In the tavern, the dim lights illuminate people's hearts, and the band dressed in white is playing a piece of music full of tenderness.

"I heard that Councillor Charles was taken out of the 'jasmine' by Old Charles again, it is said that it was still smooth at the time, and Old Charles almost broke Councillor Charles's leg with a stick, isn't Councillor Charles the biological son of Old Charles?......"

A well-dressed middle-aged man sat next to him with a flushed face.

The drinking friend with two mustaches burped, a smell of whiskey, stretched out his hand and grabbed the breasts of the exposed girl next to him, and retorted: "It's because it's his own son, so he has to fight harder, Councillor Charles will marry the little granddaughter of the Marquis of Hyde next month, and he dares to find another woman at this time, if the old Charles doesn't give the Marquis of Hyde an explanation, the marriage between the two families will be yellow." ”

"Hee-hee, if it's yellow, it's yellow, Councillor Charles's reputation for loving flowers has spread throughout Wellington, if he doesn't get married, I don't know how many sisters will be happy. The expository girl said with a grin.

Standing up with a mustache and pinching the girl's chest, "Do you know what to say, if Charles's family marries with the family of the Marquis of Hyde, it is equivalent to forming a lot of momentum in the parliament, and the veteran parliamentarians behind the connections plus the promising young parliamentarians, this can form a small faction in the royalist party, and if Charles is so foolish, I don't know what the result will be." What a bright future ahead of you!"

The mustache said with emotion: "The royalists are now not as good as the generation, and now the young nobles know that they are obsessed with women, or they are some other messy things, and they have long lost the fighting spirit of His Majesty and the Marshal, and we businessmen who follow the nobles feel that the future is bleak!"

"Hehe, Primo, don't be so discouraged, I heard that the son of Lord Marshal, Count Philip, is extremely good, and he is the governor of a province at a young age. He is now being sent to Bithynia to deal with the miners' strike crisis there. You can't do that without some capabilities. The decent merchant smiled and poured his old friend a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him.

Primo lifted his glass, tilted his head, and drank the amber liquid from the glass. Wiped his mouth. He said, "Philip, he's a ghost." The crisis in Bithynia could not have been so easy to deal with, the mines there had already been in the founding of Bugas, and the first emperor of the wine cup had been distributed to the Bithynian nobles who had supported him. What if people don't raise the wages of the miners? What if Philip, a young man in his twenties, can still take the nobles who are twice his age? Forcibly order the nobles to raise the wages of those mud-legged people? When the time comes, those people will not donate funds to the royalists, and even His Majesty will not be able to keep Philip's boy. I've heard people say for a long time that this matter is unflattering, and no matter how you deal with it, it won't be good for Philip, and there are many people who are not optimistic about Philip's future. ”

"That's true," nodded the decent merchant, as if echoing Primo's words, "I've heard from some of the nobles with whom I have befriended me that there seems to be an attempt to instigate His Majesty the Emperor to break the marriage contract between Princess Caroline and Count Philip and marry Her Highness to someone else. ”

"Hey, one of the Royalists' star of hope has been ruined!" Primo sighed heavily, looking at the dimming lights, and felt that even the mellow twenty-year-old whiskey had no taste.

In the tavern, there was a sudden commotion, which made Primo even more irritable, and he craned his neck to see who was making the noise.

"I heard that the Republicans are beating the strike in Bithynia behind their backs! And they are also linked to the Republic of Mandal!"

Like a bombshell exploding in the tavern, all the bustling voices stopped, and in the tavern, only the white-clothed band, who was intoxicated with their own music, was playing a melodious music.

Wellington is inseparable from politics everywhere, even if it is a small citizen, occasionally he will talk about those high-ranking officials and nobles, and talk about the lace news of the aristocracy.

It's a high-end tavern filled with people of status, closer to Wellington's political centre, and more politically savvy.

No one spoke, they all looked at the person who had just said that, and if what he said was true, it was an extremely serious accusation.

"I heard that Count Philip caught a spy from Mandal in Bithynia, and it was this spy who instigated the miners' strike behind his back, demanding a large increase in wages, and at the same time he secretly signed a huge ore sales contract with the nobles, forcing the nobles to send private soldiers to force the miners to produce, otherwise the nobles would be ruined. On the one hand, they wanted to strike and raise wages, but on the other hand, they were not only unwilling to raise but also forced production, and the nobles and miners almost fought!"

In the tavern, people have made up all kinds of tragic pictures, the aristocratic private soldiers hold knives on the necks of the miners, forcing them to mine, the unconvinced miners wield the iron pickaxes in their hands to smash the heads of the private soldiers, and on the mines, the fire is burning, and the nobles' hard work is turned to ashes in the flames......

"Tell me, what happened?"

Someone with good deeds hurriedly asked, the imaginary picture stimulated them very excited, and the hand touching the female companion's chest unconsciously increased the force, blood and death were the things they longed for.

"Fortunately, Count Philip had already seen through the tricks of the Mandal spy, and at the same time appeased the nobles and miners, reasoned with them, and finally prompted them to sit down and negotiate the salary, and then ordered his Electrical Magic Chamber of Commerce to provide many magical machines that could greatly increase the efficiency of mining, and also reclaim the barren mountains of Bithynia into terraces, and Master Philip also captured the Mandal spy who was about to escape. ”

The brains of politicians are very powerful, Philip scolds Fang Xuan, Philip and the aristocratic representatives and the miners' representatives clasp three pairs of big hands tightly together, and Philip stands on the hill with high spirits. One by one, they jumped into people's minds.

Everyone, including Primo, was deeply shocked by Philip's ability, Philip, who was already an outcast of the royalists, actually fought back, constantly solved the seemingly dead Bithynian strike crisis, and also caught Mandal's spy, from now on, Philip's position within the royalist party will be unshakable!

"What about the spy?"

The person who spoke spread his hands and said helplessly: "It's a pity that this Mandal spy was killed during the escort, and several soldiers who were transported were also killed. ”

As soon as the voice fell, someone said viciously: "Mandal's spy is too hateful!"

"It's not just hateful, it's a bunch of bitches!"

"The Mandal people are selfless, and the heart of the Great Bugas will not die! We will wipe Mandal off the Continent of Light!"

......

"Everyone!"

The speaker spoke loudly again: "The Guards brought by Master Philip have not only found Mandal's CIA correspondence in this Gerald's residence, but also some checks written by the Cooper Chamber of Commerce, these things, hehe, everyone......"

"You're planting a blame!"

Immediately, someone singled out the rebuttal, and there were not only royalists but also Republicans in the tavern, who jumped out to refute whether it was true or not, when they heard that the party leader's family was being attacked.

"How can there be a check if there is no exchange?" the royalist immediately seized on the evidence and retorted loudly.

For a time, the pro-royalists and the pro-Republicans quarreled in the tavern, and there was even a big fight.

"Your Majesty, I have to say that being provoked by you like this, the Cooper family just can't clear their suspicions. ”

In one corner of the tavern, Emperor Lawrence, disguised as two ordinary merchants, and Marshal Nicholas, who was heavily armed, were sitting behind a small wine table, watching the farce unfold in the tavern.

Holding a glass of wine, Lawrence's eyes flashed with a gleam, "Even if the Cooper family can cross the bottom line, then don't blame me for not following the rules, even if we don't show actual evidence, but people will always remember that the Cooper family has an unclear relationship with Bugas's sworn enemy Mandal Republic in the Bithynia incident." The intelligence officers trained by the 'Phantom Man' are not only spying on intelligence, but also assassinating, spreading rumors, and stirring up trouble, which are all compulsory courses for them. ”

As an emperor of the empire, it is impossible for Lawrence to have a few secret cards in his hand, and the Phantom Man, an intelligence organization directly under the royal family, has a lot of energy.

Raising his glass and facing Nicholas, Lawrence smiled and said, "Dear Marshal, I really want to congratulate you! ”

Nicholas also raised the glass in his hand and saluted his emperor: "Your Majesty, you have also given birth to a good daughter, we are each other, Ha Lu Ha ......"

With a "ding", the glass slammed into the air with a crisp and pleasant sound, and the amber liquid looked even more intoxicating in the dim light.

PS: Thanks to the 1888 starting point of "Snow Maple", today is the first day of August, which is a good sign! (To be continued......)