My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2193 - 732: Farewell, King and War

Major Ron was resolute in his demand to return immediately to Pioneer Fortress.

Fraser advised him not to do anything foolish, but having known Ron for years, he’d never seen him this serious and stubborn about anything. Ron was usually a "sensible" guy, good at reading the room and never causing trouble for others without reason.

Though he usually seemed carefree, he was reliable in critical moments.

However, perhaps Major Dune’s death in battle had shocked him. After waking from a seven-day coma, Ron seemed like a changed man—irritable and agitated. Fraser couldn’t hold him back, so he promised that as soon as Ron’s surgery was completed, he would take him back to clarify the matter.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Fraser left, Ron had his Iron Hand Captain call Loyal Brother.

Since he had purchased the highest-level war insurance, Loyal Brother personally helped him with the mechanical prosthesis surgery, bringing an entire box of leg module components and accessories.

"So, which one do you want?"

Loyal Brother, wearing engineering goggles, held a cable in his left hand for tuning the prosthesis and a rather dangerous-looking three-claw stabilizer in his right. Various types of leg prostheses were placed on the shelves beside him.

They included not only those he made himself but also "high-end goods" that his junior mentor Ellen had scavenged from Charldo Harbor.

Some had even just arrived in Transylvania yesterday. Originally, these were trading items for players, but Major Ron was clearly a big client, so Loyal Brother didn’t hesitate to ensure high-quality service.

"Any one will do, as long as you can have me standing by tomorrow morning. I have something to do."

Ron, biting an apple and leaning on the hospital bed, stared ahead as if gazing at something invisible and said hoarsely, "I can’t waste time... Fraser will surely notify them in advance. My father might even try to stop me, so I must act quickly; your Transia airships will dock at the Maginot Line, right?

Can you leverage your connections to get me a ticket?

To the Ancestral Forest!

From there, it only takes a night to reach Pioneer Fortress."

"You know you’re actually doing something foolish, right?"

Loyal Brother blinked and retorted, "You’re just a small major daring to question your marshal. Such behavior can be seen as a challenge to military law, especially given Marshal Loren’s strict command. If you intrude into his office, he might as well shoot you.

Your general father won’t be able to save you.

Let me give you some advice, brother: Investigating the truth doesn’t work like this!

You’re walking right into the line of fire, and not only will you fail to get what you want, but you’ll also easily alert the targets."

If you are certain that the military high command is hiding something, what you should do is, like Colonel Fraser, first secure your own safety before doing anything else. You have a general for a father; you’re already ahead at the starting line.

As your uncle sees potential in you, let me tell you not to mess this up.

So if you want speed, I’ll first equip you with a standard prosthesis. This stuff has been in use at Charldo Harbor for two hundred years, with no major problems, and it’s a fully procedural thing, so adaptation is especially quick.

I’ll give you the best kind, with five plugin slots. After you’ve done what you need, come back to choose the combat and support plugins you want, and there’s no need for me to come for the following installs."

This thing has a ten-year warranty, so use it sparingly."

After speaking, Loyal Brother turned to prepare the mechanical leg for Major Ron.

As an intelligence officer, he keenly smelled an opportunity to intervene from Major Ron, but due to the lack of suitable local agents under his command, it was too late to report to the Shadow Intelligence Bureau. Lady Adel’s main focus was on the Black Disaster, so the opportunity slipped away.

But being an experienced intelligence officer, a few words, seemingly meant to comfort, actually provoked Ron, nearly making him explode with anger.

Iron Hand Captain stood by, worried, and quietly said to his superior while Loyal Brother was tuning the mechanical leg:

"Though this foreigner speaks bluntly, he’s not wrong, Major.

If you really want to find out the truth, the best way is to secure your position and strive to climb higher. When you can access more information, maybe the truth will come to light."

"I’m not good with words, but I think questioning the entire Exploration Corps over the goblin plague alone is a bit extreme."

Ron simply closed his eyes, refusing to engage.

This gesture of refusing communication also left the Captain rather helpless, but he didn’t plan to inform Colonel Fraser, after all, he had experienced the Black Flame Mountain Pass battle himself.

The goblin plague had erupted right before him, and if not for Lord Hether’s self-sacrifice, the plague would undoubtedly have caused even more terrifying casualties. Even in the short time the plague broke out, the once solidly defended No. 8 position suffered heavy losses, with less than one-third of the Golden Flower Cannoneers stationed there managing to escape.

If the captain didn’t have some frustration over this, it would be impossible.

"Come, inhale some anesthetic gas to facilitate the implantation of the control computation orb into your wounds."

Loyal Brother prepared a device resembling an asthma inhaler and placed it near Major Ron’s mouth, saying proudly: