I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 34: Warrant Officer John's acting skills are unparalleled!

Sending it is a joke. If they actually sent it over, given the interrogation department's track record, those unlucky guys would probably become spies themselves.

This batch of gold will also be confiscated directly; you'll be lucky to get a verbal compliment.

But what if I were to give it to Prison Chief? As your prison chief, if I had money, would I mistreat you subordinates?

Wendy, you idiot, how can you not understand the situation?!

Seeing Wendy interrupt and cause trouble, John's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. But before he could tell Wendy to shut up, her next words instantly woke him up:

"Also, Captain, this batch of gold is far too valuable. It doesn't seem like something an ordinary caravan could produce. They're trying to deceive you, Captain. Please don't be fooled!"

Upon hearing this, John, who had been blinded by money, instantly regained his senses and fell into deep thought.

Indeed, this batch of goods adds up to at least 50 dollars, which is equivalent to nearly 84 years of my salary.

How could a caravan be so rich?

Even if the other party is a nobleman, they shouldn't have such a wealthy family background.

In addition, the storyline depicts the Allied forces continuously supplying the front lines.

And the other party's previous statement about going to the Kingdom of Victoria.

Therefore, after comprehensive analysis, there is probably only one most reasonable explanation.

That is, these people really are members of the Allied forces!
This batch of gold is not the property of any merchant; it is very likely that it is the military expenditure of the Allied forces!

After reaching this conclusion in his mind, John's initial excitement about acquiring ill-gotten gains vanished instantly.

Instead, tension and hesitation arose.

If it were ordinary property, then even if he took some risks, he could still rob it.

After all, none of the merchants in the kingdom were any good; every commoner wanted to hang these unscrupulous merchants from the streetlights.

However, if this funding involves the Allied forces, then for John, it would not be a side hustle, but rather a hot potato.

If he really did inadvertently intercept Allied military funds, then even a fool would know that the Allies would definitely investigate thoroughly.

And once the investigation reaches him, he will likely be completely blacklisted.

He himself probably has no chance of changing jobs at all.

If we don't release them, we'll offend the Allies.

If they release them, the supervisory forces will find it difficult to justify their actions.

Damn it, now we're in a fucking dead end!

Hmm? Wait a minute, if I don't release him or report him, but instead capture him, wouldn't that solve the problem?
If this guy who calls himself Reddick is really an Allied agent, then after discovering that the military funds were not delivered on time, the Allies would definitely send someone to try to contact him, right?
At that time, I can use this idiotic channel to return the military funds and at the same time make a request to contact the Allied high command.

Thus, he could officially complete his job-hopping plan. If it turned out later that the other party was not actually an Allied agent, but a genuine unscrupulous merchant from the kingdom, then he could legitimately seize the funds that these vampires had obtained by exploiting the common people, thereby accomplishing a righteous act of benefiting society!
This is clearly the perfect plan ever!
Genius! I'm a genius for coming up with such a perfect plan so quickly!
Thinking of this, John's tension vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and joy.

He then looked at Wendy, who was frowning, and for the first time he felt that having a stupid subordinate like Wendy was actually not so bad sometimes.

When it's time to really run away, I should notify her in advance and take her with me.

To avoid this idiot being held accountable by the empire and ending up in a miserable state of jail.

Sure enough, meeting you, Wendy, is a blessing you've earned in eight lifetimes.

Besides myself, who else in this world could treat you so well?

You idiot, you'd better remember this well and swear to serve this warrant officer to the death!

Thinking of this, John couldn't help but smile gently, then looked at Wendy with admiration and said:

“Indeed, I also noticed that there are some problems with this caravan, which is why I deliberately said those words just now, in order to test your reaction, Sergeant Wendy.”

"I thought you would remain silent, but your performance this time has truly made me very pleased."

"It is essential to maintain appropriate questioning and to promptly remind superiors when they act inappropriately, and to inquire about the details."

"Compared to when you impulsively questioned me before, Sergeant Wendy, you have indeed grown a lot, and I am very pleased!"

So Captain John was testing me on purpose!

No wonder he acted so strangely just now.

I knew it; how could the brilliant Captain John be deceived by such a simple lie?

However, the captain's acting was far too convincing; his performance made it seem as if he were truly obsessed with money.

As expected of Captain John, he's absolutely amazing!
Upon hearing this, Wendy suddenly understood, and immediately felt an unprecedented sense of pride and joy. She then puffed out her chest and declared:
"It's nothing. I'm still far behind you, Captain. It's all thanks to your excellent guidance. I will continue to work hard to learn from you!"

"Good job, good job, keep it up, Sergeant Wendy. I look forward to your future performances."

John fed the silly girl a bowl of chicken soup as usual, then turned to look at Dick, who was sweating profusely, and gave his 'ally' a friendly smile:

“Mr. Reddick, right? I’ll assume your real name is Reddick. I’d like to thank you for helping me with the test of my subordinates.

"Secondly, I have some guesses about your identity, but they are just guesses. I will not do anything excessive to you until they are confirmed."

"Furthermore, for your safety, I think it would be best if you and your caravan traveled to Bahamut under our protection. At that time, your identity and safety can be verified and guaranteed. Isn't that a very good suggestion?"

"Of course, once your identity has been truly verified, I will grant you your freedom at an appropriate time. I can swear to you on this in the name of the Maslow family."

"So please rest assured, I, John Maslow, will do my best to protect your personal safety and that of the rest of the 'caravan'. What do you think?"

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(End of this chapter)