"Your Excellency....." The leaders stayed outside the door for a long time before the Majin leader tapped on the door to indicate their presence.

"We'll come in ourselves, I'd like to see who's here as the new garrison."

As the sound came, a nuisance person also entered the room, and the sound of shoes stepping on the stone slab was particularly neat and solemn.

It was the only one she had ever met, Celine Eichner, Malf's aunt.

She proudly led her subordinates, a total of more than 20 people, into the security station.

They wore black scale armor of the same size, boots made of tough leather, and soft gloves made of demonic skin on their hands. Not to mention the clothes on Celine as the leader, even if the family is in a bankruptcy crisis, in addition to these standard equipment, Leillard can keenly feel that she also has several magical equipment on her.

It seems that Malv was sold by her for a good price.

"It's you?!" Celine looked at Lillard in shock.

The guy who was degraded by her to worthlessness actually came here as a garrison officer in the blink of an eye, no matter what, such a quick encounter always made people feel extremely embarrassed.

It was only for a moment that she returned to normal, looking at Leillard condescendingly, her expression still so domineering.

For Drow, men are humble beings.

A commoner, without forming a family and self-power, has the highest rank of being only a garrison chief, but there is a difference between heaven and earth with a nobleman.

"This is an order from the administrative tribunal, the Northern Region requisitioned 3,000 strong troglodytes, 300 demons, 80 dwarven craftsmen, half of the minotaurs and gnomes, 400 camel beasts, and three months' rations, this is a detailed list, all of them will be loaded and loaded in three hours."

The paperwork with the seal of the noble council and the seal of the city lord was spread out directly in front of Leiard, almost poking it in the face.

Celine squinted at what was so special about this junior whom Malf cared about very much, and even the male Drow who wanted to get married.

She looked around, he was the only one sitting at the bar where the mission was issued, sorting out all kinds of paperwork, any auxiliary personnel, combat personnel and patrol personnel did not appear around, theoretically he should have a management team, but he was only released for a day, where did he go to recruit so many subordinates, and who was he arranged to be here?

But no matter who she has nothing to do with her, seeing him, Celine can't help but think of Melf, who is favored by her mother and family.

Suddenly, the fire of jealousy burned violently in her heart, and she even wanted to trample the guy in front of her feet and trample it fiercely.

Celine knew that she was no longer young, and that at the age of ninety, she was at the age of her last advancement.

She is already relatively long-lived among the drows. Most drows rarely live past the age of one hundred and fifty in their normal lifespan, working outside the home all year round, and most of them die around the age of one hundred and thirty when they are exposed to the radiation of the magic tides and the corrosive effects of the dark swamp. And the battle between the nobles and the accident of the mission lowered the standard age of Zhuoer to eighty years old. My mother is now one hundred and seventy years old, and she uses secret methods to maintain her professional level from declining, but in the eyes of insiders, she is just a paper tiger.

After the only asset of the entire group was squandered by Malf, even the family was about to go bankrupt and move out of the Dagrell district.

Every time she thought about this, Celine was extremely angry at the yellow-haired girl because her mother did not pass on the position of patriarch to her.

Because of a certain constitution, the purer the blood of the Eichner family, the more difficult it is to have offspring, and purebred offspring tend to burst out at a young age with amazing talent to reach the peak of their careers and maintain it. That's why Malf became an eighth-level professional at a young age, and her position in the family is more stable than that of Celine, who became an eighth-level professional at the age of forty.

She looked at Leillard's somewhat handsome cheeks, and immediately transferred the boundless malice to him.

This kind of decree, which seems very excessive to anyone, is difficult to enforce even the garrison officers of several other regions.

As soon as they turn in their labour, they are immediately faced with the dilemma of having no one available.

The nobles of the Executive Council would not think that the loss of tens of thousands of slaves would reduce the tax of the quarter. Failure to complete the amount of tax will be punished by the upper echelons, and in the worst case, the loss of life.

Garrison officers often bribe tax police who come to collect in order to fish in troubled waters.

For example, there are no strict regulations on the labor levied by the administrative court, and the competent labor is added by the tax police themselves, and those who are not very open-minded garrisons may pick out the words, but if they are really hand-picked by some big people but not stated in the order, these garrisons are likely to offend a family and cause disaster. So a lot of times the tax police are a fat shortage. In some ways they can operate in unimaginably large spaces.

Issue..... No one taught Lelard about it.

Celine didn't think that a guy who had taken over as a garrison in a hurry would be prepared.

Besides, he wants to pay a bribe? Will she accept it!

Leillard looked at the appointment carefully, and he was relieved to see that the administrative tribunal had transferred the labor force of other districts that were higher than or even twice that of the northern district.

With the 20,000 troglodytes under its jurisdiction, more than 4,000 lost to the invasion for unknown reasons, and the transfer of almost half of the elite labor force and most of the food reserves, Lillard wondered if the Eye Court was prepared to completely empty the entire Elegus slave district.

However, the current situation is stronger than people, and since it is a matter agreed by the above, he, the garrison officer who only arrived today, naturally has no reason to stop him.

"I agree in principle to appoint, but three hours is too quick to ....."

"No, this is the task assigned above, you can only quickly assemble labor as required, and there will be nobles to receive it soon"

Celine propped up her hands on the bar and looked down at Leillard, who was playing with her prey, which made Leillard wonder if he had offended her somewhere.

"I don't have anyone here ......"

"Three hours, you only have three hours, we have said what needs to be said, we will come to the acceptance in two and a half hours, I hope it will be pleasant then"

Celine didn't listen to what Lillard was going to say, she quickly left with her own guards, and the team moved in an orderly manner. At first glance, it is an elite person. Leillard frowned and watched the other party's movements, even if he was brainless, he could see that the other party was sincere and did not deal with him.

Only then did he fantasize that he was a small landowner in the frontier who was in power, and he was about to embark on a small peak in his life, sitting on tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and tens of thousands of people, and taking them on the road of red socialism to make a fortune and run to a well-off life. As a result, cold water was immediately poured on it.

Sure enough, the evil slave feudal society must be broken.

The order of the High Demon Society is too oppressive.

Laillard sighed with emotion, and within half a second, he beckoned to the leaders who had been waiting outside the door for a long time to discuss the plan.

If you can't finish it in three hours, the other party will use him to make an example of him, but before that, this group of weak chickens doesn't listen to him, and he must also stand up.

Thinking of the misery of his life, Lillard could only desperately squeeze this group of slaves.

As for the red idea...... Let's get some sleep for the time being.

We have to be realistic.

Preserve your life first, and then carry out a revolution to a limited extent according to the locality.