"This is the military zone, can you really speak so freely here? Mind your image as a soldier!..."
"When you're here, I'm no longer a soldier. What image do I need?!" The man replied cheekily, hands in his pockets, with a mischievous grin.
Emma Benson was speechless at him and glanced at him, "Lead the way..."
"O...K!" Walter Schmidt beamed and winked at her playfully.
The three of them took the elevator upstairs, and Walter explained that the marshal was inspecting the barracks and would be back soon. He never carried his phone while working, but currently, it was with him.
So, when Emma's message arrived, he received it immediately and hurriedly went downstairs.
The elevator reached the top-floor office, which had a noticeably stronger military atmosphere than the military administrative hall, with officers even bearing arms.
Emma Benson and Walter Schmidt sat in the office, waiting for nearly an hour, but Frederick still hadn't returned.
