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Although the alliance formed by integrating and joining the original independent principalities and old federal ministries, it has reached a state that can rival the empire in terms of size.

However, the clay figurines temporarily gathered together for various reasons will become scattered again due to the passage of time and changes in the environment.

This is the question most worth thinking about.

And I don’t know why, Kalinin always seemed to avoid the questions raised by Dimitri, which made me, who was quietly eavesdropping on the side, a little unfinished.

"...The research conducted shows that it is still difficult to carry larger caliber artillery or shoot across energy levels."

"Is this the conclusion given by the Agency's last daily report?"

"Sadly, yes."

Now they have begun to discuss the rationality of installing cannons on small ships. The current pressure from the empire is really huge. For the empire with a huge naval advantage, the last general explanation given by the alliance was-Nebula-class attack battlecruiser.

This is an example of how small boats can be equipped with cannons, and it is also the beginning of the alliance going astray...

"Then it's almost time. Dinner has been arranged for you two. Shall I take you two to dinner first?"

"Dudi!"

Almost at the same time as Dimitri stood up and spoke, his terminal also rang.

There was nothing noteworthy originally, but this guy's expression changed after seeing the contents.

Even when he finally left for a while, he was not in such a state. It seemed that it was not a good thing for him.

"Hug, sorry, I..."

Kalinin didn't waste any more time, he just nodded and waved his hand, nodding towards the door.

Although I would like to say that it may still be a bit too sensitive, the timing is also a bit too coincidental.

"I'm sorry, my assistant will take care of the two of you for dinner next, so I'll take my leave now!"

After leaving in a slight hurry, the guard holding the door did not close the door of the room smoothly, but kept looking at us, as if...

I can’t say, I always feel weird here, whether it’s Kalinin’s reaction, Dimitri’s reaction, or the feeling the guard in front of me gives me now.

It seemed to be urging us to leave as soon as possible.

"It's not that simple..."

"Ah."

Kalinin nodded towards me, as if to verify my guess.

"Let's go, I'll take you two to enjoy dinner."

Perhaps because we didn't respond after waiting for a long time, a middle-aged man wearing an army officer's uniform but without a military rank came to the door, bowed slightly to us and said.

Surveillance?

Rather than sending him to take care of us, it's more of a surveillance.

But why?

It was obviously Kalinin who arranged the reception, and he was so familiar with it, but in the end he gave me this feeling?

But that’s it for now, let’s eat first.

The Army walked in front of us, and it turned out that they were just leading the way in a generous manner, and did not act like surveillance or warning.

There didn't seem to be anyone else secretly following us along the way. In other words, it seemed like the two of us could leave at any time if we wanted.

Am I really worrying too much? Is this the way people here treat guests?

But why the Army?

The facilities of the navy, and why as a navy officer, the army is always with him.

Also, under what circumstances can he not wear his military rank?

It’s not like I was wearing someone else’s clothes last time, right?

Suspicious, it's still quite suspicious no matter what.

Covered bridge, why is there a covered bridge under the ground...snow?

Is it snowing outside?

Are we no longer underground?

To my right is an extra-long viewing window made entirely of transparent materials. Although the sky outside the window is dark, the snowy scene like densely fluttering silk threads is still very shocking.

I've never seen a blizzard like this, but unfortunately my old terminal doesn't seem to be able to capture the beauty I want.

If we had arrived here later, it seemed impossible to complete the landing as easily as just now.

In the dark night in the distance, a huge object flashing dangerous red lights could be vaguely seen standing on the mountain through the wind and snow. It was a giant air warning radar equipped on the ground.

Of course, this is a giant creation that monitors the "airspace" beyond low-Earth orbit, and is also an important reason why the fleet is unwilling to approach major planetary areas.

An important part of the low-Earth orbit defense system, a giant turret that can access planetary ground energy for firing is naturally more threatening than any flagship weapon.

"Squeak~!"

The covered bridge is not very long, and before I could finish my thoughts, I had reached the other end. There were two doors made of wood with unique patterns, and a rotating fan blowing out warm air.

The decoration level in this half of the building suddenly seemed to become more luxurious. Compared with the same gray discipline style before, the area in front of me seemed more like the entertainment venues of the last century seen in the movie.

No, it may not reach that level, but it can be considered as comparable to the feeling of hotels in some cities.     Sense of disharmony.

Strange, but the source of this sudden strange feeling does not seem to be the sudden appearance of such a decorated area. This kind of place for entertaining embedded in the main building is very common in old-fashioned building complexes.

But why?

Is it the bar that I just walked past, or a dining place with no other people around, or a few closed private rooms?

What is it that gives me this strange feeling?

"What, is something wrong?"

Kalinin, who noticed something strange about me, approached me gently and lowered his voice to communicate with me in a low voice.

"No, it's nothing. Maybe it's my imagination. I always feel something is weird."

After listening to my answer, Kalinin remained silent. Perhaps he was also expecting me to find something.

"Two distinguished guests, please come in."

The man in Army uniform stopped suddenly and motioned for us to enter the front room.

Wait, Army?

I was still curious before, why it was an Army uniform, but now I remember that what caused a riot in the school last time seemed to be the power armor used only by the Army.

Moreover, the source of the leak is from the local mirror, and coupled with this strange situation at the moment, is there any connection between the two?

In the neo-Wende style decoration, you should sit on the floor, and the tableware for serving food is already neatly placed on the low table.

From my angle, I couldn't clearly see what was on the plate. I could only judge from the quantity and size that it seemed quite rich.

There is always an illusion of the last supper. They would not use such despicable means as poisoning to deal with us.

"The wine will be delivered shortly. Please enjoy the meal first."

Kalinin walked in frankly. The army on the side saw my delay in taking action and urged me again.

Well, since this old dog is so calm, let's die together, at least we won't be so lonely...

"Don't worry, if we disappear inexplicably, quite a few people will come here to cause trouble."

As if he saw what I was thinking, Kalinin pushed a plate of pickled fatty meat on the table in front of me and said with a chuckle.

"At least you have seen that it is impossible for a person who can be said to be extremely smooth. It should be said that he does not bother to use such simple and inferior methods. Wouldn't it make him look cheap?"

He was talking about Dimitri, which I didn't find very convincing.

"Try it, pork marinated with local specialty spices, and it's not industrial pork grown using stem cells in a breeding factory."

"The dishes on this table can be considered to be on the table."

If it were me, I would use the first means to achieve the goal. Although this method may be inferior and direct, it is obvious that if it is really to bring us down from the beginning...

Well, that's right, then he obviously has other ways to avoid delaying until now and slowly tampering with the food.

Maybe he was really worried about someone coming to cause trouble.

Although I have figured out some logic, the plate of fat meat pushed over by Kalinin really makes it difficult for me to start...

This thing is obviously raw, right?

It's obviously just a piece of white lard, coated with gray-green grass juice and topped with some sauce. It looks unusually ghostly.

Is it really edible?

I should have blinked my big confused eyes and watched him eat it first.

"No, I can't stand this. I'm losing weight recently."

But I didn't expect that my mouth was still faster than my brain, so I subconsciously refused.

"Really? What a pity. This dish is the most representative thing here."

Indeed, the local specialty spice-marinated fatty meat is in line with local tastes and can provide a huge amount of fat and energy in a cold environment.

In fact, I should have tasted it a little bit, at least if it was just a little bit and soaked with the sauce outside, I probably wouldn't be tired of it.

For the time being, it’s better to dip a spoon into the sauce and taste it, but this color is really rare and gives people the wrong impression of industrial waste...

"Uh-huh!"

This stuff is bitter and spicy, and I generally don't comment explicitly negatively on something unless I'm absolutely disgusted by it.

This thing obviously tastes awful, and having to use it with something so greasy makes me feel sick just thinking about it!

"vomit!"

"Haha, how are you? Have you experienced the enthusiasm here?"

As if he was happy to see me eat, Kalinin happily stuffed the pudding from the spoon into his mouth.

“If the passion you’re talking about is this spice that has a weird taste and color, then I think I’ve experienced it.”

"What I'm trying to say is that you're mistaken. These things seep into the meat and add another flavor. You should just taste the fat, not the sauce."

An unknown sense of conspiracy emerged, and I pushed this specialty back in front of him.

"Come on, I don't want to fall into the same pit twice..."