St. Hilde's Hill, the hilltop district, the official residence of Rear Admiral Papathy.

A battalion of sailors took over the defense of the surrounding area of the residence, and a patrol of ten men cruised around the residence.

Not far from these sailors were barricades and checkpoints laid by army soldiers.

The atmosphere in the hilltop area, a small area near Papasi's residence, was a little tense and a little weird, and the patrols of sailors and army soldiers, as they walked, they all stepped on the ground with all their might, and made loud footsteps.

Inside Papasi's residence, Fredet changed into a military uniform, and the buttons of his coat were unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt underneath.

The breeze blew from the direction of the sea, and on the spacious terrace on the top floor, Freette lay on the chair with a gloomy face, his right hand holding the wine glass and gently swaying, the deep amber wine swirling gently in the glass.

A tall, extremely handsome girl in a navy uniform stood behind Freette's chair, her hands gently kneading his head.

Beside Freette, on another chaise longue, a tall, handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed young man lay on all fours, holding a tender verdant coconut in his hand, holding a straw made of wheat straw in his mouth, squeaking and sucking the sweet coconut water.

A coconut was quickly sucked clean, and the blonde young man sighed in satisfaction and threw the coconut to the ground.

'Grunt', the coconut rolled out on the terrace.

"Pay attention to your decency, Lucien, my friend." Frerett drank all the wine from the glass, let out a heavy sigh, and casually handed the glass to the side.

Beside Fredet stood several beautiful girls in naval uniforms.

A young girl with a large crystal bottle in her hand, moving softly and without making a sound, poured a glass of wine for Freret.

"This is not the imperial capital, dear Your Highness, this kind of thing is made for the old guys at home." Lucien smiled insolently: "When we get here, we can be a little presumptuous and enjoy what we deserve." ”

Frerett frowned: "Enjoy? Ha...... Help me find a way to kill the one called ...... It's called ......"

Lucien added: "Joe. Joan Wittou, who was nine days shy of turning eighteen, was the third child of the Wittu family and the most favored son. A fool with well-developed limbs, a simple mind, and an IQ below that of ordinary people. ”

"That's right, this damn fat man." Freette sat up from his chair, waved his hand, and the girl standing behind him silently took a few steps back.

Squinting, dark gray eyes full of shame, Freette said slowly, "A damn fat man, he killed Hanks...... Help me figure out a way to kill him as quickly as possible. ”

Lucien grabbed a bunch of grapes from the small round table beside him, and he chewed on it so hard that the corners of his mouth watered.

Listening to Freret's words, Lucien frowned a little embarrassed.

"If it is in the imperial capital, dear highness, if it is in the imperial capital, I have a hundred ways to send him to serve the great 'Mu' within three hours."

"But outside the imperial capital, it's hard."

"Especially in the port of Tulum, in the territory of the Duchess of Casica, it's even harder." Lucien sighed, ate a large bunch of grapes in two bites, and burped contentedly.

"And, as a friend, I must warn you that your most urgent task now is not revenge." Lucien muttered, "Heniway and Hanks, I told you a long time ago that they were a pair of complete idiots. ”

"Heniway, vain, domineering, fool who doesn't know the height of the sky."

"Hanks, incompetent, greedy, fool who only knows how to cling to power."

"For Henivia, just play around, by the way, through her, through her family, get a little benefit, that's her only role. Hanks, on the other hand, his only use is to help you 'recycle' the stupid woman Hanieway. ”

"And you...... Give them a heavy responsibility. Lucien babbled.

Freret's face was a little unbearable, and he drank the liquor in his cup in annoyance, and then snorted fiercely at the girls around him.

The teenage girls left the terrace and closed the floor-to-ceiling glass door that led to the living room on the top floor.

Frerett then put down his glass.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit it, what you said at the beginning made sense. But now, what do we do? Can't you really find a way to kill that dead fat man first? In any case, Hanks is also our man. ”

Frerett exclaimed, "Even if it's a dog? Even if it's a dog...... That's my guy too! ”

Lucien raised his head and looked at the moon in the east, which had just revealed half of its face: "That survey data must be taken back, no matter what the cost, it must be taken back." You must come to the door and speak to the hillbilly old widow. ”

"Then, the preparations for the Marine Corps must begin as soon as possible."

Lu Xien said in a low voice: "This matter is a strategic plan that His Royal Highness spent a lot of resources and passed easily. Since you've applied for this assignment on your own initiative, there's no room for error. ”

"Your Royal Highness, and all the high-ranking members of the Empire, especially ...... That one, everybody's paying attention to it. ”

Lucien grabbed a nectarine and nibbled on it in small bites.

His blue eyes were confused and scattered, and the whole person was wandering out of the world, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was a long, long time before Lucien muttered, "Your Highness, not only can we not do anything to that dead fat man now...... Perhaps, you have to take the initiative to reconcile with him. ”

"What?" Frevice roared angrily and stood up abruptly: "Reconciliation? Are you kidding? My old friend, the wise and shrewd Lord Lucien, who will be the next Empire Prime Minister and the goal of his life, you ...... Just kidding, isn't it? ”

"Or else?" Lucien raised his head and casually dropped half of the nectarine in his hand to the ground.

"Think about the situation in the port of Tulum right now. The family forces that have taken refuge in His Royal Highness have been wiped out, the Vetots are frantically grabbing control of the port of Tulum, and His Excellency Ross is calling for friends and dividing the interests of the port of Tulun. ”

"There is no doubt that in the future, the port of Tulum will become the private reserve of His Excellency Ross and the Rittal family. They will have most of the right to speak; They will decide the order of the port of Tulum; They hold the right to divide this piece of fat. ”

"According to His Royal Highness's plan, one-third of the military expenditure for the preparation of the Marine Corps will come from the appropriation of the Admiralty, one-third of the military expenditure will come from the local financial appropriation of the port of Tulum, and one-third of the military expenditure will come from the voluntary contributions of 'friends' such as the Wells family...... In exchange, our friends, a portion of their families, will become seed officers and join the newly formed Marine Corps. ”

"You're not reconciled with that fat man...... We will have a two-thirds shortfall in military spending! ”

Lucien clutched his head in anguish, and made a mess of his blond hair, and after a long time, he looked at Freret, who had a stiff face, and said helplessly: "So, reconciliation, this is the only way we have now." ”

"There's no way we're going to say that we're going to kill that damn fat guy here, and then we're going to say to the Vetuls that you're going to give us the money to support us in building the Marine Corps?"

"Even if we had an official document from the Empire, do you think it would be possible?"

Freret's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Lucien, and it was a long time before he grabbed the crystal bottle on the table, and poured it directly at the mouth of the bottle, and took several sips of it.

'Bang'!

The large, expensive natural crystal magnum was slammed to the ground by Freret, and countless crystal fragments flew away.

A dozen naval officers quickly rushed to the terrace, and when they saw the scene on the terrace, they quickly retreated.

Freette gasped and said in a deep voice, "What about Henivia? What about Hanks? ”

Lucien said solemnly: "Hanks is dead, and dead people are worthless. His younger brother Marcos is still here, and Marcos can continue to take on all the tasks that Hanks has undertaken, for example, he will take over from Hanks and help you 'recycle' Miss Hinewe in the future......"

"As for Miss Hanieway, well, she's your lover, she's your lover...... But she's just one of your lovers...... In particular, she is the richest ...... of your many lovers."

Lucien said slowly: "One! ”

"For the sake of a woman, a woman who is not the most beautiful, capable, or wealthy of the women you have, but who often causes you trouble...... Such a woman, well......"

Shrugging his shoulders, Lucien said slowly: "Such a woman, well, I admire your sense of responsibility, and I admire your little 'love' for her. You can make a condition that the fat man will not hold Haniewi accountable. ”

"Ugly deal." Frerett muttered under his breath, "Ugly deal...... So, how can the port of Tulum, which has undergone drastic changes, willingly bear the shortfall of two-thirds of our military spending? ”

Lucien laughed.

He smiled heartily: "Then, Your Highness, it's still a deal, it's still an ugly deal." In this world, there is nothing that cannot be traded. At the beginning, His Royal Highness the Prince gave the promise to Wells and other families directly to the Rittal family, and I don't think they would refuse. ”

"Don't you think especially? Compared with the large number of clansmen, wells and other families with deep-rooted local latent power ...... With only four children, especially only two men, and a shallow local foundation, is the Riteu family a better partner to work with? ”

"Even if we give them the establishment of ten combat divisions, even if the Vettu family has ten marine divisions, will they be able to manage it?"

Lucien said excitedly: "At most, they will get a false name, and the real power is still ours." ”

"Don't you think so? The real power is still ours. ”

"As long as the Marine Corps is formed, as long as our Marine Corps, our 'own' Marine Corps has successfully laid down its roots in the port of Tulum...... Here, then, there must be our voice; Here, then, there must be our interests! ”

Frevice was silent for a while, and then he laughed happily: "Treacherous Lucien, I like your opinion...... So, tomorrow, it's tomorrow...... Tomorrow morning, I will pay an official visit to His Excellency Ross...... Tomorrow at noon, help me make an appointment with the head of the Witu family...... Have lunch together. ”