Chapter 232 [0230] War-Weary

Late night, Besilico, orderly officer's office.

It was another day of overtime for Queletta.

As the largest commercial city and port in the southeast of Noxus, Besilico's government affairs are like a big mountain, weighing heavily on Queletta's shoulders - even if the local Duren family helps, she can already handle the general affairs. It saves a lot of trouble, but Queletta still has a lot of work.

The commander of the legion responsible for the defense of Besilico was named Lumbica Varo. In Queletta's eyes, this guy was an out-and-out idiot.

The surname Varro represents his origin as a typical old Noxian noble. It is said that he said that the ancestors of the Varro family were already warlord leaders in the Noxian era and had a "long-standing aristocratic tradition."

Therefore, in Lumbica's eyes, the importance of establishing a good relationship with the Immortal Fortress is far more important than managing Besilico's garrison. He has left many of the daily training tasks for the Besilico Corps to Queletta. .

According to this guy, this is called "hard work for the able".

Of course, having been a noble in Noxus for so many years, Lumbica can't be said to be completely useless - although he is not interested in daily training or anything like that, and he doesn't know a few grassroots commanders, he at least brings the army's Logistics is firmly in his hands.

He obviously did not do this to give the Besilico Chapter more favorable conditions.

A large part of today's Besilico Legion comes from the dispersed Ionian battlefield, and in Noxus, losers are always looked down upon, so those of you in Ionia are Naturally, the sight of a farmer with a pitchfork poking his shit out was not enough to arouse Lord Lumbika's interest.

For Lumbica, the greatest significance of firmly grasping the logistics of the Besilico Army is that he can squeeze out as much money as possible while maintaining the lowest consumption of the army to manage the power over the Immortal Fortress. By.

Swain, that bastard who was born into a noble family but always betrayed the nobles, is finished. Now that there are many vacant positions in the military power, it is time to bribe big shots and take advantage of the opportunity to climb up the ranks!

And this kind of behavior, we usually have a more appropriate description, called "drinking the blood of soldiers".

Lumbica's calculations were loud and clear.

As long as he maintains the basic material supply of the Besilico Chapter and leaves the training to Queletta, even if the soldiers are angry, they can only attack Queletta.

After all, the material support I provide is enough to cover daily expenses!

The extra training has resulted in a shortage of supplies... You go find Queletta who trained you!

However, Lumbica didn't know that Queletta was not the fool he thought he was, who sincerely sacrificed his life and blood for Noxus.

Although she was indeed injured for her country and lost an arm in Ionia,... the arm she lost was completely different from Swein's.

Queletta's lost arm was not cut by the Ionians, but was infected due to the abuse of alchemical gas and indiscriminate killing, and eventually had to be amputated.

Because the influence of alchemical poison gas in Ionia is too bad, it not only caused a devastating blow to the ecology of Ionia, but also caused immeasurable losses to the Noxians themselves, so these things are confidential.

The former Queletta did indeed have a love for Noxus as Lumbica thought.

But after losing an arm to one of her own poisonous gases, she finally wavered.

What's even more terrible is that after returning from the Ionian battlefield, she received an even more terrible news - her son, Decius Varn, died in the north.

The successive blows forced Queletta to stop in her tracks. The sadness and pain almost made her suffocate. She began to think, is it really meaningful to follow the rumbling war machine of Noxus all the way forward?

When he first joined Noxus and fought for Noxus, Queletta was full of desire for the future. In the Noxian army, promotion is fair, as long as he can show his extraordinary ability. On the one hand, Noxus never skimps on rewards.

But after losing her arm and her son, she suddenly discovered that promotions and rewards brought pain in addition to power.

It was at this time that she noticed the ambitions of the Duren family.

If it were Queletta ten years ago, she would have nipped in the bud the thoughts that the Duren family should not have.

But this time, she chose to join in.

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After closing the last document, Queletta twisted his stiff neck a few times.

Although she has now learned to write with her left hand after losing her right arm, even though it has been more than three years, her handwriting can only be considered "understandable" at best, and she writes more because she does not have a supporting hand. , the shoulders and neck will also be extremely stiff.

"Infertia!" she called loudly to her adjutant, "prepare me a cup of coffee!"

After a while, the silent Infertia entered the office with a cup of strong coffee and gently placed the coffee on the table.

"Lord Orderly Officer, you need to rest."

Infertia's tone was a little stiff, just like Queletta when she first joined the army.

"At this time, I would rather you call me mother."

Queletta picked up the coffee with one hand, brought it to her mouth and drank it in one gulp - it seemed that the corners of her mouth twitched twice because the strong coffee was too bitter.

"Business is business." Inphtia said calmly, "It seems that you are not ready to finish your work."

"Unfortunately, the next part is no longer business." Quelleta put down the cup, "Have you summarized the drafts of those Zaun people?"

"Yes." Inphtia took out a document from the package she carried with her and placed it in front of Quelleta, "The other party has many cooperation requirements, and they are also very messy..."

"These red ones are related to military supplies, right?" Quelleta's eyes fell on the highlighted ones, "It seems that these Zaun people may be useful."

"They are still sincere." Inphtia replied, "But if I may be frank, this sincerity may not be reliable in front of the Noxian army."

"That's their business." Quelleta's tone was indifferent, "We are not looking for an ally who can help each other, but a supplier who can provide us with supplies. Even if they change their minds when we change our flag, we at least get enough supplies."

"If we don't need to establish a solid cooperation and just keep the intention, then maybe the negotiations can go much more smoothly."

"Wait, what's going on with this part?" Quelleta compared the cooperation draft provided by Ino one by one, and soon found a special clause, "Transporter clause... Those Zaun people can transport supplies through the sea rats in Bilgewater?"

Kalya's small class·The destruction of alchemical poison gas:

Due to the lack of necessary technical guidance and preliminary experiments, alchemical poison gas not only killed a large number of Ionian soldiers and civilians in the Ionian War, but also caused considerable damage to Noxian soldiers.

Poison gas has no eyes.