Outside the meeting room, the Ministry of the Interior had already arranged personnel and waited to escort Swain to the Ministry of the Interior. Two tall, plainclothes guards, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched Sven in the middle and led him outside.

When Swain walked down the hall, the gesture caught everyone's attention. Rank, who had just arrived, was also taken aback by this formation, he came a little late, and he didn't know about the previous conflict between Swain and Niebuhr and the others, seeing Swain looking like he was being caught, expressions of doubt and worry appeared on his face unabashedly.

Niebuhr, who was standing beside Ranke, also saw Ranke's expression, and he asked without moving, "Clemens, do you know that Count Jericho?"

Suddenly asked by Niebuhr coldly, Ranke was almost flattered, although Victoria once complained that Ranke was old enough to be Gladys's grandfather, but in fact, in terms of seniority, Ranke was still a student of Niebuhr. Ranke had the opportunity to become a disciple of Niebuhr before, but for some reason, he was not able to worship under this master.

So, hearing Niebuhr's words and want to ask, Ranke hastened to reply: "I have a relationship with Count Jericho, and the earl's grandfather is the famous Mr. Winston, and he has inherited his grandfather's knowledge very well, so the conversation is quite speculative. ”

After saying this, Rank's face immediately turned cold when he saw Niebuhr. "Oh, is it?" Niebuhr replied lightly, then ignored Rank, and stepped aside to talk to the others.

Ranke froze in place, completely confused by Niebuhr's reaction, unable to figure out where he had offended the senior. The eyes of the people around them looked at Rank, they were still talking and laughing together, but now they all kept a certain distance from Rank, chatting on their own.

Even if he stayed in the study all the year round to study his knowledge, Ranke was not a little hairy boy who was ignorant of the world, and he could see that these people were all made by Niebuhr's attitude. But he still couldn't figure out why Niebuhr suddenly became cold, Ranke didn't think it would be Swain's reason, because he knew that Niebuol also admired Count Winston quite a lot, and Niebuol should favor Swain because of Count Winston's relationship, how could he dislike Sven?

This salon gathering was already a bit boring for Ranke, originally because of his status, he was not very popular in the academic world where aristocratic backgrounds occupied the mainstream, and now he was alienated by his peers, not to mention exchanging academic experiences, even if he greeted others and did not want to fight with him, what did he stay here for?

Filled with depression, Ranke left the Metternich mansion, even though he had only arrived for a short time.

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The building of the Ministry of the Interior is located on Apu Avenue in the northern part of the city, not far from the Cape Cathedral. The building is unique, from the outside, it seems to be no different from a general government building, but in fact, the interior can be said to be arranged like a labyrinth, with zigzag walls dividing the internal structure of the building into small independent spaces, each department has a fixed office area and range of activities, and the stairs on each floor are wrapped by walls quite tightly, almost completely isolating the communication between members of different departments. This style of design is very much in keeping with the secret and serious atmosphere of the Ministry of the Interior, which is terrible not only because it is completely unknown to the general public, but also that even its members do not know each other's identities.

However, not all departments are based here. The Thirteenth Section is under the name of the Ministry of the Interior, but it is like an independent department, outside the system of the Ministry of the Interior, and even the Department is located in Govélenburg, Glamorgan, and there is almost no connection with the Ministry of the Interior.

And the other department, of course, is the Investigation Bureau managed by Herbert.

The Bureau of Investigation has no permanent office and no office in the Ministry of the Interior building, but it is said that this mysterious agency has an extremely secret base for training its new members.

Although he did not have his own place in the building of the Ministry of the Interior, Herbert would still come here through a hidden passage, and in any case, he always had a Beria on his head, and if he did not behave respectfully, the trust of the benefactor would be gone.

The place where Herbert and his men met changed from time to time, but the most used was a bar across from the Home Office building. The background of this bar can be imagined when it can be opened opposite the building of the Ministry of the Interior, but not everyone has the courage to watch a group of secret police officers enter and exit their doors every day. This pub is actually an asset of the Ministry of the Interior and is dedicated to providing a place of contact for members of the Ministry on duty.

Herbert sat in a single room on the second floor, from which he could see everything in front of the Home Office building. He looked out the window and listened to his subordinates' reports.

"What you say is true?" Herbert withdrew his gaze and looked at his men with a solemn expression.

"Yes," the man in black sitting across from Herbert respectfully handed over a document to his superior, "this is the information we have found, and it has been verified several times, and there will be no mistakes." ”

Herbert took the document and read every word carefully, and there were several yellowed written proofs attached to it, which recorded secrets that could never be passed on.

After taking a long time to read the document, Herbert let out a long breath, and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and his head was as empty as he could. This is still the biggest secret he has learned since he became the director of the investigation bureau, and he didn't expect that a small café he usually goes to would have such a shocking secret behind it.

No wonder Beria was so secretive about it that he wouldn't let me investigate it at all. Even though Herbert's mind was relaxed, it was inevitable that he would think about it in his head. I didn't expect that the red windmill shopkeeper had such a deep relationship with the emperor, but fortunately the emperor was lying on the hospital bed now, otherwise if her previous words were overheard by her, then I would be finished.

Despite this, Herbert still felt a little uneasy in his heart, he had not been to that café once or twice, and there were many secret meetings and conversations there. Herbert was not a man to take chances, he just believed that if he didn't do anything, things would only get worse.

After some hesitation, after weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, Herbert finally made up his mind. He slapped the table suddenly, and his gaze became firm again, and even a little fierce in this firmness.

"Get ready to do it!"

The subordinate in front of Herbert froze for a moment, and he still didn't understand what Herbert meant by doing it.

Seeing his subordinates in a daze, Herbert glared at him fiercely and said, "Do you want me to teach you how to do things?"

Seeing his boss's power, the man in black hurriedly lowered his head, he didn't dare to bear Herbert's anger. "But, Director ......," he said with some hesitation, "such a person, we do it to her, really, really, really?"

Herbert picked up the cocktail on the table and threw it at his men. And even if the man in black was splashed with wine, he didn't dare to dodge.

"I give the order, and you have only the obligation to do it. Herbert stared at his subordinates coldly, and the man in black was stared at by this, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, "Or do you think you are more suitable than me to make decisions and be the director?"

"I'm going to prepare!" sweat dripped, and the man in black hurriedly got up to carry out Herbert's order.

Herbert was still sitting in his seat, and his eyes were again looking at the road in front of the Home Office building. Of course, he would not be angry with such a small character, and scare him just to ensure his prestige, so that these subordinates would be more afraid of themselves and work harder for themselves.

Just as his head was full of the reports of his subordinates, several carriages quickly passed Apu Avenue and drove into the Ministry of the Interior. Seeing this scene, Herbert temporarily put aside the worries in his mind and looked at it with all his spirits. He saw the sign of the third lesson on the carriage, and the third lesson has been in the limelight recently, especially the guy named Seresy Daxda, because of the merits of the rebellion against the Weiting and the Southern Legion, even the emperor once asked this person, and the intention of awarding him a medal. However, the emperor suddenly fell ill, and under the tense situation at the time, no one paid attention to the matter in the end.

Herbert saw that the first person to get out of the carriage was the Thressi. He was so recognizable that no one could wrap himself up so tightly in the April weather that Herbert could almost imagine the jingle of the keys under his clothes.

This guy has been lucky lately. Herbert thought, a playful sneer curling into his mouth. It seems that he was sent to carry out some big task, and Beria has a lot of trust in this person, but the most fearful thing about doing this business is to be famous, and to make himself so well known, probably the final outcome will be worth looking forward to.

Herbert thought leisurely, it was impossible to say that he did not have the slightest jealousy of Seresi, after all, his peers were enemies, and the last thing Herbert wanted to see was the appearance of someone in the Ministry of the Interior who could compete with him. However, Herbert was happy to see that Thressi was so famous, and he pursued the principle of secrecy, so he did everything possible to maintain the secrecy of his identity as the director of the investigation, and did not let the outside world know about it at all.

However, when he saw the people coming down from behind the carriage, the smile on his face instantly turned to surprise, and even fear.

In his sight, Swain slowly stepped out of the carriage, although surrounded by the Delmar secret police of the Ministry of the Interior, the figure never knew what it meant to be nervous, and his face was still so calm. Swain also looked up and glanced in Herbert's direction.

Herbert couldn't help but be surprised, the windows of this bar were very decorated outside, generally speaking, the people inside could clearly see the scene outside, but when the people from the outside looked at it, their vision would only be blocked by the intricate decorations on the exterior wall, and they could not see the situation inside.

But even so, Herbert still felt that Swain had really seen him. His mind was extremely uneasy at this moment, not only because of Swain's glance, but also because of this sudden change. Thresy had suddenly brought Swain to the Home Office, and if it wasn't for an explicit arrest, it would be extremely bad news. Herbert, of course, didn't care if Swain lived or died, but he had worked with Swain before, and this cooperation was also approved of by Beria. Now that Swain has been brought here, there must be Beria's meaning in it, and what Belia's attitude is, it is very intriguing.

Thinking of this, Herbert couldn't sit still, he was not a person who could sit and wait for the result, if Beria really wanted to break with Swain, even if there was a relatively friendly cooperation just now, Beria would never leave any mercy. As a contact with Swain, especially if Swain knew his identity as the director of the Investigation Bureau, it was very difficult to say whether Beria would have any thoughts about Herbert.

Herbert hurriedly got up and prepared to go to Beria at once. But as soon as he walked out the door, he hesitated again, if Swain had just been taken to the Ministry of the Interior by Thressy and went to see Beria himself, would he be considered too well-informed?

Herbert stopped, wandering around the bar and not being able to make up his mind for a long time.