In the place where the three rivers converge in the south of the city, there is a relatively prosperous market town called Sancha Town.

Thanks to its easy accessibility, the town has grown rapidly in recent decades through trade routes, transforming the dilapidated town into the size of the city it is today.

There is a brand-new building at the fork of the morning market near the south gate of the city, surrounded by blue bricks and white walls, a huge fortress like a military camp, and the flags of the shield and sword on the top of the towering dome attic can be seen at the city gate.

This is the police station's station in Trichas, which was just completed at the end of last year!

Although the police station was not welcomed by the aristocracy, the common people and city citizens of the kingdom with low status were unusually supportive. Because, its existence can at least help the people at least maintain what little dignity remains.

In order to quickly build this police station, which is clearly different from the surrounding houses, the local citizens generously donated money to make the station as fast as possible, and it was built more majestic than the town government.

At the beginning of February, the town of Three Forks, which relies on the mainland's northern coastline, was still covered in a layer of icy frost.

In recent days, all the talk in the town has been around the police station.

Because, since three days ago, that is, on the morning of February 3, when a large number of police officers were stationed at the police station, most of the nobles and nobles near Tricha Town were arrested by the police officers who rushed from the national capital.

For a while, rumors spread in this small three-pronged town,

Some say that it was the local nobles who were preparing a rebellion and were caught red-handed by agents from the police station.

It is also said that His Majesty was assassinated in Fort Kaval, and that the plotters were hiding in the manor of a nobleman near the town of Tricha.

Some people even say that it is because some time ago, when the nobles were arresting innocents, they accidentally provoked a certain big man in the national capital, and now they are suing these nobles to His Majesty the King.

Three days later, rumors continued to spread, and the police officers continued to arrest them.

On the fourth day, even the mayor of Tricha was caught by the officers who arrived and put him in a dungeon as he was about to escape.

However, the mayor's arrest is a secret, and it is impossible for ordinary townspeople to know about it.

The day after the arrest of the mayor of Trichadens, Earl Jackf-Borg, who had entered the retirement in advance, came to the police station and found Don Wright, the chief of police who was in charge of the arrest.

But Count Jackf-Borg stayed only half an hour before he hurried away.

Early in the morning on February 8th,

In a separate office at the Don Wright Trichas, as is customary, he reads through yesterday's interrogation report. Perhaps the content of the interrogation report made him a little dissatisfied, and he never let go of his eyebrows from the moment he opened the first report.

Nine a.m.,

Sir Teve Charter, the Deputy Chief Inspector of Trichaden, who had followed Don Wright to Trifurcation, entered the office with a not very good-looking countenance.

"It's a little tricky, Director. Teve-Chat put an urgent letter on top of the document that Don Wright was flipping through, "Word from Chief Hanina, every morning the Imperial Council is now noisy over the nobles in the dungeon. ”

"What is the attitude of His Majesty?" said Don Wright, flipping through the letter.

"Still no statement. Teve-Chat had an impatient expression on his face, "I knew we should have hanged those nobles before the matter was stabbed, anyway, we had His Majesty's orders in our hands at the time, and now... Hey!"

Don Wright subconsciously let go of his furrowed eyebrows when Teve Chat walked into the room. By the time the deputy spoke, he had read the contents of the letter in general manner.

His Majesty changed his mind and let Daisily Pombo go for the time being, and took the matter to the Imperial Council for discussion.

What was originally a secret matter, can it not be complicated now that it has been moved to the front of the stage?

How to say it, there are more than 30 nobles with names and surnames!

"What if the Prime Minister's envoy is still outside?" asked Teve-Chatter, "blast him out?"

"Do you know why His Majesty the King wants to pick up the matter that was originally secretly investigated?" Don Wright ignored the deputy's question, and instead asked another question, "It was originally a simple hand, but now it has to be so complicated, you say... Why is that?"

"I don't know. Teve Chat shook his head and said haha, "I only work on cases, and I don't think much about things other than cases." ”

"But in this case, we need to think about these issues. Don Wright stared at his deputy solemnly, "Think about our current situation, if we don't handle it well, maybe it will be you and me who will be in prison tomorrow." ”

"It's a curse. Teve-Chat shrugged helplessly, "The nobles in our dungeon are all well-known lords in this area, and according to the records, the reason why they violated the "New Law" made by His Majesty himself and privately hunted down a large number of small country nobles was because someone wrote a letter to His Majesty. ”

"This letter is interesting... A small country nobleman actually proposed to our King that the cabinet prime minister be abolished and adopted... With the Prime Minister system of government, which I have never heard of, the most crucial problem is that he can actually deliver his letter into His Majesty's hands without anyone noticing. Teve Chat and Don Wright looked at each other, "You say, who could this person be?"

Don Wright muttered as if to himself, "We need to find this man." ”

"I'm just worried that we won't find this person. ”

"In such a small place, there are fewer than two hundred nobles... Maybe we can try something that some people have used before. Don Wright carefully reviewed every confession.

"Are you serious?" said Teve Charter. He's not stupid, he's already guessed the inside story of this matter, just find someone to pretend to make up a story according to his idea, and get a perfect confession and hand it over.

"Who are we, Sir Tiff?" asked Don Wright.

Teve Charterer was stunned for a moment, and then his face began to change uncontrollably, and in a moment cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Who are we?

To put it mildly, it is the king's lackey.

Who cares about them?

Make up a story and send it to the desk of the Imperial Council?

It's almost no different from looking for death!

"Don't worry, find someone, someone will be more attentive than us. Don Wright made a note on a confession, "You're bound to find the person you're looking for." ”

This time, Teve Chat understood.

The police department can't make up stories, but someone can!

As Teve Chat was about to take his leave, Don Wright said, "Since our Prime Minister's envoy wants to meet the nobles who are locked up in the dungeon, let you take him with you." ”

...

Crewe City, after the Kingdom of Cruria, is almost on the verge of replacing Suk City as the central city of the Eastern Continent. What was already a thriving city is now even more prosperous.

Wild Deer Hill Non-commissioned Officer Academy,

The first truly civilian academy in human history.

Since the day of its establishment, it has been half a month now, and the number of applicants has filled the nearby streets every day.

However, less than two hundred people were actually admitted, and most of them were descendants of the new aristocracy.

On February 9, the college officially enrolled 200 students.

Collier chose to officially start teaching on the 10th,

There were no solemn ceremonies, no stirring speeches, and on a very ordinary morning, two hundred students were placed in four barracks-like classrooms to begin their three-year course.

As the school's principal, Collier returned to his humble office after speaking a few words of encouragement to four classrooms after the official opening of classes.

As the director of the Department of Education, his work is not limited to this non-commissioned officer school.

Basic schools across the kingdom were not running smoothly, most local governments were reluctant to fund them, and his funding was cut off by the cabinet. And after the few schools opened, they only admitted the descendants of the local aristocracy.

Cowlier knew that someone was deliberately trying to get along with him, flipping through one work report after another with bad news, and there was no trace of anger on his face, let alone a word of complaint.

Near noon, Collier was about to get a roast from the cafeteria when Chancellor of the Exchequer Edwin Filmin arrived.

The notoriously busy man of the Cabinet had not paid any attention to Prime Minister Daisily Pombo since he had a complete turn with Prime Minister Daisily Pombo at the Imperial Council, and for the past few days he had dinner with Cowlier at the Wild Deer Hill Non-commissioned Officer School every day to discuss some little secrets.

In a small dining room that could only accommodate two people, Cowlier and Edwin Filmin sat facing each other at a small round wooden table, without any waiters around.

"How much do you like the college's charcoal-grilled mushrooms? Cowlier looked at the not-so-roasted mushrooms on the opposite plate with a strange expression on his face.

"I've got a habit," Edwin Filmin said, with a few slices of mushrooms running from his iron fork, "I'll order grilled mushrooms whenever there's one in my dining area." He had a look of remembrance in his eyes, "When I was at my worst, my family survived by eating this." ”

"When I was most lonely, I gnawed on the grass roots every day. Cowlier shrugged, "But I'll never touch it again." ”

"That's our difference. ”

"What's the difference?" said Collier, smiling.

"If it weren't for Your Majesty, you would have been down, but you would have been able to get back on your feet with my hands. Edwin Film's tone was filled with pride, "That's what makes me different from you. ”

"Although your statement makes me want to beat you up, what you say is true. Cowlier shrugged, picked up a wooden glass full of ale wine, and said, "Let's pay a toast to the depressed life of the past." ”

"Respect!" Edwin Filmin picked up his wine, tilted his head and poured the whole glass of ale into his stomach.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk like this. With a nostalgic tone, Edwin Filming stared at the empty glass and then turned his gaze to Collier, "Don't you like red wine the most?"

"Do you think red wine can be used in such an environment?" Collier scanned the tiny dining room.

"If it's not enough, I can..."

"Don't!" Collier shook his head, "This school is His Majesty's heart, you dare to meddle?"

"Don't dare. Edwin Filmin was very honest, and then he looked at Cowlier with envious eyes, "Your Majesty really trusts you, if it were me, I would use someone from within my family to run this school." ”

"So, you are a courtier. ”

"Yes, I can only be a minister. ”

As the two spoke, Edwin Filmin walked over to the next barrel with his glass to refill himself with ale.

When he returned to his seat, the banter on his face had disappeared, and he looked at Cowlier and whispered, "The Tridrongs are searching for 'that baron' in full force. ”

"Your Majesty will certainly not do it again, after all," Cowlier only said halfway, "this matter needs to be done by ourselves, and it must be done beautifully." ”

Edwin Fellin frowned, "Time is too tight... News came from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that Shikan-Silveraxe had sent his chief of staff to the talks in person, and that war could break out at any moment. ”

"Daisily Pombo is still pressing?"

"Did he stop there?"

"Isn't that a good thing?" said Cowlier, smiling grimly.

Edwin Filmin was stunned and then laughed, "This is indeed a good thing!"

"For the sake of this good deed, we should have another toast. Cowlier raised his glass again.

"Cheers. ”

This time, Edwin only took a small sip, "I've already asked my second son to go to Tricha Town to do this, and there will be news in five days." ”

"Then I'll wait for your good news. Collier put down his glass, cut off a slice of meat, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Even if there is news, it will not be good news. Edwin Fellin shook his head, "Your Majesty obviously wants us to fight Daisily Pombo. ”

"Don't have such thoughts, your current thoughts are very dangerous. Cowlier grimaced, "I had a similar idea the last time His Majesty implemented a commercial reform of the realm, but in the end, it turned out that my idea was wrong. ”

"I don't really understand. ”

Collier stared at his glass for a few seconds before saying, "Your Majesty may want us to fight with the traditional nobility represented by Daisily Pombo, and even planned to replace the older generation of nobles directly from us at the beginning... However, judging from the current situation, Your Majesty wants to use our battle this time to see how strong our two sides are. ”

"Your Majesty wants to even us..."

"Daisily Pombo must be finished, he has already been sentenced to death in the heart of His Majesty, but he himself thinks he feels good. Collier directly interrupted the ally, "But whether or not you will be another target of His Majesty depends on your attitude. ”

"My attitude?" said Edwin Film, an eyebrow furrowed.

Cowlier stared into Edwin Film's puzzled eyes and said in a tone that sounded like a warning, "You must let His Majesty know that you will never betray him." ”

Edwin Filming's words suddenly dawned on him, but then he fell into confusion and asked, "Do you have any good advice?"

"Don't worry about things you shouldn't care, don't touch things you shouldn't touch. "When you first swore allegiance to Your Majesty, you did better than anyone else, but now—" The old mage shook his head, "I used to do a good job in this area, but then it changed a little because of the change in status. ”

"You mean, I've crossed the line now?"

"Yes, and it's been a long way coming. ”