"Captain, the main forces have begun to enter the city for rest gradually,"
the young officer wearing the blue uniform of the Rockville Mercenary Corps pushed open the tightly closed door and looked at the elderly man with gray-white beard sitting on the sofa in the hall, resting slightly. He said softly, "If most people enter the city, will the camp outside the city seem empty?"
At the young officer's words, the elderly man slightly opened his eyes, glanced at the young officer, and said in a calm voice, "Let the Third Battalion stay outside the city. Have them arrange shifts for rest themselves, and issue additional garrison allowances."
"Yes." The young officer nodded and exited the office.
The elderly man sitting on the sofa watched him leave, then slowly closed his eyes again.
After a brief pause, he seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and walked towards a concealed small door on the other side.
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Storage Room
