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In Harrence City, in the lord's study, Neisha, who had been married for almost a month, already had a trace of the majesty and luxury of a viscountess, and she was holding a report from the guard office and bowing her head to think at the moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was the first time she had dealt with territorial affairs, and although her father had deliberately raised her before, he had not let her deal with any government affairs alone.

Wren, who already had the title of knight, remained motionless in the next position, and the castle steward and chief of the guard felt that there was pressure in front of the viscountess, even in front of Gray.

This may be because Gray grew up watching him, and this lady is a big man in Wren's heart, which makes Wren, who is a small citizen himself, feel even more majestic.

"Union," Neysha said silently, "a fresh word, what does that mean?" ”

Hearing this, Wren carefully organized his language, "Madam, this is a kind of self-organized group of various trades in Harrence City, each group has its own representative, and they call it the President. ”

"Citizens' organization?" Neisha bit her lip and frowned in thought.

According to the information detected by the secret agents of the security department, the remnants of the former nobles of Harrence City have now sneaked back into the city, and are contacting the main personnel of the various trade unions in the city, and they are secretly planning something.

"Do these people have armed forces?" Nesha's face changed.

Wren immediately shook his head, "No!"

"Sir!" Nesha had already stood up, "Don't be so sure, there are many kinds of weapons, don't forget, bamboo spears are also weapons, there are too many of them, too dangerous!"

Neysha was a little unhappy with Wren's arbitrariness, and the ability of the chief of the guard was indeed to be examined, but the knight was extremely loyal.

"But, ma'am, there is nothing we can do to suppress it, there are many members of the union, and he covers the craftsmen of the whole city, and the hawkers and merchants of all trades!" Wren cautiously reminded the young hostess.

Hearing this, Nesha was stunned for a moment, she instantly understood the power involved, and she couldn't imagine what would happen to Harrence City if those rebels really talked about these so-called union members.

A dangerous organization! As the ruler, Neisha could feel the danger of such an organization, and she felt that these people were even more dangerous than the bandits outside the city.

"Madame, you should speak to Maester Peth, who has a deep acquaintance with these union leaders, and who often goes to the civilian quarters to give lectures to the children!" Wren gave a piece of advice.

Nesha's eyes lit up, and she remembered what her husband had said, if something happened, she could talk to this scholar and Knight Reina, and she hurriedly said, "Then go and ask Master Peth..."

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Night fell quickly.

At night, the rest of Harrence City is quiet except for taverns, brothels and casinos, but most of these places are used by mercenaries, and the locals only occasionally go for a pastime.

As a result, once the city of Harrence falls silent, the city becomes extremely silent, with only the occasional patrolling city guard passing by with torches to scare a few wild cats who are looking for food at night.

The civilian area, a small three-story building, this small building is very decently built, even more magnificent than the villas in the aristocratic quarter, but the overall look is very simple.

It was the home of a handicraft workshop owner, whose name was Barron, and because he was almost fifty years old, people called him Barron Sr., and he was the president of the largest union in the city of Harrons, the Crafts Workshop Guild.

The interior of this small building is also very plainly decorated, but it gives people a simple and elegant feeling.

He had a banquet at his house to-day for the president of the workers' union, and after the meal, they went to the study like nobles with a glass of red wine in their hands and discussed their little secrets.

"What do you think?" the president of the workers' union was named Eyler, a middle-aged man with thousands of workers under his command and a wide network of contacts for whom he could find work, but he would take a tenth of the workers' remuneration as an intermediary fee.

Old Barron looked puzzled, "What do you think about?"

Hearing this, Eller first looked at Barron seriously, then walked to the window, looked at the dark alley outside, and then returned to the sofa and sat down, he lowered his voice, "That's what those nobles said, as long as we succeed, we will become real nobles, so that we don't have to worry about the family property being embezzled on that day!"

"I warn you, those people are rebels now!" Barron's face was calm, and his tone was very, very flat.

"As long as they take the city, they are not rebels!"

Old Barron smiled, he picked up his glass, looked at Eller sitting across from him through the crimson wine, and asked, "So, in this case, have you thought it through?"

"Of course!" Eller's eyes revealed greed, "I have already sent someone to investigate, there are only two hundred guards in the castle, and there are only five hundred guards in the city, and as for the thousands of troops in the barracks, they are not even fully equipped, and they even use bamboo spears during training, which is not much different from us!"

"Attacking a castle is not about numbers, old friend!" Barron, who had fought several wars between lords in his youth, knew how complicated it was to attack a castle.

"In a word, what do you do? As long as you nod your head and equip me to prepare, the person who rushes to the front is also my person, what do you think?"

Eller seemed to lose patience, and he took a sip of the red wine from his glass, regaining his original nature.

Barron just laughed, but didn't speak.

Eller whispered: Old slippery head.

He opened his mouth to persuade again, and suddenly, a shadow flashed out of the shadows behind him, his left hand covered Eller's open mouth hard, and the cold light flashed on his right hand, and a sharp dagger flashed, and the blade of the dagger slashed lightly at Eller's throat.

Before Eller could react, he even had an inquiring look on his face when he felt his mouth covered, followed by a stabbing pain in his throat.

Cold fear instantly struck the president of the workers' union, his eyes first frightened, then resentful, staring at Barron, and he painfully tried to turn his head to see who had done it, but found that his body was stiff and he could not turn his head.

He tried hard to say a word in his mouth, but he couldn't say it clearly, and every time his mouth opened and closed, a large amount of blood sprayed out, and his originally neat clothes were already crimson.

By this time Barron had flashed to the side, and he walked slowly out of the study, and in the hall outside the study, his grandson and granddaughter were bouncing up and down the room, having fun, and they all saw Barron come out, and they all shouted "Grandpa, grandpa!"

Barron touched the heads of his two juniors with a smile, then waved his hand to the butler next to him, and then whispered a few words in the other person's ear.

When he had done this, he sighed to himself, and then he paid no attention to the things in the study, and concentrated on teasing his two grandsons, and at the same time, he thought to himself: I hope that Master Pete is right!

The owner of the handicraft workshop wisely chose to side with the current lord, Viscount Cage, and of course, the price offered by Bachelor Peth played a big role.

Barron was pragmatic, and he immediately chose promises that could be touched.