Edge of the Apocalypse

Noel took out a tablet brain and nimbly tapped its light keys with his fingers. Very quickly, the program entered the federal database and calibrated the search keywords according to Windsor Belo's request. After confirming another command, the program started to run on its own, quickly displaying the names of each person in its brain. "Miss, there are a total of 113 that meet your requirements," said Nono, who had put on a pair of flat glasses and pushed the frame.

"So much?" Windsor Belo raised her head and said drunkenly, "Dear Little Nono, we don't need so much. Let's do a screening."

"Alright, I'll synthesize Miss's request and make a priority selection. Please wait a moment." Nono's fingers began to beat rapidly again. Those ten fingers were like playing a piano, interweaving beautiful rhythms in the air.

In just a few seconds, the names in Wisdom's mind had already been rearranged. 'Miss, let me see. The first one that suits you the best is Adele, Adele Morson!' said Nono cheerfully.

"Adele? That Morson's little demon?"

"That's right. She came from a famous clan and is a rank ten sealer. She started to participate in the management of the clan two years ago, and her results in the Dawn Blade are in full view. As for her appearance, although she is a bit inferior to Miss, she is still a rare beauty." Noel blinked his eyes.

"No, no, no, she can't." Windsor Belo shook her head and said, "It's enough for the Federation to have me. I don't want to raise another greedy wolf. Besides, that little girl has a strange temperament. I heard that she likes to tease little girls like you the most."

"Scared, then forget it." Nuo Nuo was shocked. Her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Miss, how did you know about your expedition to the Outer Realm?"

'"My Sirius has an independent intelligence service in Babylon. The budget of three million a year is not in vain. If they can't even find out about it, young miss, I'll have to skin those trash." Windsor Belo said smugly.

"Miss," muttered Nolo, "the budget you allocate to them every year is used to inquire about other people's eccentricities?"

Windsor Belo opened her mouth and spat out an arrow of wine. He reached out and knocked on Nono's head, "What does the little girl know? Miss, as long as I grasp the ugly deeds of those so-called great figures, they will cry and shout to me to buy back information about themselves." There's more than three million in any one piece of information. Besides, these quirks are just inquiries from the normal collection work. Don't make me look like I'm not doing my job properly. "

Nono stuck out her tongue. She didn't believe everything Windsor Belo said. The female marshal sank into the bathtub and lazily said, "Continue."

"Chopin, from the Green Clan, 12 years old this year …"

"The Green Clan is on the verge of collapse, and now they're just breathing. This Chopin … don't!"

"Hank, I'm from the Riven family, and I'm doing well in my fighting skills. This year …"

"The Ravens owe me a lot of money. I don't think they'll write me a note of debt, miss. Hank, no!"

"Zhu Ye, daughter of the Heather Clan, has quite a talent in music …"

"Are you kidding me? What's the use of playing music? Do I expect her to play music on those aliens to influence them? No!"

"Lin Wei …"

"No!"

"Kestan …"

"No!"

The master and servant filtered through the list given by Zhi Nao. Not long after, the wine bottle in Windsor Belo's hand was empty. At this moment, a name jumped into her ears.

'"Alan, Bescott came from the clan. Eh, he is not a disciple of the clan, but from the surface. He is the winner of this year's death arena. He was personally invited to join the clan by Patriarch Horn. After that, he went to Dawn Blade to study. More than half a year ago, he crippled a branch disciple of the same clan. Ah, he cut off his hand." Nono simply turned his brain's screen towards Windsor Belo.

"Cut off his hand? Hey, he's pretty ruthless." Windsor Belo looked at Zhi Nao and saw Alan's head on the screen. His short silver hair rose spiritedly, adding a hint of masculinity to his handsome appearance. The scarlet red pupils that looked like volcanic lava were unforgettable. In the depths of those red eyes, Windsor Belo seemed to see her figure.

"Remember him."

"Scared, miss. He's just a branch disciple." Nuo Nuo reminded.

"Even so, his potential should not be small. Otherwise, how could Horn invest so much in him? Besides, I like his style of doing things. He looks like a young lady."

"Alright."

"Anyone else? If not, I'll go to bed." With a loud crash, Windsor Belo broke through the water and exposed her charming body to the air.

"There's one more. Webb, from the Van Vinnie family. He's doing well. He's just 15 years old. He seems to be a little old," Nono said in a panic.

"Don't mention it." Windsor Belo had already put on a fitting nightgown to hide her arrogant curves. "The Fanveni family is a weapons manufacturer, and that family has a lot of money. Even if Webb fails in the end and Miss gives him a nominal student status, his Fanveni family will have to pay the tuition fees obediently, hehe hehe."

With a smug smile, Windsor Bella strode out of the bathroom. Looking at her back, Nuno could clearly see her own young miss revealing her demonic tail.

Two weeks after the female marshal's return, Windsor Belo did not announce the admission criteria. However, pleasant surprises often appeared inadvertently. Just as the waves caused by Marshal Greed gradually stopped, astonishing news came from the academy. Windsor belo will visit dawn blade on monday and give a public lecture.

Allen, who had received the news, returned to Dawn Blade early Monday morning.

The open class, hosted by Windsor Belo, is located in the largest classroom in the main building of the teaching department. The multi-purpose classroom that could accommodate three hundred students at the same time had more than five hundred people squeezed into it today. Alan was so tired that he squeezed his head open before he could barely find an empty chair near the corner.

Today, Marshal Greed's arrival didn't have the slightest bit of luxury. Almost no one knew when she had arrived at the academy, only that when her heroic figure entered the classroom, the originally noisy classroom quieted down. Some of this was due to respect for the marshal, one of the Federation's two prodigies, and most of it was due to Windsor Belo's imposing aura.

She simply stood on the podium, and the invisible tension caused the entire classroom to instantly become completely silent, and the needles could be heard.

Windsor Belo swept her beautiful eyes across the face in the classroom and said, "Ten years ago, I was a student sitting in the classroom, like you, listening to the instructor." Those of you who are able to study here should be grateful to be able to study in this legendary academy. In the history of the Blade of Dawn, 270 generals and 17 marshals walked out, and there were countless important people from other clans. I hope that a new general or marshal will emerge from among you. The Federation needs your strength! "

These few simple words caused the childish faces in the classroom to shine with bright eyes, and their chests to boil with heat, as if they were burning with raging flames in their bodies! Windsor Belo was very satisfied with their reaction and coughed softly, "Dean Andrew invited me to lecture at the academy, but my talent in other fields than fighting is really lacking. So today, I can only teach you a lesson in war."

"Every general's strategy style is the same, and my style is to see the enemy's flaws to death, until the enemy is completely eliminated. Most of you, after graduating from Dawn Blade, will probably begin your own expedition to the battlefield of the Outer Realms. When the time comes, remember not to be merciful. It was a clash of two completely different civilizations, a war between the invaders and the planet's natives. Under this premise, mercy and justice have no place to live unless you want to die in an alien land. "Windsor Belo said in a low voice," You can only use mercy when you have established your footing in the alien land and are trying to integrate into the society of the planet. To blur your boundaries as intruders so that you can better and faster integrate into planetary society and seize control of the planet from within. "

Next, Windsor Belo used herself as an example to describe a few classic cases of her first adventure into the foreign battlefield. In Windsor Belo's description, it is not difficult for students to see that Windsor Belo's strategic approach is not rigid, often several strategies are mutually supportive, interlocking, and tailored to the environment and current situation. Some strategies are even filled with bold ideas that benefit students.

After this morning's public lecture, Windsor Belo left the deepest impression on the students, that war could actually be fought like this!

No one knew when Windsor Belo had left, just like when she had come. When Dean Andrew announced that Marshal Greed had left the school, the students were somewhat disappointed. The high spirits gradually returned to normal. Everyone was back on track. There was still a lesson to be taught, and not a single session of training should be left behind. After all, generals and marshals were not able to accomplish it overnight. The students were well aware of this.

After lunch, Alan, who was about to return to his apartment, saw Vera in a black dress surrounded by a few boys on the stone path from afar. Alan, who thought that there was a play about teasing girls, was going to meddle in other people's affairs. Only after taking a few steps did he realize that although the boys had surrounded Vera, they maintained a certain distance. The old man in the lead seemed to be talking politely to Vera, and Alan was not in a hurry to interfere.

However, because of Vera, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stayed behind to listen to what they were saying. After quietly circling behind a sycamore tree, Alan hid at the downwind entrance, so the boy's voice floated in the wind, "… I heard Miss Vera can peek into the future?"

Hearing this, Alan immediately stopped.