Reinhardt looked at Bonnie with admiration without speaking. This woman had enough wisdom to amaze him. Her temperant and beauty were flawless, her only flaw being a bit too strong-willed.
Seeing Reinhardt silent for a long ti, Bonnie raised her eyebrows and made a threatening expression. She was very curious about who this person Reinhardt was praising could be.
Seeing Bonnie’s cute expression, Reinhardt laughed out loud: "He is a new recruit in the army, his na is Zhang Yuan, you have t him."
"Zhang Yuan? I have t?" Bonnie’s confused expression made Reinhardt even happier. Only when communicating with this woman, who had grown up with him since childhood, could he be so relaxed. Both of them knew what each other liked, enjoyed, what made each other happy, how to tease each other, and how to cooperate seamlessly.
"Yes! You’ve t him." Reinhardt coaxed: "The chanic from Holy Knight Company."
Bonnie’s expression beca a bit peculiar; she looked at Reinhardt with distrustful side-eyes: "You an that..."
"Hahaha, exactly, that fat, pale guy!" With Reinhardt’s loud laughter, a magazine flew over unceremoniously. He hurriedly ducked to avoid it and said to the furious Bonnie: "What’s wrong? You have to admit, that guy is indeed a genius. And he is definitely the best among the fat guys I’ve ever t." He shrugged mischievously: "See, I wasn’t wrong."
Bonnie bit her lip and turned her face away, refusing to look at him, appearing very angry. Reinhardt leisurely said: "As far as I know, he didn’t want to join the cha research departnt of the Mythical Army at all." He tutted twice and continued: "If it wasn’t for your irresistible charm, this civilian genius chanic might have completely missed us. Our Bonnie is just too beautiful..."
Reinhardt sneaked a glance at Bonnie, who couldn’t help but look like she was about to laugh. He said seriously: "So, I must credit you. Tell , what reward do you want?"
Bonnie tried hard to bite her lip but couldn’t hold her face any longer and burst out laughing. She glared fiercely at Reinhardt, spread out her hand, and said: "So... General, please personally bring that magazine and put it in my hand. Also, warn that fatty, if he dares to upset , I’ll make him even fatter than he is now."
Reinhardt smiled, picked up the magazine, walked over, and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, Bonnie, I can’t say that to him. A fair lady is what a gentleman seeks. I can’t say sothing that ruins the mood. Maybe, over ti, you’ll slowly discover his rits."
Bonnie snatched the magazine and began flipping through it without lifting her head: "I hate fat guys."
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The Gazalin Palace was brightly lit, but in Emperor Jas’s study, only an antique wall lamp was on, making the whole room look dim. Jas sat in a heavy mahogany imperial chair, leaning against a Trista velvet cushion. He was of dium height, slim build, his facial contours were chiseled and rugged, thick black eyebrows, and sharp, spirited eyes. Having held supre power for nearly thirty years, Jas had developed an imposing presence. Everyone who t him would instinctively feel a sense of awe, not only because of his status but more out of reverence for the man himself.
Everyone who t Jas had a feeling that the man in front of them, even if he were not the Emperor of the Empire, would still be high above, looking down on everyone. No reason, he was just that kind of person.
At present, the Emperor was intently watching the strategic situation map of Galileo on the virtual screen. After a long ti, he finally sighed lightly and asked the elderly scholar standing by: "Mr. Philip, I want to hear your opinion."
Philip bowed slightly and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I don’t understand this ga."
Jas raised his thick eyebrows and turned his head curiously: "Oh?" After a mont of silence, he stood up with his hands behind his back, took a few steps, and sighed: "Even you don’t understand it. Russell, what is this bastard trying to do now?"
Philip bowed and said: "Russell is good at unconventional strategies, his attack thods are varied, but this ti he has been consistently steady on the ground battlefield of Lucerne. Combining external pressure from the Western Hemisphere and internal expansion of Elephant Mountain, he continually advances troops and equipnt, with strong logistical support, step by step compressing our controlled area. This is very different from his usual strategic thinking. I suspect he has a trump card."
Jas nodded: "That’s what worries the most. Russell would never be this simple. He has too much combat experience and knows Gazalin Empire too well." He turned his head to stare at Philip: "This person makes lose sleep the most."
Philip was one of the few people in the Empire who could remain calm under Jas’s intense gaze. After a mont of silence, he nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty. Strategically and tactically, there is no one in Gazalin Empire who can match him, including everyone in the Military Departnt, myself, and Reinhardt." He paused and then continued: "Perhaps, not even Liebgoet."
"Oh?" Jas’s eyes lit up: "You think so?"
Philip nodded with his hands lowered: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Jas said coldly: "Explain your reasoning."
Philip looked up into Jas’s eyes: "Liebgoet is definitely a great military strategist and an excellent chess player. If he were commanding the Naga Federation’s army in this war, Russell wouldn’t have any advantage, but now..."
Jas waved his hand: "You don’t need to say more, I’ll say it for you!" He strode towards the Gazalin Empire Star Domain Map on the wall and said coldly: "Liebgoet is a good coach, but he leads a team he is not familiar with. He cannot fully know the enemy or himself, starting off at a disadvantage. If Russell doesn’t make mistakes, even with Gazalin’s current military strength, it will be very difficult for a renowned general like Liebgoet to win this war. In this ga, he needs an assistant who can fully master the team, and clearly, Stephen is not capable of that!"
Jas turned his head and stared hard at the silent Philip, his voice icy: "Your analysis makes so sense, but do you think appointing George to the Military Departnt will solve the problem?" Seeing Philip remained silent, he snorted coldly and continued: "You are George’s ntor, just as Liebgoet is Stephen’s teacher. If Stephen were to assist you and you had to prepare the way for him, would you be happy?"
Philip lowered his head in trembling fear. From his first words, he knew that his thoughts could not be hidden from Jas, and he never intended to. Being transparent to the Emperor was a very safe approach. Occasionally playing a small trick in front of Jas to make him show so anger or a slight smile was the sure way to remain in the Emperor’s study. If one day, Jas found that he could no longer see through him, then his days would be over. This tiger-like Emperor would never allow a second Russell to appear before him.
Jas looked at the flustered Philip and smiled slightly: "I don’t an to bla you. After all, you are also doing it for George, and your analysis is indeed reasonable." He walked to his desk and sat down, tapping the table with his finger slowly: "Perhaps, given a little more ti, Liebgoet won’t be easily suppressed by Russell. What he needs is just ti."
Philip stood with his hands down, thinking: "Ti? With your temperant, after watching that tape, how much more ti will you give Liebgoet in this situation?"
Thinking of that tape, which never ntioned Liebgoet, and of Russell’s calm face, Philip felt a chill.
"Russell, since when did you learn to use such insidious tricks?"
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