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Breyer's gaze deepened, as if he could penetrate the fog of the future.

“I have a strong premonition that within ten years, we will inevitably face an unprecedented national war.

At that time, if our army is still so corrupt, how can we protect this land and its people?”

Hearing this, Reyn's face showed an expression of disbelief.

He widened his eyes, looking at his teacher in shock, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

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Breyer has always been a visionary general, but his words still shocked Reyn.

“Teacher, are you—are you serious?” Reyn's voice trembled slightly, “Will a large-scale national war really break out within ten years?”

Breyer nodded, saying with certainty: “Yes, I am absolutely certain.

Therefore, we must prepare now, clear the filth in the army as soon as possible, and improve the army's combat effectiveness.

Only in this way can we be invincible in future wars.”

Reyn nodded heavily, his brow furrowed with deep concern about the current corruption in the empire.

“Teacher, I understand your teachings, and I will act cautiously.” His words revealed a firm determination.

Inside the study next to the Crown Prince's office at the Northwest Branch Headquarters of the Imperial Bank in Fulga City.

In the dim light, Jean Lerang was buried in a mountain of documents.

He was carefully reviewing the material supply records of various legions over the past few years, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a document.

It was a record from Holy Prague Calendar 321, showing that Morpheus, a chiliarch stationed in a certain area of the Fourth Legion, had attempted to allocate grain supplies from other places.

However, this report was rejected by the legion commander of the Fourth Legion before it was sent back to the Imperial Capital.

This report, for Jean Lerang, was originally a secret that should not have been known to outsiders.

But Morpheus's meticulousness and Jean Lerang's keenness brought this work diary hidden in the account books and files to the surface.

Although the diary had no specific content, only the date and the title of the report, it revealed a hint of abnormality.

“This military report seems ordinary, but in fact it hides a mystery.” Jean Lerang muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as if trying to unravel the mystery.

Generally speaking, the grain supply for local garrisons is mostly resolved locally.

Only when the scale is too large will they consider purchasing supplies from other places.

Morpheus only led a chiliarchy, so in theory, there was no need to purchase from outside.

This undoubtedly increased the suspicion surrounding this military report.

“Why would Morpheus make such a request?” Jean Lerang fell into deep thought, feeling that there might be a bigger secret hidden behind it.

This seemingly ordinary military report may only be the tip of the iceberg.

He decided to investigate further and uncover more of the truth.

In this silent night, the lights in Jean Lerang's office were brightly lit.

He knew that he might be standing at a critical juncture in revealing the empire's corruption, and this military report might be the breakthrough he needed.

How did Morpheus die?”

“It is said that he died unfortunately during a bandit suppression process.” Jean Lerang replied.

Soren pondered for a moment, then said decisively: “This matter is not simple.

Leave Kaduson's matter to Dufay, and you go all out to investigate Morpheus's matter.

I want to know the truth.”

“Yes!” Jean Lerang responded and left.

A week passed, and Jean Lerang buried himself in the account books of various legions, but to no avail.

He and Soren both knew that there must be a problem, but without evidence, all efforts seemed futile.

Therefore, he decided to start with the people around Morpheus.

However, the results of the investigation shocked him.

The people who followed Morpheus back then, including his servants, the local garrison, and even his adjutant and centurion, had all sacrificed themselves.

Moreover, their causes of death were surprisingly consistent—they all died during bandit suppression.

Jean Lerang felt unprecedented resistance.

This resistance was even stronger than what he encountered when investigating the legion's material account books.

When he tried to check the account books of other legions, he received the full cooperation of the Ministry of Military Affairs and major legions, but when he tried to understand Morpheus's affairs in depth, someone always secretly obstructed him.

He found some old people from that time to inquire about Morpheus's situation, but found that their words were evasive and avoided the important points.

What made him even more uneasy was that he had clearly seen the military reports and notes left by Morpheus during his tenure before—all the files had been burned.

Faced with this series of strange events, Jean Lerang felt unprecedented pressure and challenge.

At the same time, Jean Lerang also knew that he was gradually approaching the truth, but this truth seemed to be more complicated and dangerous than imagined.

In Soren's spacious and solemn study, a huge picture hung on the wall, with intricate lines connecting more than twenty names, forming a vast network.

Hilton stared at this picture, only feeling his scalp tingle, and a sense of inexplicable oppression surged in his heart.

The name at the very top was impressively Baffi, the majestic and mysterious figure in the army.

Below his name, Anka's name followed closely, and there seemed to be some unfathomable connection between the two.

Surprisingly, except for Baffi's recently deceased youngest son, almost no other lines were directly connected to Baffi, as if he was unique and detached from the entire network.

Hilton's gaze wandered through the picture, and suddenly stopped on a striking name—Kaduson.

This suspicious figure in the army today had actually served under Anka, which inevitably raised more questions about his identity and motives.

Kaduson's name was connected to a large string of characters in the picture, including the two Bajos who had quarreled with him last time.

These lines were intricate, as if hinting at the various conspiracies and entanglements hidden behind them.