Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1044 - 111: Care and Rewards from the Navy

The passage of time is quick, and the years fly by.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed...

Of course, that’s just a joke.

Wang Yunxiao just lay on the hospital bed, feeling like each day was as long as a year.

Outside the window, the grass was green, and spring was in full bloom.

Yet he was confined in this less than eight-square-meter special care ward for a whole month.

Eating special meals every day, lacking exercise, he had put on some weight.

The evacuation from Lanton proceeded smoothly; Avalon had been battered to the point of near paralysis, with no ability to launch a counterattack.

But the subsequent problem handling was rather troublesome.

The United Kingdom’s diplomatic ambassador came across the sea, submitting a note to the Government of the Ming Country, severely condemning a certain self-proclaimed Iron Sparrowhawk with extremely grave language, demanding the Government of the Ming Country to punish the perpetrator and compensate for the losses.

Wang Yunxiao knew nothing of this, still leisurely reading newspapers in the hospital of the Special Service Bureau, when a group of aggressive navy personnel kicked open the door, handcuffed him, threw him into a car, and raced into the Navy Compound, even having a severe scrape with a Qilin Army military vehicle on the way.

Although he identified himself at the time, saying he was the head of the Special Service Section subordinate to the Tianmen City Spy Bureau, the military believed that since he wore the Heavenly Armor, which belonged to the navy system, he should fall under the jurisdiction of the navy.

Your Special Service Bureau can handle the Evil Spirits, but this kind of international diplomatic issue isn’t something you can manage, so ask less, meddle less, and leave the rest to the navy.

That’s how Wang Yunxiao was inexplicably snatched over, and subjected to a brutal confinement life of three meals a day of chicken, duck, fish, and seafood.

During this period, he even appeared once in a military tribunal, with the audience filled with young officers with epaulets, holding paper and pen, listening to him narrate the entire process of battling mechanical puppets in foreign lands.

Speaking wasn’t enough; they also gave him chalk to draw diagrams on the blackboard.

Had Wang Yunxiao not activated the Scholar Heresy Imaginary Blueprint skill, he might not have been able to handle such a big scene.

After Wang Yunxiao finished speaking, there was a round of applause from below.

After deliberation, the jury unanimously decided that this was not a typical war criminal and had to be seriously handled as a warning to others.

Marshal Yang Qiming wrote a personal note that for such unruly and indisciplined, unauthorized actions that caused irreparable damage to overseas relics, the troublemaker should be publicly criticized within the military district and detained for at least a month without family visits.

During this entire month, Wang Yunxiao was completely cut off from the outside world.

Although the food at the navy hospital was excellent, and he could even eat tropical fruits like pineapples, mangoes, and bananas.

The nurses were also youthful and pretty, lively and cheerful.

But Wang Yunxiao still felt uncomfortable.

Without the mischievous white-haired lion dog by his side, he always felt a bit lonely and empty.

He wondered what it felt like to ride on it.

These days, Wang Yunxiao’s nightly fantasy was to wear the majestic Heavenly Armor, with two pheasant tail feathers on his head, a halberd in hand, riding the white-haired lion dog, soaring through the sky.

What man could resist such an ultimate temptation?

Thinking by day and dreaming by night, he finally endured through the month of confinement, and Wang Yunxiao finally left the special care ward and was brought to Yang Qiming’s office.

This was his second meeting with this legendary naval marshal.

The last time was at the military tribunal.

Yang Qiming, as one of the founders of the modern navy of the Ming Country, should be the figure of a middle-aged, near fifty-year-old senior in Wang Yunxiao’s impression. But the person he saw looked no more than thirty-something, maintaining a youthful appearance.

Moreover, the most striking feature was the delicate appearance, or rather, his androgynous look.

Anyone not knowing him wouldn’t associate him with the legendary Marshal of the Northern Navy based on appearance alone.

But for those who knew him, they would completely overlook his appearance.

Because the name Yang Qiming itself was steeped in the stench of blood and the shadow of death.

This person was considered the sharpest, most ruthless knife in the hand of the President back then, his brutal methods enough to stop children from crying at night.

Nobody objected to him being the naval marshal, directing aggression outward.

But if he had been put in charge of internal affairs, such as the Supervision Bureau or Special Service Bureau, many people probably wouldn’t dare to close their eyes at night.

However, Wang Yunxiao didn’t feel that same sense of cruelty and coldness from him.

Perhaps it was because of his navy descent and the fact that his surname wasn’t Yang.

"Sit."

Facing Wang Yunxiao, the navy marshal didn’t put on the air of a senior or leader, but had a very gentle attitude.

"How is your recovery?"

"Reporting to the chief, I’ve long since recovered!"

"Haha, it seems you have a significant opinion about being confined for a month?"

Yang Qiming looked up and smiled.

"No opinion!"

Even if he had, he couldn’t say it, what if he got confined for another month?

The nurses teasing every day, even with my iron will, I might not be able to always hold on.

"I heard you didn’t fancy any of the girls in the hospital?"

"Reporting to the chief, I already have a girlfriend!"

"The young girl from the Mu Family?"

"Yes!"

"You’re not engaged yet, are you?"

"Not yet."

"Your parents passed away early, the navy will help you settle this matter."

Can we not talk about this?

Wang Yunxiao felt very awkward.

But having interacted with the navy these past days, he knew the navy had such customs.

Relatively open-minded.

The main reason being this military branch is quite unique.

Highly educated, high income, and with excellent physical fitness, these high-standard male youths might be at sea for 300 out of 365 days in a year, and once on a combat or training mission, they might not see land for weeks or even months.

Upon disembarking, let alone women, even sows seem charming.

If you were to strictly enforce lifestyle discipline, this unit wouldn’t stay together.

Ordinary sailors indulge in debauchery and gambling when ashore; if you don’t let them vent, they’re bound to explode. So even in Tianmen City, where laws are becoming increasingly stringent, they still reserve gray areas like the Dwarf Hut for foreign sailors.

The military regulations must be stricter, not allowing soldiers to act recklessly, but not as strict as the army. The attitude towards soldiers’ marriages is quite liberal, be it marriage or divorce. Even if you were to open another ’gas station’ in navy bases in places like Fusang or Malaysia, as long as you don’t get reported, no one will scrutinize it deeply.

Though perhaps unacceptable to moralists or purists, this is indeed a publicly acknowledged secret within the navy.

"Actually, these days many have approached me trying to arrange a match for you, but I’ve turned them down."

Yang Qiming chuckled, "Mainly because I didn’t ask for your personal opinion; I didn’t know what type you prefer."

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, do they have one that can turn into a lion dog like I prefer?