People in Xingtie are good at hugging thighs

"Come on! Bronya."

Mercer patted his thigh as Bronya walked back into the office, looking expectant.

But faced with Mercer's invitation, Bronya, who had just been speaking in a defensive manner, now reacted a little awkwardly.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Moser asked again after noticing something unusual.

"No, nothing happened!"

Hearing this, Bronya shook her head, then slowly paced and sat down on Mercer's lap again.

Moreover, as if she was afraid that Mercer would continue to ask questions, Bronya rubbed hard into Mercer's arms.

Mercer: "Gudong..."

Sniffing the snow lotus-like body fragrance of Bronya in his arms, Moser swallowed hard, his mind racing, and he couldn't help but become distracted.

"Masaka, Bronya, you don't want to... ahem, I mean, this isn't the right place! How about we wait until we get home and then..."

bang~

Another ruthless iron fist fell. Dr. Mercer's treatment was very effective. Bronya's mood returned to normal at an unexpected speed.

"Just stand up and work!"

Bronya kicked Mercer away in anger and threw away the scribbles Mercer had left on her desk. She said she had had enough.

Can't you just show him a little bit of good face? Otherwise, he will become so arrogant that he will take off in a minute.

No wonder even though my mother had high hopes for Moser, she never treated him kindly!

It seems that I still need to learn the tricks of this from Ms. Ester!

After quietly finalizing her next study plan, Bronya turned her head again to look at Mercer who was squatting and spinning beside her.

"Mercer!" Bronya's voice was cold and full of majesty.

"If you really have nothing to do, go see Jeppard! He seems to be in some trouble recently."

"what?"

Hearing this, listening to Bronya's words, Mercer slowly opened his mouth. He really couldn't imagine that with his boss's strong will, he would still encounter troubles one day.

I remember the last time Jeppard hesitated, it seemed to be the last time!

"What? Go quickly!"

Giving Mercer a hard look, Bronya urged unhappily.

"Oh~ ok, I'll go right away!"

With a helpless sigh, Moser stood up from the ground reluctantly.

There is no way, after all, his wife has spoken, and the target is the boss who has always protected him.

What else can he do? Just go to work honestly!

"Wait..." Just as Mercer was about to walk out of the office, Bronya suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Mercer stretched out his hand to open the crack of the door of the Great Guardian's office, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

"What's wrong? My Queen!"

"Remember to go home on time for dinner tonight!" With a slightly red face, Bronya's commanding tone left no room for refusal.

"Ah?" There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and Moser seemed to suddenly realize something.

Seeing this, she threw a bucket of instant noodles at Mercer, and then Bronya quickly buried her red cheeks in the documents.

"What? Get out of here!"

"okay!"

Hearing this, Mercer immediately nodded in agreement, and then gently closed the door for Bronya.

Holding the instant noodles thrown by Bronya, Mercer walked away happily.

......

After a moment, he rushed all the way

soon!

Mercer came to the Iron Guard front line where Jeppard was...well, to be precise, it should be the new Iron Guard defense line which is one thousand square kilometers away from the original Iron Guard front line.

Looking around, in the midst of the wind and snow, there is only a majestic city covered in black standing there.

Indestructible; this was the first impression that this city gave Mercer.

He exerted a little force with his feet and jumped down into the city wall.

It seemed that because the Beloberg Sun Festival was approaching, there were not many people here. Only a few old soldiers who used to go fishing with Mercer were lying around here in a mess.

Although these people were playing badly, their vigilance was unexpectedly high. They noticed the arrival of the outsider almost as soon as Mercer landed. (Although Mercer did not deliberately cover his footsteps.)

"Hey, isn't this our Deputy Commander Mercer? When did you come back?"

Wiping his eyes in disbelief, Olev, the former battalion commander of the Snow Mole Battalion (the Snow Mole Battalion was destroyed by someone) and current director of the logistics department of the Silver Mane Iron Guard, greeted Mercer loudly.

"Haha, your reaction is still so quick."

Recalling the taste in his memory, he casually took out a few boxes of Flame Vodka and threw them to a few people. Then, Moser walked up to these old soldiers and inquired for information.

"I heard that my boss got into trouble recently?"

Dun, dun, dun...Gah~cough, cough...hiccup

"Wow! This alcohol is really strong!"

He exhaled a breath of alcohol with a flushed face, and smacked his lips a few times as if savoring the taste. Hearing this, Olev belatedly realized and turned back to look at Mercer.

"Hmm? Did you ask anything just now?"

Mercer: "......"

After Mercer, with a speechless look on his face, prepared a few plates of snacks for the people in front of him, Orev and his companions smiled and told Mercer the whole cause and effect of the incident.

"Trouble? That's not the case."

"It's just that we all feel that Lord Jeppard has been talking nonsense lately. He keeps muttering things all day long, such as: What on earth are we fighting for? What is the will of Beloberg? The glory of the Landau family, etc..."

Mercer: “???”

"what?"

Listening to the conversations of several people, Moser suddenly widened his eyes as if he had thought of something outrageous.

"Will, Glory...Masaka? Jeppard wouldn't have evolved to the stage of true intention condensation just yet!"

Something is wrong, very wrong, extremely wrong!

I? I can't accept this cruel fact at all~