Brian threw down his pen and paper in frustration, apparently drafting a Code of Fiefdoms would be difficult for him to achieve.

In view of Sarina's behavior in dealing with the Riptide Chamber of Commerce, he was vigilant, not to complain about the loyal fat girl, but to feel that the various administrators of the fiefdom were not clear enough and did not supervise, which might cause a situation that affected the overall situation. A decision by the Toby Chamber of Commerce has caused economic difficulties for the entire fiefdom, and this kind of thing should not happen again.

But what kind of system and law should be formulated to ensure good operation, Brian bit the pen and found that he was not good at it, and no one in the fief seemed to be good at it. Brian wanted to find talent among the newly arrived refugees, but instead found a few craftsmen, and there were no masters of governance.

Brian doesn't want a utopian like Haussman or a stubborn politician who follows the old system, but it's hard to come across managers who are realistic, exploratory, and ambitious. But without such a person to frame his rule, Brian felt that he would not be able to do more, such as dealing with the corruption in Wollaston himself.

Beneath the tall sycamores were two rattan chairs and a small coffee table, and Brian invited the mayor to sit down, and Lan Luo brought over two cups of black tea.

"The town has run out of money recently, and the expenses in all aspects will be a lot tighter, so the new projects will be put aside first, and then we will talk about it when the funds are abundant. Brian commanded, "This is also a last resort. ”

"Adults don't have to bother, the people's lives are still secure. Wollaston said.

"Come, drink tea. You see, right under this tree, black tea and rattan art products are purchased from other places, but there are many fiefdoms of tea and rattan, but the processing is too poor, and there are still many things to be solved in the town. ”

"I'll do my best, my lord. "First of all, I have good news for you, the dwarves have discovered a mineral, a tin mine. ”

"Are there any associated mines?" asked Brian.

"It's not clear, I'll let the fury come to you when I turn around. ”

Brian nodded, coughed, and said, "After an investigation by the tax office, you are innocent, Wollaston." ”

"I am loyal to adults and devote myself to the construction of the town, but some people have ill intentions and make false accusations. Wollaston confessed.

"But my own spot check is not the result, just the timber, there are more than 600 square meters of wood missing. Brian's voice was low, "Of course, it wouldn't be hard if I wanted to know where the wood went. ”

Wollaston's hand shook, and tea spilled out.

"It's very simple, all the construction projects are there, and it just so happens that the old carpenter Mika is always coming over these days, so I asked him to roughly calculate the timber needed for the expansion of the barracks and refugee housing, and finally compare it with your usage records, Wollaston, you are too unsmart to do tricks, at least you should be seamless!" Brian stared at the mayor.

Wollaston's face turned red and white, and finally knelt in front of Brian and admitted his mistake.

"It's only been a few days since Adela left, and you arranged for your relatives to manage the wooden field in the Raptors Fortress, and you opened up a void for your own benefit?" "The accountant of the tax office was actually pulled into the water to help you hide the facts? In my fiefdom, you cultivated your own power, don't you want heads?"

"Your Excellency, your life!" Wollaston broke out in a cold sweat.

"Have you forgotten that I was born as a sheriff, and when I was in the town, nothing escaped my eyes, and now?" Brian asked, "You don't want to think about it, the whole town is my people, you are deliberately trying to win over, and how many can you pull over? Everyone chose you to be the mayor of the town because they are optimistic about your ability, and you have lived up to everyone's expectations!"

"I'm confused, I'm damn ......"

"You don't deserve to die, Wollaston, get up, a bit of the mayor. Isn't it just for money, but you don't lack money when you open a rice shop, so why is greed?" Brian said, "After thinking about it, I will continue to let you serve as the mayor of the town, how to deal with this accident, and what to do in the future, you go home first, think about it, and think clearly before you do it." If you can't figure it out, we won't be able to have tea together next time. ”

Brian looked at Wollaston's back as he left and sighed deeply.

In the middle of the night, after many days of hard meditation, Brian felt that a wonderful warm current gathered in his brain, as if he had changed a person, and a steady stream of new forces was coming, like an overwhelming tide, washing his soul and infinitely joyful.

"Is it an upgrade?" Brian said to himself excitedly, "Level 3 magician, the speed is really a bit fast." ”

Because he was not mentally prepared, Brian had not learned a third-level spell at all, and now he wanted to verify it, but he couldn't find the corresponding thing for a while, only Barbara's handwriting was by his side, and the old woman said that at the third level, the soul can get out of ** and go to the underworld to swim.

Do you want to go to the Underworld?" Brian became nervous, and he memorized all the spells below the third level in his notebook, especially the incarnate witch spirit, at least a hundred times—"Lord of the Underworld, my soul will enter your realm and give me a convenient door with your endless dark power." It seems that all spells are communicating with God, and Brian can't help but wonder if a god doesn't exist, won't the magic associated with him be useless?

"Just go for a while, don't you go for a while and you're afraid, useless Brian. Brian grabbed his hair, finally making up his mind.

The spell sounded, and a powerful white-gold light appeared on Brian's forehead, and he disappeared in a flash.

Underworld, I'm coming!