Mrs. An Lu, who was already lifting her hand to push the door and enter, stood frozen in her tracks. Who’s talking if no one is in? Could it be your cousin, Jason? The lady took a deep breath, allowing the smile on her face to appear less stiff, before she knocked on the door again. Clearly, the lady put considerable strength into the knocking this time. The door creaked open halfway. “The war is not over; it has only just begun.” Jason shook his head. “You mean until the day the war ends?” Mrs. An Lu pressed on. Jason didn’t answer but looked toward the door. Reed, holding up two large trays, stood there. He turned to Mrs. An Lu, cracked a smile full of etiquette, and said in a soft voice, “My lord never said that, madam. Please do not misunderstand.” “By the way, my lord doesn’t like strangers around when he dines.” The personal servant put the food on the table while gesturing to Mrs. An Lu to leave. The lady’s smile grew slightly stiff. However, she did not linger. After giving Jason a curtsey, she then turned and left. Reed watched her depart and then directly instructed the surrounding Harbor Guard, “Tell Mrs. An Lu that the lord is too busy with official duties whenever she approaches.” The Harbor Guard immediately nodded. Returning to the room, Jason had already continued eating. Observing Jason eating, Reed did not disturb him. Instead, he stood quietly by until Jason finished, and then the personal servant began to clear the table, advising, “My lord, you must be careful with that lady.” “Her ambitions are not small.” “Heh, temporary control?” “I’m afraid it’s borrowing with no intention of returning.” The personal servant scoffed. Then, lowering his voice, he said, “My lord, if you want the ‘Fort Swallow’ legacy, there are some basics in the small library at the harbor. It’s not very complete, but it has the foundations.” “It’s a sword technique that emerged after combining more than a dozen kinds of agility-focused swordsmanship, modeled on the swiftness of a swallow.” “When it’s performed to a certain level, it can make a single thrust seem like three or four.” Combining more than a dozen kinds of agility-focused swordsmanship? Modeled on a swallow? Hearing these descriptors, Jason thought again of how he used to lift his broad-bladed, short-hilt cleaver above his head and then chop down with it. No need for such fancy stuff. One chop from me, so satisfying and zestful. If one chop fails, two will suffice. If two aren’t enough, I’ve still got grenades. With this in mind, Jason said decisively, “Bring them here, I’ll have a look.” Strategically disdain your enemies, tactically respect them! It’s always good to learn a bit. What if I’m just not suited for ‘Griffin Swordsmanship’? The personal servant smiled and replied. This wasn’t against any rules. He believed that if Lord Jason wanted to see it, Lord Gerard would surely allow it. After that, Reed’s smile faded. “Just to be safe, I’ve used a secret technique to notify General Anno in advance.” “If he marches quickly, the general can arrive at ‘Fort Swallow’ by midnight.” “Following the original plan, this will become our first line of defense.” “Then, half of the 2,000 cavalry from the Harbor Defense Army will patrol back and forth between ‘Fort Swallow’ and Hans Port, thoroughly clearing out any scouts from the New Federation. The outposts established by the old general will also be fully activated, and more soldiers will be stationed there.” “The remaining half will form a guerrilla defense line in front of ‘Fort Swallow’…” Reed explained in detail the upcoming arrangements to Jason. Jason listened intently. Wherever he didn’t understand, he asked Reed. Even though he didn’t need to know all of this stuff, to impersonate Gerard, Jason thought it was better to have a clear understanding. And as Reed was explaining to Jason, the news of the retaking of ‘Fort Swallow’ had already spread back to Hans Port via secret communication. “Lord Gerard has retaken ‘Fort Swallow’!” Joyous voices rose from within 111 Duron Street. Then, they swiftly spread in all directions throughout Hans Port. Dennise on the fourth floor of 111 Duron Street naturally heard such news. The previously sullen Dennise immediately broke into a smile. As expected of Jason. He actually recaptured ‘Fort Swallow’ so quickly. Denise thought to herself silently, unable to help but exclaim: Carried away by the wind.