Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"No problem." The assistant flipped over the sandbag, slung the rifle on his back, and then grabbed the fixed rope, sliding down directly from the Bell Tower.

Below the Bell Tower, there was a platoon of soldiers responsible for guarding the estate gate. Hearing that the assistant had a message for Commissar Tuojin, the platoon leader dispatched a squad to follow the assistant out of the city.

As soon as Malin stepped out of the transport channel, he saw Tuojin, the young man gathered around a large campfire listening to his own commissar tell stories, with the soldiers below seemingly enraptured.

And Malin’s appearance also caught the attention of this young man, who ran over: "Sir, isn’t Lady Lulu with you?"

"I sent her to the National Church to inquire about news," Malin said, shaking his head, "The National Church is really strange, having so many branches within one church that don’t get along with each other, yet they haven’t disbanded. It is truly a curiosity."

"Sir, not just you, even us locals don’t understand it," the commissar of the 13th Regiment came over, before the battlefield front, he perfectly executed the behavior of not saluting a superior officer: "Sir, Commissar Sanders Laurence reporting to you."

"Welcome back, Commissar Sanders, how does it feel to be back home?"

"Good, very cold. I’ve become a bit used to the South." Saying this, the rough Northerner Sanders laughed.

Malin and Tuojin also smiled.