Chapter 678: Chapter 678 - 388: The Red Tide’s Blade

The top floor of the administrative center, Louis' private office.The pinewood in the fireplace was burning, creating a warm environment, forming a stark contrast with the cold winds and flying snow outside the window in early autumn.Louis was not sitting behind the large desk piled with documents; instead, he had changed into casual clothes and was sitting in a single sofa by the fireplace.He picked up the silver pot and slowly poured the amber liquid into two crystal glasses, pushing one toward the empty seat opposite.The door was knocked."Enter."Lambert pushed the door open and entered. His cloak was still carrying the lingering chill, and he instinctively wanted to perform a standard knight's salute."Don't bother with that in private," Louis looked up with a smile, pressing the armrest slightly, "Sit. This is a new brew of golden wheat beer from the Mai Lang Territory, just delivered."Lambert habitually lowered his head, gave a brief half-bow, and then sat down on the sofa opposite.As he took the glass, his fingertip touched the cold wall of the glass, and only then did he slowly retreat from the shock of the experiment earlier that day.Looking at the composed young man in front of him, a surge of indescribable emotion welled up within him.Just a few years ago, Louis was the discarded child exiled by the Calvin Clan for lack of talent, with a gloomy and confused gaze, abandoned by fate.At that time, he himself was merely a vow keeper with the title of a high-tier knight but with no promising future.And now, Louis was the Lord of the North, controlling unprecedented industrial and military power.And thanks to the resources Louis granted him, he broke through the bottleneck that had troubled him for years and became an Extraordinary Knight, commanding thousands of troops.In just a few short years, it was as if a lifetime had passed.Yet the cold touch of the wine in the glass reminded him that it was all reality."Sir, this wine is quite strong," Lambert took a sip, "but quite good.""I find it acceptable, planning to export it," Louis gently swirled the glass, holding it up to the firelight, the amber wine reflecting a layer of dark golden luster.Lambert recalled the scenes from not long ago and said softly, "That steam war chariot.