After bidding Muller farewell, Velin wandered around the Logistics Camp.
Within the camp, there was a Patrol Team every hundred meters and a checkpoint every five hundred meters.
Seeing how heavily guarded the camp was, Velin gradually gave up on the idea of taking some supplies. It was better to wait for the higher-ups to distribute them.
After leaving the Logistics Camp, Velin did not return directly to the camp where his own unit was stationed. Instead, he headed straight for the camp where his grandfather was.
After showing his identity, he passed through unimpeded.
Standing before the central tent, Velin had just been about to ask a guard to announce him when a force pulled him into the tent.
Seeing this, Kyle took a few steps back and waited silently.
Inside the tent, Velin looked at his grandfather seated in the place of honor and smiled amiably.
"I heard you went to the Logistics Camp." Duke of Moravia looked at Velin with a faint smile on his face.
Hearing his grandfather's words, Velin spread his hands, his expression perfectly calm. "Grandfather, I was merely fulfilling my duties. As the Deputy Head of Logistics, I still have to go out and make myself useful."
"You?" Duke of Moravia gave Velin a long look. "Judging by that expression, I assume you came back empty-handed."
Velin retorted, "Grandfather, do I look like someone who enjoys embezzling? I was fulfilling my obligations, conscientiously conducting inspections..."
Before Velin could finish, Duke of Moravia waved a hand and cut off his grandson.
"Speak. What do you need from me?"
In the past, he had rarely seen him. Hearing of the boy's accomplishments, he had thought his grandson was a hardworking and ambitious young man.
But after interacting with him these past few months, he realized