"Vincent's old patriarch is currently taking his family out hunting in old Hagelberry's hunting grounds," Link said with a laugh.
As Northerners, everyone knows how difficult it is to hunt in the dead of winter; the elk hide in the woods, and all animals large and small take cover. Hunting in this weather? Drinking the north-west wind in knee-deep snow in the woods?
Constantine laughed as well: "You see, the world is never short of clever people."
After speaking, the old Marshal pressed his cigarette butt into the metal ashtray beside him, then walked towards his rocking chair: "Link, I'm going to take a nap. Unless Malin comes for me, I don't want to see anyone. Also, no unit on the front may move a single man or fire a single shot without my orders..." the old man paused here.
Just when Link thought he was going to let those soldiers who wanted to help Lord Malin escape, he heard his superior's addition.
