"I'm sorry guys, but our lord, don't always complain like that, you're actually very responsible. In the past, I had to give priority to the rotation of fishing vessels, so I asked you to wait here. ”

The Minister of Propaganda said with a smile, facing this person with a smile on his face, even if everyone is really angry, they won't embarrass him, right? This person is a typical good gentleman who is good at catering to others. Everyone was not angry, and they were a little embarrassed to be so modest by him.

Elliot was a little curious and asked, "The audit of the fishing boat?" ”

"Yes. Sectional salvage is carried out here. After all, there are a lot of people who make a living from fishing. Therefore, in order to ensure the quality and quantity of fish, there is a fixed fishing period every day, and there is a limit on the number of fish caught every day. ”

"Hey, that's so busy. I really didn't expect it. ”

The Minister of Propaganda's words made Ma Qiya nod in agreement. Cities close to mountains and rivers will basically form a situation of "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to eat the water", and the lords will either support and then collect taxes, or oppose, and then implement some other money-making plan.

But it is really rare for Lord Winster to use a combination of support and restriction in consideration of long-term interests.

I thought that the nobles were all a group of guys with shallow intelligence, but I have to say that there are still smart people. Marcia changed his mind to himself.

Lord Winster is one of the few nobles who does not arouse Marchiath's disgust. Although she was a nobleman, she was not as arrogant and ignorant as other nobles.

"Well, it was relatively easy, but recently, the currents of the ocean seem to have changed, the waves have become more violent, and the distribution of fish has changed a little, so Lord Winster's work has increased."

The Minister of Propaganda explained simply, and everyone didn't think much about it.

Laura, on the other hand, showed her concern for the clothing of the Imperial soldiers, looking at the armor that adorned the corners and the weapon decorations hanging on the walls. Of course, her eyes were more focused on Fei's body.

Fei is drinking tea with an indifferent face, her tongue was stirred by the hot tea, and the pain made her lean back slightly, spit out her tongue, and kept fanning it.

These two people were wearing the same red uniforms of Class 7, which was obviously a warm fuchsia color, but on these two people, there was only a chilling chill. There was no conciliator, and the Cold War atmosphere of the two men escalated significantly.

Zeno unceremoniously took a tomahawk off the wall, not noticing this side. As a man, and as a hunter, it is impossible to ignore weapons. He gently stroked the smooth, cold metal surface of the blade, sensing its heavy force with one hand.

This kind of powerful weapon, Zeno likes it very much. In his mind, as long as the weapon is powerful, it would be fine. So, the ranking in his mind is actually: explosives, gunpowder guns, tomahawks or axe guns. However, the ammunition limitations of the powder gun, as well as the weight, and the inconvenience of carrying a large number of bullets, made Zeno finally skip the powder gun and choose the axe gun.

Of course, it has something to do with his own practice.

In fact, as You had guessed before, Zeno's axe gun technique originated from Cross Bell. Before Yu arrived, Zeno visited Crossbell once, and learned the art of the axe and spear under the shadow of a powerful military attache under the secret guidance of Garcia.

In Crossbell, it's all too easy to get an official to do what he wants. Especially for a rich person.

You was refreshed, handed the bag containing the task to Marchia, and turned to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Laura called out to him.

"Where to go, of course to the hotel. You're the ones who want to intern. Let's do our best. Boys and girls. ”

threw down a line that seemed to be in a youth novel, and left with a cheerful smile.

This is their task. Of course, I can't be so uninteresting to interfere. Then they will not get the experience. Why Sarah implemented this [special internship] in Class 7 is understandable.

That's the guerrilla's philosophy. If you want to protect the land, you must walk on it yourself. Although the expressions are very different, the meaning is the same. It is necessary to take a walk in person, take a look, and understand the customs, so that when there is a problem again, you can take the fastest solution.

It seems that Sarah and Olivier are full of hope for this seventh class.

Olivier gave a shallow taste of the idea of lobbying for Class 7.

It doesn't matter about status, it doesn't matter about rank. Would love to try it, a class that both the nobles and commoners of the empire had. Moreover, I would like to try the possibility of the fusion of the aristocratic faction and the plebeian faction of the empire.

That's why Class 7 will have Jusis, who was born in a big aristocracy, and Marchia, who hates aristocrats very much, in terms of identity, it can be said that it encompasses all types of identity. The son of a great nobleman (Jussis), a commoner (Emma), the son of a politician (Marchias), a foreigner (Gaius), the son of a general (Eliot), the lawless (Faye and Zeno), a guerrilla (Sarah), a warrior queen (Laura), a child of an ordinary minor nobleman (Riene).

Such a group of people is basically the status quo of the empire. Probably Olivier wanted to see if this group of people could merge together. He had his own unique political philosophy, and he did not support the aristocracy to continue to maintain the old system. Nor is it in favor of reformist reforms. What he hoped for was a third way.

However, this has nothing to do with swimming.

You's departure left the already solemn atmosphere in the space, leaving only the two of them, Marcia Yass and Elliot, who looked like puppies abandoned by their owners. The poor two fellow sympathetic people looked at each other, and both read sympathy in each other's eyes.

I have to say, these two people really don't have the confidence to shock the other three!!

Without You Chensi, the atmosphere was obviously stiffened, and even the propaganda minister, who talked a lot, could see it. I immediately made an excuse to take the students to the guest room.

The Lord's Pavilion is large, like a fortress handed down from hundreds of years ago, and has a building structure that combines both military and living functions. For example, the roads in the building are intricately divided, divided into narrow aisles and wide halls. Basically, each hall has more than ten aisles connected to it, making it look like a small parade ground. I guess I thought about what to do when dealing with foreign invasions.

In an era when battles were largely fought by swords, making the corridors small was the best way to delay the enemy's attack. This architectural style with a great sense of the times makes Laura a little kind. I feel that I am wearing the old knight's armor now, and I originally had a straight body, but now it is even straighter.

Along the way, the atmosphere was relatively quiet, perhaps because of this ancient architectural style, which brought them a wordless sense of historical heaviness. I hope so.

Marcchia keenly noticed that although this was a lord's hall, there were very few people. The corridor was very narrow, but it accentuated the emptiness of the place, because it was such a small and inescapable place that they did not even see a single servant. If it weren't for the fact that the lord deliberately arranged them in a lot without a servant, then there was only one possibility.

This lord's hall is pitifully crowded.

Combined with the previous statement of "reviving the Winster family" said by Carlos's propaganda minister, the story of the Winster family, Marchia felt that he could understand it somewhat. Is it a declining aristocracy......

The propaganda minister led everyone around and around, and finally came to a large military house. He also gave everyone a flat map to prevent them from getting lost.

"I'm sorry, but I want to keep the monument as it is, so I'm afraid the living conditions won't be too good."

Although everyone wanted to interpret his words as polite, they couldn't do it anyway.

Barracks, as the name suggests, soldiers' quarters. In ancient times, there was no humanism, and the status of a soldier was basically a consumable, would you care if the books on your bookshelf were comfortable or not? That's it. In the already small space, four bunk beds occupy almost half of the room, and the remaining half is a table and chairs, plus a wardrobe and a weapons cabinet, and the space for movement is really small.

Laura noticed, though, that the windows were made high and small. The windows do not have a direct view of the bed and table. The table is located right next to the door, and the surface of the table is made of wood, but the back is covered with a layer of iron.

Well...... The windows are high and small, so that you can't see the table and bed, so that you can't be spied on and assassinated. The table is facing the door, and the inside is iron, I am afraid that in consideration of the worst-case scenario, if someone enters the barracks, he can directly kick the table down as a cover.

It's really intoxicating medieval pragmatism.

Laura thought so.

Fei looked at her with admiration in her eyes, and snorted inexplicably.

Laura has been angry with Faye again, and of course she will not miss this small detail.

"What's wrong with you? Why hum? ”

“…… It's nothing. ”

Fei silently turned her eyes sideways. Seeing this, Laura frowned. Marcia and Elliot hurried to one side, trying to distract them.

"Hmph, it's obviously all combat stuff, why do you like this, and you hate it?"

At this moment, the unruly voice complained slightly.

The already tense air completely erupted because of this simple sentence. Laura was silent, Faye was silent, and Elliot and Marchia were directly stunned, not knowing how to react.

Carlos Minister of Propaganda? He ran early.

Zeno, the initiator, didn't cause big trouble at all, put his hands behind his head, and sat down on a bed with an indifferent face, even if the mattress was made, there was still a muffled sound.

It can be seen that this bed is absolutely not comfortable to sleep on.

But now is not the time to care if the bed is comfortable or not!

Something big is going to happen, okay?

Laura, an upright person, how could she be indifferent when she heard such a mocking tone from Zeno?! I saw her silently close her eyes, take a deep breath, and preach like a storm, it's coming.

Laura is a swordsman of integrity, a swordsman of too much integrity. This is somewhat similar to Noelle before it. With an absolute sense of justice, it is simply believed that what is wrong is wrong, that it should not exist, and that it should be corrected. Therefore, although she does not hate the force of Faye and Zeno, she hates their status as chasseurs.

The barracks are inhabited by soldiers, people who legitimately use force for the sake of the country. It's different from a hunter who raises his sword for his own selfish desires! Laura wanted to say that.

"Ahh Yes, yes, Elliot, let's take a look at our internship commission! I'm really looking forward to it, ahaha......"

Marchia held up the file bag in his hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Elliot immediately leaned over and echoed: "Yes, yes, Marchia, I hope it's not a difficult task for a strong man." ”

When Laura and Faye heard the task, their attitudes softened a little, and they came over silently. Zeno also reluctantly came over, and the five of them opened the file bag together.

Marchia and Elliot looked at each other and sighed together: they had finally let them go for a while.

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On the other side, Yu Tatsumi left the Lord's Pavilion and went directly to the hotel.

His mission is to protect these children from accidents, not to keep them from crises and challenges. How so? Similar insurance? When it is critical, you will go to the rescue, but when it is not "critical", it is not necessary.

Again, let them think for themselves. When he was with the support department, You had this attitude, although he was helping Lloyd analyze the situation, but he rarely directly intervened in their actions. Only by thinking about yourself and working hard can the final result be your own. Otherwise, it's just You Tatsumi who gets the exercise.

The inn is easy to find, although it is also a stone house, but there is a wooden board with a bed on it, and you can tell at a glance that this is a hotel.

However, You forgot to ask...... Which hotel did Yue and Rui go to...... At least, I went to a hotel in that city.

Since it is a place where sightseeing elements such as ruins and sea views are used as a selling point, of course, the main crowd is tourists. When there are more tourists, the number of hotels will naturally increase. Because Tolista, Crossbell, and the number of inns are very small...... The result is taken for granted.

When I asked the innkeeper, I found out that there were more than 50 inns here...... And that's just the number of hotels in this one major city......

Just as You remembered this mistake in her mind and was about to explore these hotels one by one, she suddenly noticed an inconspicuous sign in the corner.

That's a common mark among killers. It means dove. The meaning of the pigeon is peace, and the killer world has extended it: it left no trace and was not discovered, and the task was completed peacefully.

That's certainly not what it means here, right?

You turned to the shopkeeper and asked, "Is there an inn here with 'pigeon' or 'pigeon' in its name?" ”

"Uh......h If you have to say it......"

The shopkeeper thought about it for a long time, and finally thought about it, and said with some uncertainty: "I didn't bring the pigeon directly, I have to say, the gray feather hotel has something to do with it, right?" ”

Gray feathers, indeed, are reminiscent of a flight-like, feathered creature like a pigeon, and it is not incomprehensible. You expressed his gratitude, gave the boss a little tip, and set off towards his destination. (To be continued.) )