Chapter 861: Section 571: Conflict (Part Two)
"Marshal Sergei, welcome back from your leave." The guard at the entrance opened the gate for Sergei, and once again, the door of the military staff headquarters opened for him. The middle-aged man who had just completed the identification check smiled.
"I’m back," he said, while offering a cigarette to the guards.
The guards accepted the cigarettes with big grins, and the atmosphere immediately became more relaxed.
See, Marshal Sergei is still the same old Sergei, and these guards are surely the same old guards.
Having lit a cigarette and inquired about recent events, Sergei, reassured that the current situation on the battlefront was not bad, bid farewell to the guards and entered the great hall.
Unbuckling the gun holster from his waist, he handed it to a guard who approached him. Sergei noticed his unfamiliar face: "Soldier, you are..."
"Fabian Doron, the new weapon custodian." An older female civilian officer at the counter said with a smile, "Your Excellency Marshal, the little mishap didn’t make you lower your guard, I see."
"Ah, my dear Madam Lillian, if you had experienced having a friend fall on top of your carriage, you would be as cautious as I am," Sergei replied with a smile before handing over the dagger still in its sheath to the young soldier: "Fabian? Nice name, do your job well."
"Yes, Marshal Sergei, your equipment will be stored in locker number 17. Here is your key." The young custodian handed Sergei a key, then took the Marshal’s gear towards the storage lockers.