Kina reached out and gently scratched the neck of the old fellow who had been with her for many years, knowing that it was the third favorite way to relax - her first and second favorite were the spirits of Hawking and the distilled spirits of the Horsmann region.

Sonia sighed beside her, "Your griffons have the worst temper I've ever seen, full of foul language—our domesticated eagles are all gentle and polite gentlemen and ladies in comparison. ”

"Unfortunately, I'm not an elf, I'm not a druid, and I don't understand what the griffons are saying......" Ginna shook her head, "but I can feel their mood somewhat." ”

"It's okay if you don't understand, if you understand," Sonia said helplessly, "Curse the street with the griffin, these guys can kill your whole family in an instant......"

A low humming sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Sonya's words, and Kina looked up at the sound to see a completed dragoon training plane streak across the sky, flying in the direction of the hangar in the light of the near dusk.

The griffon beside her saw the magic machine flying through the sky, and immediately became emotional, flapping its wings and making an exceptionally loud chirp.

Sonia reached out and patted the raptor on the neck, "Shut up – the machine doesn't have a mother." ”

The corners of Jinna's mouth twitched visibly.

"Starting next year, as dragoons and other types of aircraft are put into service, a considerable number of military griffons will be dismissed or reorganized in batches," Maggie suddenly broke the silence and looked at Kina and said, "Some will be transferred to civilian use, some will be assigned to remote areas, and some will be demoted to second-line troops, if I remember correctly, the griffons domesticated by you dragoon cadets must be the first to be dismissed...... That's probably why it's in a bad mood. ”

“…… I'm going to keep it myself, and I've submitted an application and I've gotten permission from my superiors," Kina said, "and I'll keep it until the day it's completely old." ”

Sonia glanced at the female knight with some surprise: "...... Without relying on allowances and extra income, it is a considerable expense to keep a griffon on your own. And as the commander of the dragoons, your domestication of a private griffin may affect your image in the eyes of civilian soldiers to some extent. ”

"It's been with me for years, and I can't bear to send it to the Southwestern Frontier," Kina smiled faintly and shook her head, "and the Prince family has never had a family member abandon their griffin companions, and I don't want to be the first." As for the trouble that comes with it...... I believe I'm ready. ”

The wooden nest**, the huge bird of prey tilted its head and looked at the female knight seriously for a moment, then stretched out its head and rubbed its beak vigorously against Jinna's hair, making a low grunt.

Jinna stretched out her hand to hug her old partner's neck, with a smile on her face, and looked at the blonde elf in front of her: "Instructor Sonia, what is it talking about now?" ”

Sonya's expression was a little subtle: "It said your mother is alive." ”

Jinna: "......"

The young female knight left the griffon's nest with a strange expression, while Sonia and Maggie stood in place, looking at the training camp area not far away, which had been submerged in the sunset, and Maggie suddenly exhaled softly.

"There should be more than one knight like her...... This era is changing too fast, and there are always some old things that people can't let go of, especially in the knight class who value family traditions," the black-haired dragon woman sighed with some sighs, "It is said that in the Second Combat Corps, officers from traditional knight families and new knight officers will even have antagonism and disagreement because of this, the former will always find a way to carry their coat of arms, while the latter from lower backgrounds will not be used to this, calling it 'the arrogant smell of the old nobility'......"

"The old aristocracy that has lost its privileges and fiefs will inevitably miss what they once had, and inevitably carry the imprint of belonging to the previous era, and the civilian officials who have rapidly risen in status will be particularly disgusted by this, and even because of some antagonistic relations in the past, some of the originally insignificant habits of life between the two classes will become contradictions......" Sonia shook her head, "Originally, the two groups were isolated, and there was almost no possibility of conflict in this regard, However, the new order brought by His Majesty Gawain quickly shortened the distance between the two groups, giving the two groups that had no intersection a chance to have contradictions, and even vent their contradictions...... There's no way around it. ”

The new era is beautiful, but good things always have a price, and the new empire that is prosperous and developing will inevitably have all kinds of hidden dangers.

Sonia wasn't human, but as an elf, she'd been through a thousand years, and she'd seen so much.

"Your Majesty must have foreseen these hidden dangers," Maggie said after a moment of silence, "Let's not think too much about it......

……

Whitsunday Plains, a small town on the west bank of Gorgon, and the town of Feldspar.

The smell of scorching rays and scorching flesh from hot blades wafted into his nostrils, making the gloomy face of the government affairs department official frown, and the middle-aged man in a black wool coat, with a pale complexion and high cheekbones, looked at the family with their hands tied behind their backs, and the look of disgust on his face was undisguised.

Secret Service members in black uniforms and armed with magic guides stood beside him, the blades of the molten swords glowing red in the cold winter wind, carrying a terrifying heat.

"Having concealed the belongings that should have been handed over to the Empire, retained illegal contracts, and refused to enforce the Decree on the Cultivation of Farmland, it seems that the prison is the best place for you, Mr. Scott Colton," said the gloomy official in a cold tone, "perhaps it will wash away the rancid smell of your family." ”

Berman...... You are a communiqué personal vendetta! The man with his hands tied behind his back looked up vigorously, and despite the heavily armed Magical Warriors standing beside him, he still shouted loudly, "You tampered with the documents!" Those non-existent accounts, title deeds, letters...... It's all concocted by you!! ”

"Shut up!" The security guards on the side quickly stepped forward, and the steel arm guard smashed firmly into his face, leaving the latter covered in blood, and the man, who was already injured in many places, almost fainted on the spot.

A woman next to her screamed in horror.

"Put them in the car," the government official known as Berman waved his hand in disgust, "and the others, continue to count what has been confiscated...... These are all grease squeezed out of the poor, and must be put into the treasury and used in the right way. ”

The security guard next to him immediately responded, "Yes, my lord." ”

Bermaner nodded, and couldn't help but smile on his face, but another gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

……

As the sky grew darker, the newly erected Magic Crystal Street Lamps on both sides of the town's streets lit up one by one under the control of the automaton.

At the end of the day, people set foot on their way home under the lights, located near the government office of the former aristocratic district, and a relaxed figure flashed on the brightly lit street.

Bermanr stepped up the stairs in front of the separate dormitory, looked up at the door panes that glowed with warm light, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Pushing open the door to the house that had once belonged to a consultant, the warmth came over him, and Bermanr stepped into the room, closed the door casually, and then took off his cold coat and hung it on a silver hook on the wall near the entrance.

But a strange man's voice suddenly came to his ears, and his movements froze instantly: "Don't be in such a hurry to hang up your coat, Mr. Berman—you're going out soon, and it's much colder outside than inside." ”

Berman's eyes widened at once, his heart pounding in fright, and he looked sharply in the direction from which the voice came, only to see a strange figure in a black uniform emerge in the empty living room a moment ago—a young man with short black hair and a faint smile on his face, wearing a long black trench coat with a tiny silver chain at the neckline, and a red armband embroidered with black eyes on his left arm.

The stranger sat on the couch, and it took less than three seconds for his body to go from illusory to solid, and then he stood up and stretched out his white-gloved right hand to Berman: "As a courtesy for the first meeting, maybe we should shake hands?" ”

"Who are you?" Bermanr exclaimed, "Why are you in my house?!" ”

"Shhhh Come with me, Mr. Berman, we have something to know from you. ”

Berman's pupils constricted instantly, and he finally realized the identity of the young man in front of him, and in the next second, he took a half-step back, turned around and wanted to open the door and rush to the street, but before he could turn the handle, a white-gloved hand pressed his arm.

The self-proclaimed "Crow" MIA operative had somehow stood beside him, and some metal object was pressed against Berman's waist.

Visible sweat dripped, and the government affairs department official exclaimed uncontrollably, "You...... You can't do this! I am loyal to Your Majesty! I have followed him since Kant, and I have done meritorious service in the plain of the Holy Spirit......"

Raven pulled out the special shackles: "I'm sorry, Mr. Berman, I confirm that your name is on the list. ”

"Let go of me! Let me go! Bermanr struggled, but his strength could not break free from the confines of the former royal shadow guard, and he could only cry out in almost despair, "I just did what I had to do!" I am loyal, I am loyal! Take me to Your Majesty...... No, no, no, even if you take me to the director!

"Be merciful! Sir, take me to the Director, who knows me! She knows......

"Okay, okay, okay, send a magic message to the director, there must be some misunderstanding, there must be some ......"

Clicked, the shackled locks closed, and Berman's hands were firmly imprisoned.

The Raven snapped his fingers, and the shadow power invaded the other's vocal cords, finally quieting the chattering man.

Looking at the wide-eyed man in front of him, the dark crow had a hint of pity in his expression: "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, it's the bureau that signed, and an official of the government department like you, who was born in the south and received personal education from His Royal Highness Heti, has an accident, of course, there must be a special order from the highest level." But rest assured that Your Majesty will not allow any form of internal assassination or secret execution, and you will be subject to a public and fair trial, and you will emphasize your loyalty, if they exist, then they will be revealed after the trial. But then again, you should know better than I do what the end result will be.

"Mr. Berman, you have embezzled the belongings of the old noble castles, and you have twisted the execution of orders from the Supreme Government Office, all of which will be made public, and you may become an influential example...... This will at least be your last contribution to the Empire.

"Plus, we'll inform your family in a proper way, and you'll have the opportunity to meet them – unlike you, we're going to strictly enforce the law, so don't worry."

The Raven spoke unhurriedly, and Berman's mouth whined, his eyes filled with fear, remorse, and perhaps, a hint of doubt.

Looking at this look, the Raven just shook his head, stepped forward to open the door, and led Berman to the street.

In the town where it was already night, the magic crystal lamps on both sides of the road emitted bright light, and in the silence of the night, several other figures wearing long black trench coats, red armbands and white gloves slowly walked out of the vicinity of the house.

"Wrap up."

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