Chapter 786

“Well,” Woods explained, “Things haven’t been exactly peaceful at the border lately. Those b******s have been testing the waters repeatedly, and they’ve been getting increasingly brazen with their attempts.”

“However, they dare not go too far because they’re afraid of you. But if you were to attend Paul Hunt’s funeral and they were to learn that you weren’t at the border, they would definitely put together a much larger assault.”

Zeke was rather dismayed by this turn of events. “If that’s the case, it looks like I really can’t attend the funeral.”

“Forget it. Tell the old man the Alpha suicide squad has nearly reassembled. When the time comes, we’ll charge into the enemy’s stronghold and launch an attack.”

“Haha!” Woods laughed, “I hope you keep your word, Great Marshal. I’ve been recording the entire call.”

The corners of Zeke’s mouth twitched. “You’ve been getting increasingly crafty of late, haven’t you?”

“Why don’t you consider joining our Alpha suicide squad? When the time comes, I’ll even teach you how to brew the Alpha wine we always have before a mission.”

“Do you really mean that Williams?” Woods asked in a voice choked with emotion.

“Haha! To be frank, I’ve grown tired of this desk job. I’ve wanted to operate out on the field and fight the bad guys like you for a long time now. You’ve got to put in a good word for me with the colonel and convince him to transfer me to your squad.”

Zeke wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry. “I was just joking around with you! Don’t take it too seriously!”

Zeke wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry. “I was just joking around with you! Don’t take it too seriously!”

“A true man keeps his word,” Woods protested, “How could you joke around like that?”

“I don’t care! I want to join your squad.”

“Nonsense, it’s too dangerous,” Zeke objected.

“Let me ask you this. If you were to follow me on missions, how many enemies can you kill? Ten, twenty, thirty, forty or maybe fifty?”

“On the other hand, you’re able to strategically deploy troops and influence the outcomes of battles in your current position. You would be saving tens of thousands of soldiers, maybe even more.”

“Now, you tell me. Whose role is more important?”

“Alright! Alright!” Woods sighed, “Enough with the lecture on politics. The colonel has already given me way too many lessons on the topic.”

“You can just tell me I’m too weak to join your team to my face. Hmph, you’re a terrible sport.

Goodbye.”

Zeke was dumbfounded.

You little rascal! You’ve already landed yourself such a high position in the military. How are you still prone to throwing these petty tantrums?

“Thank god you didn’t allow Woods to tag along with us,” Sole Wolf chuckled, “Otherwise, he’ll be hounding me all day to settle our debt.”

“Oh?” Zeke asked, “And what exactly do you owe him?”

“Ugh,” Sole Wolf sighed, “I boasted to him that I would get him a jar of Alpha wine brewed by you the other time. There isn’t even enough for me! How could I possibly give him any?”

“The reason it was so difficult to brew Alpha wine in the past was the fact that a Rhodiola rosea needed to be added for every ten jars brewed,” Zeke reminisced.

“But recently, I’ve found an herb plantation that’s filled with Rhodiola rosea. This time, I’ll make enough to go around.”

Sole Wolf’s was almost drooling after hearing what Zeke had said. “Haha! I’m going to down ten jars in one go.”

Stretching his back, Zeke instructed, “Alright, let’s go to East Skuld to attend Paul’s funeral. Even if I can’t turn up, I can at least gift a banner commending him for his heroics.”

When news broke out that the Great Marshal had bestowed Paul Hunt a banner during his funeral, a huge commotion erupted within the entire city.

Just like they were during Master Williams’ battles, the streets of Rivermouth were emptied once again.

Nearly the entire city had come down to Paul Hunt’s funeral to admire the words the Great Marshal had written in his honor.

Although they knew they wouldn’t be able to see the Great Marshal, they were more than happy to simply admire something he had written.

When the military handed Shannon a banner with the words ‘National Treasure’ written on it, the woman immediately burst into tears.

Grandpa, you can rest in peace now. Your death has not been in vain.