their mistake, they seem even more unreasonable, and I suddenly feel guilty and ashamed.

Auguro raised his hand and said, "You..."

"Hey bro, don't get so worked up. Drink more hot water, drink more hot water."

Just as Auguro was about to say something, he gradually lost his footing under Lin's relentless attacks.

Finally, he even lost the ability to think, swept away by Lin's merciless combo and soared into the sky, feeling somewhat elated.

Due to the psychological effect of constant contrast and misalignment, people who lack a sense of security are often attracted to people with charismatic leadership qualities... in short, the "scumbag law".

The utterly despicable Dr. Lin Lu quickly cultivated a good relationship with the Ursus delegation. He seemed able to strike up a conversation with anyone, his superb rhetoric making people unconsciously reveal information. Except for the meticulous Auguro, who was as stubborn as a rock, relying on excellent self-suggestion to keep Lin Lu's sweet talk at bay. It was as if a mental wall had been erected, an AT field.

Lin Lu smiled slightly at this, not feeling discouraged, as his plan had been basically completed.

After a safe and uneventful breakfast, Lin Lu led the Ursus delegation to the reception room.

"Look at my memory! I always forget to introduce myself. I haven't told everyone who I am yet, have I?"

In the Rhodes Island reception room, Lin Lu took the seat of honor in front of the Ursus delegation.

Her fair hands were clasped together and placed under her chin, and a cobalt blue light flashed beneath her black hooded mask.

"My name is Lin Lu, and everyone calls me Doctor. I serve as a senior manager in the Medical Department, Human Resources Department, and Logistics Department of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Co., Ltd., and also as the tactical commander of Rhodes Island's combat operations. Rhodes Island CEO Amiya is unwell, so I will be in full charge of external affairs with the Ursus delegation from now on."

Lin Lu's gaze swept across everyone's faces, like a sharp blade flashing with cold light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Please give me more advice."

Chapter 150 Is Black Tea Alright? (4K)