Chapter 2533: Pregnant hibiscus

() Disasters and wars are always easy to give birth to something. Maybe it's panic, maybe unwilling, maybe pessimistic, maybe desire.
After all, when death is lingering around and no one knows whether there is a tomorrow, what we can see with our eyes is the current situation, and what we can touch with our hands is only the people around us.
So under the constant pressure, we may need to vent, or... even if we just want to leave something for the future in which we may no longer have our own existence.
In short, when the sun came in from the east window one morning, Furong suddenly realized that she might be pregnant.
She didn’t tell Bill, because the situation on the second battlefield has become more anxious recently-she watched his face become more dignified day by day, and she couldn’t let him add another worry, even though This may be considered a good thing.
However, it turns out that even without her "accident", the troubles belonging to the camp of Bill and Granger would still come uninvited—
"Bill, a large fleet suddenly appeared on the sea. The flagship is a magic ship! They are coming to us from the east. It seems that they are planning to dock at the dock controlled by our camp."
"The fleet? Is there a flag? What is the origin?"
"It's the crossed wands and twelve star rings, the banner of the new coalition formed by the International Wizarding Federation! It's just... there are too many ships, and we haven't received any news beforehand. This is abnormal!"
The conversation followed the morning sea breeze and was faintly taken from the entrance of the central camp to the medical supplies storage tent, beside Furong's ears.
As the wizard who went to Bill to report, this discovery was abnormal. You know, during this period of time, the International Wizarding Federation led by Maxim has always been the largest rear support of Granger Camp. A lot of the information from the camp will be sent to Maxim, and Bill’s is very good. Most of the information is also obtained directly from the command post of the Federation.
But this time, Bill didn't get any news about the actions of the large fleet organized by the coalition forces. He didn't know about it until the wizard in the camp on the lighthouse outside the pier saw it with his own eyes.
Not to mention that he doesn’t even know that the movements of the Maxim’s fleet are actually completely open to the outside world. In other words, only Granger’s camp was deliberately concealed in this matter. In the dark.
why is that?
"Whatever the reason, at least the emergence of this fleet made us notice that the intelligence source of our camp is actually very narrow. If the coalition as the main intelligence transmission party will intentionally blockade, we will immediately become half. Blind and deaf...just like now."
While saying this, Bill put the pen in his hand and stood up on the edge of the table with both hands.
"I'm going to greet you, you immediately notify all the camp members and enter the alert state!"
…
Bill Ben is the oldest of the Weasley brothers and sisters. Now he is presiding over the affairs of the entire battle camp very close to the front line, which naturally makes him more mature.
The busy day after day and the anxiety that is pressing in the bottom of my heart, while making it calm, even gradually revealing a little vicissitudes of life.
Every time when he occasionally had time to rest in his spare time, Furong would shave him, which at least made his mental outlook look better. As a camper, this is of course necessary, so Bill is also very cooperative-he knows that he needs a look and posture that can make his subordinates maintain confidence in him.
"It's a pity that I slept a bit late last night and got up early and hurriedly. The stubble on his chin didn't have time to deal with him.
"
Fleur, who came out of the medical supplies tent, looked far away at Bill's leaving figure and saw Bill touch his chin subconsciously. She knew that Bill had the same thought as her.
But of course, the trivial matter of not having a shave is somewhat insignificant compared to the suspense hidden on the flagship ship that has probably started docking at this moment.
Lotus touched her lower abdomen without hesitation, Dang Even stepped up and watched Bill's back and followed.
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The weather was good this morning, and the rising sun sprinkled a slightly dazzling sparkle on the sea. Regrettably, soon, that large fleet under the coalition forces of the Federation sailed over the waves and stationed most of the vast Cherbourg port offshore.
The huge wharf can't accommodate so many ships, so in fact, only a few ships that accompany the flagship that came to the port last came in.
Standing on the dock to greet the forefront of the team, Bill looked at this very complicated fleet on the sea, most of which were old wooden ships. While suppressing the slight anxiety in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder to himself. :
"I don't know how to make up such a fleet for Maxim?"
The wizards of the modern magical world have rarely used ships to sail on the sea. Even if it is necessary, or perhaps just as they pleased, most of them will only hide their identities and borrow Muggle flights to go to sea. To be able to put together such a large fleet of ships, to be honest, is actually a very difficult task. It is no wonder that recently many forces and people have been surprised after learning about this.
As the gods were walking slightly, the headed ship finally landed first, and then the gangway was set up firmly. Once the road appeared, the tall figure that would inevitably be eye-catching descended.
"Mr. Weasley, it's really hard work for you at Camp Granger. Seriously, UU reading www.uukanshu.com shouldn't bother you to come out to meet you in person!"
Mrs. Maxim's voice is not as high as her figure, but the waves on the dock make her also have to raise her voice. Perhaps because of this, she seemed to be hearty and deliberate when she first greeted her.
"No, it's okay, it should be." Bill smiled, and also said loudly, "President, you can work harder than me, let alone, things that require you to decide are definitely better than me. My side is much more important!"
He greeted him as he spoke, but only Fleur, who was standing at the end of the welcoming crowd, could discover that Bill's condition today does not seem to be good.
"He has touched the stubble on his chin for the third time," Furong frowned in the crowd. "Is it because I couldn't sleep longer last night?"
In fact, Furong, who had been aware of it just now, came with her because she was worried, and now, she started to think about the time she should choose to help him.
"Moreover," Furong's eyes moved suddenly, "Madam's state is also very wrong."