A Lively Camp

Upon hearing these words, Brando didn't even have time to return the soldier's salute, and immediately led the others to continue running forward.

They soon arrived at the camp gate, where a dozen or so Two-Horse Wagons were heading into the camp. The carts were crammed with things: bags of flour, various fresh fruits and vegetables, and a large number of slaughtered livestock. The cut pieces of meat showed how fresh they were.

The soldiers around them cheered when they saw these things, especially when the last two vehicles drove in, because they were full of barrels of liquor.

Behind these large wagons was a troop of about a hundred Cavalry. Brando immediately recognized the emblem on their Cavalry as the Golden Sunflower Family crest.

Among the Cavalry was a figure that Brando recognized, and he excitedly ran forward towards it.

When the Cavalry first saw someone charging towards them with weapons, they immediately tensed up, but upon seeing the person's face, Cavalry immediately ceased their guard.

One of the Golden Sunflower Family Cavalry shouted, "Is that Young Master Brando!"

This remark also reminded Victor, who was talking to his subordinates. He looked up and saw his godson Brando, running towards him.

Seeing his godson running excitedly towards him, Victor didn't hold back, dismounted, and went to meet him.

Brando was also excited to see Victor dismount and walk towards him. Just then, Juke, who was beside him, said to Brando, "Captain, let me take the sword."

After saying that, he took the sword from Brando's hand. Brando was stunned for a moment, then quickly handed the sword to Juke and walked up empty-handed by himself.

As soon as Brande walked up to Victor gave Brando a bear hug. Although Brando was already 17 years old, he was less than 1.8 meters tall and looked like a child next to Victor, who was over 1.9 meters tall.

"Brando, it's so good to see you so healthy! I was quite worried about you. You must have had a tough time leading the troops on the march these past few days!"

"No, it's not hard on me, Father. It's my responsibility, after all, I'm the Squad Leader."

Victor nodded, then took a few steps back, looked Brando up and down, and continued, "You've gotten darker, taller, and look like a real man!"

It has been more than a year since Victor last saw Brando again. For a sixteen or seventeen-year-old like Brando, every year brings new changes.

Victor glanced at his godson and realized that he was already almost 1.8 meters tall and might grow even taller in the future, making him a grown man.

Victor couldn't help but marvel at the passage of time. When he first met Brando, the Old Count was still alive, and Brando looked like a child. Now he was a young officer capable of leading troops.

Victor patted Brando on the shoulder and said, "Hurry up and get everyone to move all this food and drinks into the camp."

You've marched so hard for so long, and now you can only stay in the camp. You must eat and drink well.

It's truly remarkable. You are all scions of the Vela Nobles, and I understand your performance this time. You all did a fantastic job and didn't disgrace your fathers!

Victor's words were loud and clear, and the young Cavalry around him immediately cheered, clearly pleased with Victor's praise.

Soon, everyone crowded around the wagon and continued moving into the camp. Along the way, more and more young Cavalry gathered around, all eyeing the food in the wagon.

Many Cavalry were still carrying marching rations, but when they learned that the food on the wagons was for them, they simply put the rations aside.

Soon after the convoy entered the camp, the camp became busy again. Under the command of the squad leaders, the soldiers began to work with the cooks to prepare the ingredients that had just arrived at the camp and cook them into a sumptuous dinner.

Two hours later, the camp was filled with jubilation as the young noblemen focused intently on the abundant food before them.

Although Victor brought a lot of alcohol, everyone was very restrained because they were inside the Imperial Guard Main Camp and couldn't be too unrestrained.

Most people only drank one glass of wine, and they were not allowed to get drunk.

The soldiers on sentry duty and patrols were not allowed to drink alcohol; they were given fruit juice and milk instead.

Even so, everyone enjoyed the meal very much.

After all, during their march, they relied mainly on marching rations to keep up with the journey, so even if they had money, they couldn't spend it.

Those marching rations couldn't compare to the satisfaction of these hot meals; today's delicious food would just help relieve their fatigue and the hardships of the journey.

At this moment, Victor was surrounded by the young officers in the group. They wanted to get affirmation from this popular Duke among the Vela Nobles, and also wanted to know what the kingdom's plans were for them.

Victor addressed the captains surrounding him, saying, "Your next steps are quite simple. First, rest and reorganize within the camp to ensure all units are in good condition. Then, His Majesty the King will soon come to see you and assess the troops' condition."

If you perform well, His Majesty the King has an idea: he wants you to participate in the Royal Capital parade during his Coronation Ceremony.

What he told me before, I agreed to. It's a good thing. If you perform well, he might give you extra rewards, which will greatly help you when you finish your service or whether you stay or leave."

After hearing Victor's words, the young people immediately became excited.

The king is coming to see them, and if they do well, he'll even let them participate in the Royal Capital military parade.

This is indeed an honor, especially for these eighteen or nineteen-year-olds; the temptation to be recognized in public is certainly hard to resist.

As time went on, Victor gradually took the lead in the conversation. He began to ask questions, trying to get information from these young Noble Army about the difficulties they were facing and whether they needed his help.

Victor answered all their questions, and everyone was very happy.

Many young Vela Nobles hold the Duke Golden Sunflower in high esteem. The Duke himself is a legendary figure and an idol to many.

Meanwhile, outside the bustling Cavalry camp, other units of the Imperial Guard Legion also noticed the situation, but the Imperial Guard Legion seemed to ignore it and did not react at all.

Inside a room, Legion Commander Moro, covered in sweat, was talking with several other Imperial Guard Legion.

"Why is Duke Victor here?"

If he knew I was sabotaging him behind his back, he would definitely report it to His Majesty.

You can't abandon me! You know, this was a consensus we all agreed on; I was just carrying it out!

Moro was terrified of Victor. He and his Third Imperial Guard Legion had fought on the front lines of the Central City-State Alliance and had witnessed firsthand the battlefield prowess of the Vela Army, especially the army under that Duke, which had left a deep impression on him.

Moro knew all too well how much the Crown Prince valued Victor; if the Duke said a word, Victor might lose not only his position as Legion Commander, but even his family title.