Charlotte was quite certain that Ban Lamorak was the kind of Ingrima People who had no rapport whatsoever with pirates.
So he said bluntly, "We're going to wipe out the Golden Goat Pirate Group on Saint Michael's Island."
"However, this is a military secret. You cannot tell anyone."
Ban Lamorak was overjoyed and cried, "For men like us, the time to win glory and establish our names is now! Mr. Mecklen, rest assured. I, Ban Lamorak, will certainly give it my all."
Charlotte actually had no idea how to go about this.
He was just a lowly undercover agent.
Menilman's assignment for him had never included taking Saint Michael's Island by himself.
His task had been to pass along information, contact the resistance force on Saint Michael's Island—the Golden Deputy Goat—and rescue the three Saint Rank prisoners in Saint Michael's Prison. Though none of those tasks were simple, they were basically still the sort of work an "inside man" could handle. But bringing an Archpriest over from Inglima, along with Briton's Youngest Lion and an Inglima army? That was far beyond the scope of the job.
Charlotte could only take things one step at a time.
There was no helping it. This assignment had been arranged by the Grand Princess of the Empire of Inglima, and perhaps some His Imperial Majesty had also had a hand in it. There was simply no way to refuse.
In the entire Empire of Inglima, there were only a few people who could make Ban Lamorak casually obey another's command. Even Princess Mei could not. After all, the father of Briton's Youngest Lion was Count Lamorak, and Victory Champagne Count had once been a figure spoken of in the same breath as Zimmerman.
Charlotte had barely exchanged a few idle words with Ban Lamorak