"Honey, you look grumpy. Tutat's wife looked at her husband, who was constantly walking back and forth, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it a matter of work?"

Tutat jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes looking at his wife, and the hideous and twisted expression on her face startled her. He moved his lips nervously, without making the slightest sound, and walked around the room with his head down.

He's really going crazy!

When he interrogated Sarcomo in the evening, he used almost all the punishments he thought were terrible, but he still could not break Sarcomo's mouth, and the old thing was once again fainted from the pain, and the interrogation ended hastily. As Sarcomo said, he didn't dare to kill that old thing, not at all. Killing Sarcomo is tantamount to helping Wren cover up some of his secret things, and at the same time, he will also become the one who ultimately bears the blame.

The most important thing is that not only His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief and Her Majesty the Empress of Pars will not protect him, but Wren will also try his best to solve him.

He now regretted taking on this task, he thought that dealing with a businessman with his identity was not a matter of handy, but he did not expect Sarcomo to be so difficult, and the difficulty was beyond everyone's expectations. Even His Excellency the Chief seemed to have a faint trace of regret lingering in his tone, and he must have felt that this matter had become tricky.

Man, already offended, if he can't come up with enough evidence to convict Sarcomo, to convict Wren, then he is dead. Not only him, but his family, his family, are all dead!

But the problem now is that Sarcomo is willing to die and is unwilling to speak, and he has no way to deal with this old thing that does not eat hard or soft.

And this time, the problem is of a very different nature from those in the past. Neither Sarcomo himself nor Wren are small characters, they all represent great power, and in order to convict them, they must come up with real evidence. Otherwise, with so many years of work experience, it would be enough to fabricate some evidence.

But not this time, without real evidence, it will never be possible to bring down a party leader and a golden aristocrat.

He kicked over the sofa, tilted his head to look at his wife, and took as deep a breath as he could to calm himself, "Go, pack up your things, and leave the imperial capital immediately with the children." Isn't your hometown in the south? Take the children and go to your hometown immediately and hide. ”

His wife was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on her face, "Why are you leaving, why are you leaving now?

Political dumping is never a joke, and people can die anytime and anywhere. The higher the level of struggle, the more fierce the fate of the loser. Look at the once famous nobles in the imperial capital, how many of them can still save their lives after losing the political struggle?

No!

After the defeat of all the great nobles, along with their families, they turned into dust, but the struggle between those small families could still have the possibility of ending with a handshake.

Despite reluctance to admit it, Tutat nodded, "Yes, it's more troublesome than you think." ”

Wren must have known everything that happened in the imperial capital, so he would definitely rush back as soon as possible. He also knew that Empress Pars had changed the guards of the Iron Wall Pass, but he did not think that he could resist Rennes, because behind the Iron Wall Pass was Ortlenburg.

No one has ever dared to underestimate Ortlenburg, especially after it was because of Rennes. All it takes is Wren's order to dare to attack the Iron Wall Pass inside and outside. It seems that Empress Pars's replacement of the guards at the Iron Wall Pass is a very wonderful move, but in fact it is definitely the most stupid move. It is precisely because of this move that the contradiction between Rennes and the royal family will be intensified.

But now it's too late to say anything, because the script has been out of the grip of "their" and is heading in an unknown direction.

Tutat's wife also understood the seriousness of the matter, and immediately began to pack her things, two children, one older and one young, a boy and a girl, standing aside rubbing their eyes, inexplicably watching the bandaged father walk around, and the mother who packed up her clothes.

They may be able to realize something, or they may not know what kind of changes are taking place in this family, which is envied and envied by outsiders.

Early the next morning, a horse-drawn carriage departed quickly from the Jinhuan District, heading south without looking back.

Tutat had cleaned himself up, and as soon as he reached the gate of the General Administration of Taxation, he saw several nobles gathered around him and looked at him. He subconsciously nodded his head to show his respect, but the other party's indifferent attitude made his scalp tingle slightly. He looked at those people from time to time, walked into the General Administration of Taxation, and couldn't help but glance at the group of people outside the door when he was in the hall.

"Who are they?", Tutat called out to a hall staff member and raised his chin at the door, "Standing here early in the morning?"

The staff knows Tuttat, and there are three deputy directors of the General Administration of Taxation, among which Tutat is the most popular. The young staff immediately bowed and said hello before answering Tutat's question, "They're Presbyterians." ”

"Elders?", Tutat nodded and motioned for the young man to leave, and he himself ascended to his office on the second floor in a daze.

Casually throwing the bag he was carrying on the table, taking off his trench coat and hanging it on the hanger, he walked behind the table and was about to sit down when he suddenly moved, walked to the window again, and looked at the group of nobles at the gate of the General Administration of Taxation.

The Council of Elders is a very painful institution, even if these old things no longer have power, but their sons and grandsons are still the patriarchs and heads of each family. Empress Pars took away their authority, and as a result, the group of fellows ran rampant through the imperial capital even more brazenly. In the past, they may have to choose what to do or not to do because of the need to save face and compromise their interests.

But now, there is nothing they dare not reach out.

Patting his cheek, Tutat sat back down at the table, opened the file he had read countless times, and looked very carefully from the first line. This is all information about Sarcomo, and he needs to find a breakthrough point from it, and even though he hasn't found anything for half a month, he still needs to do it. Maybe with a flash of inspiration, he will be able to discover something that he has previously overlooked.

The document is very long, and what is now certain is that Sarcomo's fortune is far from being as above board as it is known, and he used many small means to force some merchants to pay him a great fortune because they could not trade according to the contract, and these merchants went bankrupt. These things are indeed enough if they are used to toss those ordinary merchants, but they are still lacking when dealing with Sarcomo.

Including the tax vouchers he paid in Alexandria, he really took out a lot of them.

This is a cunning man, and from his past deeds, there is hardly any way to attack him.

Even the most likely piece of history was overshadowed by a pardon issued by the Empress Pars herself.

This damn guy!

Before he knew it, it was noon, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of his office.

"Come in!", he rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, relieving the fatigue of a morning of overusing his brain.

A young clerk stood respectfully outside the door and bowed slightly, "Your Excellency the Deputy Chief, Your Excellency the Chief Minister, please go now." ”

Tutat nodded, "I see, I'll go now." ”

He cleaned up all the papers scattered on the table, stacked them together, and immediately got up and walked towards the third floor, thinking about what means to use to break the current situation as he went. He even considered whether to threaten the old creature with Sarcomo's family, which was a bit dishonorable, but if it did come to the last step, he would have to do it.

Pushing open the door of the chief's office, he was slightly startled by the sight of several people, who were the same people from the presbytery who had gathered outside the door in the morning. He nodded again, bowed slightly, and walked in.

The General Director of the State Administration of Taxation is a middle-aged man in his forties, who has all the characteristics of a middle-aged man who is a Desi man, and exudes a mellow masculine charm all over his body. He looked at Tutat and raised his hand to introduce him, "These are members of the Presbyterian Church, and they have come to our General Tax Office this time because someone has reported that we have violated the regulations of the nobility. And that's where you go. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the nobles of the Council of Elders, "This is Deputy Chief Tutat, if you have any questions, you can ask him directly." ”

"Your Excellency Deputy Tuttat, is it true that you have been reported that you have violated the regulations of the Nobility Ordinance regarding the declaration of immunity of nobility?"

What are you stepping on?

Tutat had been using his brain all morning, and at this time, his brain was faintly swollen and painful, and he didn't understand what the other party was saying. But in the next second, his eyes suddenly widened, and he realized that the counterattack from the Rennes Group had arrived!

He immediately shook his head and insisted: "There is no such thing, the process of handling any case is recorded, but I have always been strict with myself, abide by the legal system of the empire, and have never done anything beyond my personal authority." ”

"But now there are reports that you have ignored Baron Sarcomo's declaration of immunity and have used very harsh means to physically harm him, do you admit it?"

Tutat looked ugly like someone had died in the family, and I admit you were paralyzed!