The butler meeting had come to an end.
Ya Xiao returned to his daily life, no longer needing to go to the council hall for meetings, but only needed to follow the marshal to escort him to participate in the joint meeting.
The hovercar slowly landed.
Ya Xiao followed behind Qin Qi and went to the joint meeting hall together.
"Marshal, Marshal Wista is behind."
Qin Qi heard Ya Xiao's reminder, his expression was calm: "Don't pay attention, he knows the way to the meeting hall."
The villain and Wista are close friends. The smile in Ya Xiao's eyes deepened when he heard this. He nodded his head obediently and lifted his steps to follow Qin Qi into the building.
Just walking to the door of the meeting hall, he saw the two butlers, Gabe and Bolton, standing in the corner. His blue eyes couldn't help but bend, and Ya Xiao spoke to the marshal in a low voice.
"Hmm, you go ahead. I'll go in first."
Qin Qi glanced at the two butler friends that Ya Xiao was talking about, withdrew his eyes, and said in a calm tone.
He remembered that they were the butlers of Wenbor and Lu Chuanxi, both of whom had okay temperaments. His butler would not be bullied by staying with them.
"Okay."
Ya Xiao curved his eyes. After seeing Qin Qi into the council hall, he turned on his feet to join the two of them, Gabe and Bolton.
He had already collected two demon values by himself this morning! As expected, the days when I don't go to meetings are really wonderful!
Ya Xiao happily waved his hand towards Gabe and Bolton, "Good morning, you two."
Meanwhile, not long after Qin Qi entered the council chamber, Wista walked in.
He sat down on a chair, took out the scarf he hadn't finished knitting, and accused Qin Qi, "I saw you and your butler on the hovercar! You didn't even wait for your dear friend. I'm really too sad!"
Qin Qi glanced coldly at the other party, "We're just fellow officers."
Wista smoothly continued, "Our fellowship isn't worth you waiting for me!"
"Do you still remember how kind you were to me when we first joined the army? But in the end, old acquaintances can't compete with new ones."
"Now, you probably don't even know who my sweetheart is anymore!" Wista became more and more impassioned as he spoke, looking at Qin Qi with a resentful and heartbroken expression.
Qin Qi didn't have any reaction to Wista's behavior. He just calmly looked at the other party, his black eyes bringing a slight coolness.
As if he was being strangled, Wista grunted twice and stopped talking.
Seeing this, the marshal of the Fourth Base beside him, Wenbor, couldn't help but say mockingly, "Truly overestimating oneself."
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For the sake of being the same border base, he wouldn't get on Wista's bad side for the time being.
Wenbor lifted his chin to look at the marshals who came in through the doorway.
The three marshals of the second-tier bases were not much different from the usual.
When Delbo entered, he appeared relaxed, skillfully teasing the pale-faced Cheng Di. He paid no attention to Cheng Di covering his ears and asking him to be quiet, displaying a lack of concern for the situation.
The senior Marshal Guwen's expression, on the other hand, remained serious.
The marshals of the second-tier bases and the border bases politely and courteously engaged in conversation. It was only after the mascot marshal of the central city sat down in the main seat that the meeting officially began.
Since two days ago, the joint meeting gradually involved military secrecy, and the cameras in the hall were removed cleanly. There were only seven marshals who were in the know about the content of this meeting today.
Qin Qi sat in his seat, fixedly glancing at Delbo across from him. Then, he seemingly unintentionally drew his gaze towards the others, each marshal's expression was reflected in his eyes and finally landed on Wenbor, who was about to speak.
The side of Delbo's mouth was hung with a smile, and his amorous peach blossom eyes had a perpetual carelessness in them, seemingly unable to feel Qin Qi's gaze.
The marshals present did not notice this interlude. They were more concerned about the next issue of the military academy intensive training.
"The military academy side has already been divided into seven battalions."
Wenbor's golden back was very shiny, he raised his head and threw out his voice, "Our border bases want the four battalions of two, four, six, and eight."
According to past practice, the spring meeting was scheduled tightly. In the last fifteen days, all the marshals would travel to the military academy to inspect the military academy graduates' intensive training. Together with the various meetings in the early days, it lasted for a total of thirty days.
It was necessary to be on standby, and not a single minute could be wasted.
Especially the military academy graduates' intensive training.
The military battalions chosen by the marshals would most likely be directly attributed to their bases after graduation.
In a sense, these military battalions were considered their future personal soldiers and would be integrated into the various bases more quickly afterward.
"That's not quite right, is it?"
Delbo said with a smile, "These four battalions all have the highest number of cadets. If you guys choose these four, doesn't it directly mean that our base will have much fewer cadets in the future?"
"So what?"
Wenbor was very disdainful, "Our border bases are the most in danger and the first barrier to humanity, so what's the problem with wanting a few more military cadets?"
"Marshal Wenbor, there is a serious problem with your sentence." Marshal Guwen frowned, "The second-tier bases are not all without danger. As the same, our second-tier bases also need to be highly valued."
Wenbor's expression stiffened a bit. He wanted to speak out to retort, but Marshal Guwen was very senior, the same generation as his father. As an elegant and reserved marshal, it was difficult for him to talk back to his seniors.
Wista, however, had little concern.
After all, he was the least classy of the border base marshals, and Wista didn't hesitate to grin:
"Marshal Guwen, you're wrong with that statement."
"What Wenbor said meant that the border bases are the most in danger. It's not that we don't value the second-tier bases, but the second-tier bases aren't on the same level of danger as the border bases."
Guwen frowned with a somewhat serious expression and did not retort for a while.
As for Cheng Di, who was shrinking in his chair with a pale face next to him, his mental condition had been a bit off since the moment the marshals of the border bases and the second-tier bases started to confront each other.
After Marshal Guwen fell silent, the pale Cheng Di acted as if he had flipped a switch of some sort. He covered his eyes, the eyeballs exposed between the slits of his fingers transmitting a few bits of nervousness, and he said in a frantic tone:
"What nonsense are you border base people talking about? The border bases are the most dangerous, but if you choose to take away this batch of the largest number of military academy students, will it ensure the safety of our second-tier bases?"
"Every military academy training session, we always let you choose the largest number of military academy students, but so what? Wasn't the Seventh Base still destroyed?"
"When the Seventh Base was destroyed, how much effort did our second-tier bases waste, and how many of our companions died to prevent those demonic insects from destroying the passageway? You're all so useless, you might as well let our second-tier bases have more fresh forces!"
Cheng Di's voice became more and more shaky at the end of his words, and his voice followed suit, becoming more and more muted, his nervousness becoming stronger.
Qin Qi's gaze became somewhat obscure as he looked at Cheng Di, but the words he uttered remained indifferent:
"It is impossible to reduce the number of military cadets from our four border bases."
After Cheng Di finished speaking, his body was trembling slightly. Hearing Qin Qi's response, he froze for a moment. His hands dropped down, and his eyes were bloodshot and filled with shock, clearly not expecting Qin Qi to be so insistent.
"How ...... is it so difficult to communicate?"
The pale Cheng Di murmured softly.
Next to him, Wenbor was listening from start to finish. He didn't talk back to his old senior Guwen, but naturally, he wouldn't have such concerns when it came to the crazy Cheng Di that he hadn't been able to see eye-to-eye with.
"What the hell are you talking about Cheng Di?"
Wenbor's mouth was hooked in a contemptuous smile, "We're difficult to communicate with? Isn't it you second-tier bases that don't trust us border bases to be good in the first place?"
"Our border bases go through hundreds of demonic insect sieges every month, and yet you want to take away our homes, even trying to recruit part of our new forces. Can we tolerate this?"
Delbo only spoke at the beginning, but upon hearing this, his affectionate peach blossom eyes lost their smile. "Marshal Wenbor, you can't put it that way. Our second-tier bases also have to eliminate many insects near the passages every month."
"Moreover, what happened at the Seventh Base in the first place did cause panic among our populace."
"Isn't it unreasonable for you to compare us to thieves who steal from homes?"
"How is it unreasonable?"
Wenbor had the worst temper. Since he was the one who made the motion for the military academy allocation, Wenbor's pride wouldn't allow him to screw up the matter.
Not to mention, seeing Delbo's flirtatious peach blossom eyes, he was furious in his heart, "Am I wrong to say that you guys are thieves?"
"Aren't you guys just trying to steal our border bases' fresh fighting force?"
Wenbor was on a roll, repeatedly calling them thieves, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.
At this moment, he failed to notice that, amidst his mockery, across from him, the trembling body of Cheng Di gradually calmed down. The helpless expression on Cheng Di's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an eerie pallor.
"These four military camps, we will never let go." Wenbor slammed the table, concluding the matter.
As soon as the words fell, an amused laugh suddenly sounded.
"What do you mean?" Wenbor frowned and looked unhappily at Cheng Di who had his head down.
At the sound, Cheng Di looked up and grinned. As Wenbor watched, Cheng Di rushed to his feet in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding marshals were all battle-hardened existences, and the moment Cheng Di rose to his feet, they instantly took a vigilant stance.
However, a person with a dual personality disorder who could stand out among numerous military officers and become a marshal was definitely not to be underestimated.
â Cheng Di's second personality could rank in the top four among all marshals, much stronger than Wenbor.
Wenbor, who was originally enjoying himself while arguing, could never have imagined that a mentally ill patient would suddenly have an episode. In the blink of an eye, the frenzied Cheng Di was already swinging his knife.
Although Wenbor was alert and instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, the unfortunate truth was that his strength couldn't match Cheng Di's. Despite his efforts to evade, his arm was forcibly chopped off.
The mechanical arm clattered to the ground, and the mechanical nerves inside bared their electric sparks.
"F*ck!"
Wenbor's face turned white with pain, his feet stomped and retreated a few steps in a row, pulling away from the other party.
Cheng Di's smile at the corner of his mouth grew bigger and bigger when he saw this. He twirled his blade in his hand, and with a swift motion, lunged towards Wenbor once more.
The sound of breaking air rang out. Wenbor's pupils shrunk as he looked at the silver blade that was slashing toward him.
Just when the sharp blade was only a centimeter away from Wenbor's eyes, the sharp blade suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Cheng Di's crazed smile remained unchanged as he slowly raised his head, looking at the white sword lodged in his wrist.
Looking upwards along the white sword, it was none other than Wista, who was most at odds with Wenbor. The other party still had the unfinished scarf on his left shoulder.
"Cheng Di, wake up."
Wista clutched his sword hard in his wrist, his tone seemingly relaxed.