The news of Sarcomo being invited to tea by the General Tax Administration soon spread throughout the empire, and the news was transmitted with an unimaginable speed, and there must have been someone behind it. And the purpose of this promoter is obvious, his purpose is to shake people's hearts. As the main cadre of the Rennes family, Sarcomo was taken away, which has dealt an extremely serious blow to the forces of the Rennes family.

In particular, after the loss of Sarcomo, the leader and leader of the party, many people in the industrial and commercial party have begun to worry about the future. Does Empress Pars dare to move Sarcomo mean that she thinks she is enough to suppress possible emergencies and use strong means to suppress Wren and bow her head?

The brutality of political struggles is not necessarily known to ordinary civilians or even to the lower privileged classes, and their level is too low to know much about the cruel and brutal oppositional struggle of the upper classes. The higher the position, the more unstoppable the fight, no one will leave anyone any chance, be sure to hit the key point with one blow, and ensure that the opponent dies.

The people implicated are equally miserable, the Orlando family has always been good at playing political struggles, they have no tradition of mercy, and since the industrial and commercial party is listed in the scope of the attack, then the Queen of Pars will certainly not let anyone go.

In the face of the unknown that the future is full of fog, some businessmen who are not deeply involved in the matter have already retreated, and the entire industrial and commercial party has become a mess in an instant. The intervention of the State Administration of Taxation made this panic spread to the entire industrial and commercial party, and everyone did not know whether they would become the target of the first round of attacks, so they could only desperately find a way to talk to the big people and get themselves out of this whirlpool.

Actually, you can't blame them, they are not politicians, they are just businessmen. Businessmen are always looking for profit, not an ideal or a lofty goal. Nor do they have the ability to abandon their lives or anything else for the sake of a great and sacred dream.

There was also a slight commotion on the part of the Workers' Party, and no one knew how wide the attack would be, but the leader of the Workers' Party remained silent in the midst of the uproar.

There are still many people who are silent.

"Bethel, has Wren been in contact with you recently?", in the courtyard of the palace garden, Bethel followed closely behind Empress Pars, one step after another, neither rushing forward nor falling too far behind, always maintaining enough respect and humility.

After the beginning of spring, the whole garden comes alive, and the emerald green shoots emerge from the gray-green branches, making the spring even stronger. Some of the early-blooming flowers decorate the green world with baby pink, which makes people feel refreshed, and take a deep breath to feel that the air is sweet and lively.

Bethel was still in awe of Her Majesty, but he could only keep his opinion on the gardeners in the palace. Such a perfect courtyard is actually trimmed to this bird-like, it is a waste of such a perfect environment.

He was a little absent-minded, so far away and too long away from the center of power, that he was no longer so sensitive to politics.

Even if he is now the Minister of the Imperial Ministry of National Security, the power is not in his hands, he is like a mascot who goes to and from work every day, and he has to imagine himself as a minister with great power, which is really ...... Comical!

The wandering thoughts returned to his head, and he lowered his head slightly to show his humility, "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Rennes has not contacted me, and I don't think he will contact me if he wants to contact the Ministry of Security, he will contact Nietzsche." ”

Pars paused, and Bethel immediately stopped.

Empress Pars tilted her head slightly, the corner of her eye swept across his face, and Bethel suddenly felt a subtle pinprick on his face, "Do you know the dragon?"

Dragons? Of course you do.

"Did you know that dragons are incapable of flying for a long time after they are born?", Pars continued as he walked, "until the moment the adult dragon drops its young offspring off the cliff, the young dragons will be courageous in fear of falling, flapping their wings that have not been used since birth, and soaring through the sky. ”

"Courage can make a dragon flap its wings and make people take the first step. The first step is very important, taking it is a new beginning, and if you can't get past it......", she sneered, "Then it's better to fall to death!"

Rather than Bethel has been silent for a long time, it doesn't mean that he has forgotten how to interpret politics. Empress Pars had made it very clear, almost very bluntly, that she would support him in seizing real power in the Ministry of State Security.

But there is a prerequisite for all this, and that is to take the first step...... Empress Pars is his back, but he must also show the courage and ability to get the Empress to support him.

He owes a debt and looks determined.

When Bethel returned from the palace, his whole body changed dramatically, and he suddenly realized that he could be afraid of Wren, but he should not be afraid of Nietzsche or anyone else.

As he was leaving, Empress Pars's words were still echoing in his head - you are a nobleman, right?!

Yes, I'm a nobleman, why should I be afraid of people who don't even have titles? Is it just because they're Wren's dogs?

It seems that it is the first time that he has walked into the Ministry of State Security with his head held high and his nostrils facing the sky, and the hall that used to make him feel boring and busy, at this time, under different angles and moods, he can see a certain rhythm.

Greetings were constantly being made, whether it was superficial or sincere, he didn't smile and nod as usual, but walked to his office without squinting.

The moment he sat down in his chair and pressed his hands to the edge of the table, an ambition struck.

"Let Nietzsche come here. He instructed that as a minister, he must have a clerk, whether he needs to work or not.

The clerk was nineteen years old, a little girl, who came in through connections, and the job was leisurely and at the same time prominent, for which she gave up a lot of things. She paused for a moment, and for the first time Bethel felt something called majesty in his tone. The little girl, who had little experience, immediately trotted to the other end of the corridor and knocked on the door of Nietzsche's office.

It's like the minister's office. The spacious office was crammed with a dozen staff members who were reporting and recording Nietzsche's approval. Every day, Nietzsche had to deal with important information from all parts of the empire, analyze it, and come up with a relatively reasonable solution.

Nietzsche glanced up at the little girl, who knew that the little girl had come in through the connections of an earl, and that she would give a little face. He put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Something?"

The little girl was a little nervous, and nodded again and again, "The minister asked you to go." ”

Nietzsche frowned, he looked around, and said with a smile: "Don't you see that I'm busy? Last time, Wren severely punished him for the "way of getting along" between him and the minister, and he also understood that he was really a little rampant in the past, and now he is much more low-key.

The little girl ran to the other end of the corridor and replied slightly breathlessly: "Your Excellency, Chief Nietzsche said that he could not come here until he had finished his official business. ”

Bethel nodded noncommittally with an expressionless face, and after about two or three breaths, he said: "Go and tell Nietzsche that you must come now, and let the captain and deputy captain of the Ministry of Security guard come too." ”

The little girl's face was a little pale, and although she didn't quite understand what was going on, it didn't prevent her sixth sense from telling her that something big might be happening.

More than twenty minutes later, Nietzsche walked in slowly, with an apologetic smile on his face, and explained his behavior with a haha, "There is too much work at hand, I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I'm late." ”

After he finished speaking, he found that the captain and deputy captain of the guard team were standing by the door, looking at Bethel with some confusion, and he felt that the atmosphere today was a little abnormal.

Before he could further probe what was going on, Bethel spoke, "Chief Nietzsche, I formally inform you that from now on, your duties have been relieved, please pack up your personal belongings at once, and leave here immediately." ”

Nietzsche stared at Bethel with wide eyes, his heart pounding, and the smile on his face gradually retracted and became a little hideous, "Minister, you're not joking, are you? ”

Bethel pushed the table and stood up, leaning forward slightly, showing unparalleled aggression for the first time. He raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to point at Nietzsche far away, making Nietzsche feel that this finger seemed to poke at him from such a distance, "First, I'm not joking with you. His expression was extremely serious and serious, and the momentum that exploded in an instant made Nietzsche feel a little difficult to breathe, "Second, get out immediately after packing up your things!"

The fat on Nietzsche's face trembled, and his eyes were fierce, "You have no right to do this, my position was appointed by the Marquis!"

Bethel took a deep breath and straightened his upper body, he pinched his sword collar with both hands, tugged hard, and gently swept his right hand on the noble medal on his left chest, "No, I have this power, I am the minister of security, not Wren!", as he said that, he looked at the captain and deputy captain of the guard team on the side, and shook his hand, "After watching him pack his things, send him out!"