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Durin had always been very careful to talk to Maggs, an old man who had been immersed in politics all his life, and his wisdom, especially political wisdom, was hard to guess. Just as when he just sat down, Maggs told him that the reason why this matter settled so quickly was because Maggs had made a move, and he had pressed this matter down to protect him.

Durin's first reaction at that time was to breathe a sigh of relief, logically speaking, what a person of Magus's status said, there would definitely not be too many false things, not that there was none, but it was absolutely impossible for more than half of them to be false. Maybe Durin solved the trouble in his own way, and Maggs also helped solve some of the troubles, but he took care of it all on himself and so on.

But just as Durin opened his mouth to thank Mags for his affection, a question suddenly popped up in his mind, if he thanked Mags, did it mean that he admitted to Mags that he was indeed the main "criminal" in the Namirinders attack?

Magus didn't even need evidence or witnesses, and by virtue of his status and prestige in the Empire, people would be "impartial" on their side when people chose whether Durin was lying or Mags was lying.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, the prime minister of an empire would not lie in front of the public, and it was impossible to frame a young Gualt in such a way as to damage his own credibility, then it must be Duhrin who was lying.

So his mouth opened, and he said something else, a word that did not admit all this.

As Dühring had speculated, he did not admit it, and Maggs would not have fabricated the fact that Dühring admitted, because he was the prime minister, an aristocrat, and the leader of the new party. His dignity and personality did not allow him to do such a thing, even if they both knew it.

For the rest of the conversation, Durin had been careful to see if there were any traps or anything like that in Maggs's words, and he tried to avoid questions that he couldn't tell in a way that seemed certain but was actually vague.

Maggs also noticed this, and how Durin was doing, he could feel it in just four sentences. Since Durin was on his guard, there was no need for Maggs to say things he shouldn't have said. The two talked for a while, Mags sat on the chair and took a sip of the flower tea, "Do you have anything else to do in the afternoon?", Dulin shook his head, he came to see Mags, "Then you should go around and see if you can move some things from the imperial capital to Otis City." Your side is building very well, and the Imperial Diet has also submitted a bill, and we intend to establish three more special regions."

This was telling Durin that you could get out of here, and Durin got up to say goodbye and left, watching him walk a long way before a guy sitting in the corner on the other side came over.

This person has a stereotypical face, even the wrinkles on his face seem to be carved out of a knife, he wears very decent clothes, there are no bells and whistles, and at a glance people can see that he has a very special temperament, noble temperament.

He sat down in the chair where Durin had just sat down, his expression was calm, but it gave people the impression that he was very serious, "He does look very smooth, and he dodges several questions very well, so that people can't find anything wrong." But this kind of person is also difficult to control, he has too many ideas of his own, are you sure he can do the things you want to do?"

"Barr!", Magus sighed lightly, one of his hands pressed on the book, and subconsciously touched the foreskin of the book's dermis, "Our time is running out, I'm old, you're old, we can't look at this empire for a lifetime, we always need to pick out a capable person." ”

When a politician gets old, his only value is to be defeated by the young politician and withdraw from politics gloomily. This is not actually a failure, but a great inheritance, only in this way can we ensure that each generation of high-level leaders have outstanding ability and vision, even if they cannot expand the territory, at least they can hold the current situation. ”

"Dühring was a very thoughtful man, and it was evident from the case of Old John that he had a good deal with these capitalists, which is exactly what we need most at the moment. ”

Barr was a little surprised, "Do you really think he can be a dagger to stab the heart of the power of capital?"

"No!", Maggs smiled mysteriously, "the one that stabbed him in the back." ”

In fact, Maggs himself is well aware that the power of capital has swelled to the point where no one can check and balance, except for the greater power of capital. It's a very dangerous infinite loop, and from the day the dog cage is opened, it's destined that they will always be able to stand in a passive defensive situation. It is no longer the era of feudal ignorance hundreds of years ago, with a word from the royal family, the nobles of each territory can suppress the merchants in their own territories, regardless of whether they have done bad things or not.

This is an era of freedom, and if there is still a level of violence to bring about this, as before, the whole world will see the imperial joke, followed by wars in the financial sphere, and riots.

The power of capital can only be induced and restricted, but it cannot be eliminated forever.

Barr laughed too, and he joked, "Aren't you afraid that your dagger will be stabbed in the wrong place? More than once in history, someone has injured himself while playing with a dagger, and that is the most fatal." ”

"I'm very relieved of this, Durin is an unruly child, he always leaves a lot of troublesome things, as long as he messes around, you can send him directly on the road!"

"I don't know if you've heard what he said, I think it makes a lot of sense. ”

"Everyone is equal before the law!"

When Doolin returned to Otis, Dove told him that someone had called him three times in the past two days, and each time he picked it up for a while and hung up, and then called again, each time he would dial three times in a row, but he didn't say a word.

Doryn sent Dove off and closed the door to his office, dialing a federal number, and the phone was dialed in a few moments, but no one was talking.

"I'm Du Lin, I just came back from the imperial capital, what happened?"

After a pause for a moment, an urn sounded, "That lame man named Lapuan came to contact Line 3 again, he seems to be very interested in Line 3's life experience, and they drank together at night, do you want me to interfere?"

"Lapian, let someone find out where this man is coming from, you just have to keep an eye on him, you can try to arrange an action, see if he has anything in his wallet that we need. After Du Lin finished speaking, he hung up, he knew that the identity of the person who called was very special, he couldn't talk for a long time, and there was nothing to be unhappy about.

On the contrary, he was very interested in this man named Lapuan, and there was no doubt that the other party must have been chasing the gold robbery. Except that the batch of gold that Dulin took out at the beginning was a bit of a problem, the rest was no longer a problem. He had almost seventeen million gold left in the vault of the Imperial Central Bank, and most of the gold sold in the jewelry stores now came from the mines in the western part of the empire, and the procedures were completely legal.

There is only one person who has traced this line, and that is Ampe, but Amp is dead, who will this cripple be, is it Ampe's successor?

In the evening, Mr. Lapuan and Mr. Tuckers walked out of the bar shoulder to shoulder, and under Mr. Lapuan's casual pandering, Mr. Tuckers had taken him as his best friend. Mr. Tuckers' wife was not at home when she returned home, and Mr. Tuckers himself said that she could not stand the rapid cooling weather, and had already gone to the south with her best friend for the summer.

Every year in winter, a cold snap from the north sweeps everything and quickly lowers the temperature to the point where people have to wear cotton clothes. This is not a good season for some well-off girls and women, who prefer the south, which does not need to wear a lot of clothes. In addition, in the Federation, workers at this level of high society will have a long annual leave, and now is a good time for them to go on vacation in the South.

Not long after, Mr. Tuckers freshened up and fell on the bed and snored, and Amp, who had been "asleep", opened his eyes and sat up, his eyes completely devoid of the drunkenness he had just had. He put on his socks, stood up without making a sound, limped to the door, and gently opened the door of the guest room.

He purposefully touched the outside of the study on the first floor, and easily opened the door of the study with a set of lockpicking tools that were said to have been invented by a very famous thief in the underground world. He didn't turn on the light, but after closing the door, he took out a small object from his pocket that looked like a self-defense stab, and turned the switch, and the beam of light shot out of the lens in an instant.

So, get to work!

He carefully examined every drawer of the only desk in the study, and then set his sights on the bookcase.

Early in the morning, Mr. Tuckers came back from ordering two servings of food from the diner, and he was a little surprised to see Mr. Lapuan, "Didn't you have a good night's rest last night?

Amp immediately shook his head, "No, I'm resting well, and it has nothing to do with drinking, I kind of recognize the pillow", he explained that if he didn't sleep on his beloved pillow, he would sometimes wake up easily in the middle of the night.

When he was done, Mr. Tuckers nodded and accepted his statement, "I know, it's a disease, a mental illness!"

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