The gift is sinister and indefensible.

Lord Harold's election bribery is almost universally known to Albin, but this does not mean that he can openly print election bribery promises on such illegal propaganda.

Of course, compared with the content on the front, the bribery promise on the back has almost become a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

The painting on the front depicts Lord Harold beating up an earl and hinting that he is about to be attacked by His Majesty the Emperor. Such content is no longer a matter of violation - this is a direct provocation to His Majesty the Emperor.

Less than three quarters of an hour after the paper was spilled, a group of men in purple cloaks appeared outside the gates of Lord Harold's estate. They quickly and unabashedly broke down the gates of the manor with their tools, and silently subdued the Privy Council guards who tried to inquire about the situation.

Beneath the purple cloak, a scarlet uniform loomed as they walked. When the autumn wind blows, the double-headed eagle logo sewn with gold thread occasionally flashes behind them.

About a quarter of an hour later, Lord Harold, dressed in pajamas, was surrounded by dozens of mysterious men in purple cloaks, and left his manor in embarrassment.

The airship, which had no special decorations or emblems on the outside, slowly rose and then began to move at full speed in a southwesterly direction. After a while, the airship gradually descended in altitude, and the locking mechanism in the bow was attached to the airship mooring rod at the Upper Albin Starland Landing.

Lord Harold, who was taken off the airship, was already gray-faced, and he was almost dragged off the airship by this group of mysterious people.

Harold had no idea what was going on. Because he was not in a good mood, he drank several glasses of Legge last night. Then he tossed around the debtor's body for most of the night. When he opened his eyes after falling asleep, he had been "held hostage" by a group of men wearing purple cloaks.

When he opened his eyes to see the purple cloaks, and the occasional flash of red uniforms and golden double-headed eagles underneath the cloaks, Harold gasped and fainted cleanly.

If he had a choice, Harold would rather be bitten alive by the red-eyed slaves than fall into the hands of these red-skinned dogs.

These "red postmen" of Royal Mail ...... But the green-clad postman who delivered the letter to his door was not a creature. They are spies who directly serve His Majesty the Emperor, outlaws who will do anything to protect the dignity and interests of the imperial family, and demons who can make nobles sober up and faint in an instant.

In the past 175 years, there have been many nobles who have been targeted by them. Being beheaded after two months of torture is already the most merciful end.

"Lord Harold, it was a bit of a surprise to meet you in such a place." A very gentle voice sounded in front of Harold, and he suddenly looked up and saw a middle-aged man of average stature and ordinary appearance.

"You...... ...... you are," Harold felt a wave of horror in his heart, he thought he should have seen the middle-aged man, but he couldn't remember when he had met him.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "I'm just a lot of worthless postmen who serve His Majesty." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket that had been carefully folded into small squares, unfolded it and brought it to Lord Harold, "Do you have an impression of this?" ”

Harold looked at it in horror, and soon he felt that the last shred of heat in his bones was gone.

Although the person depicted in the picture does not even bear the slightest resemblance to him, the content on it is really scary. In order to be a member of the House of Commons, you have to add up your fists and feet with high-ranking nobles, and you will even be directly plotted by His Majesty the Emperor......?

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" Harold howled with all his strength, "This is slander, this is a frame-up!" No matter how bold I am, I can't insinuate and attack Your Majesty! It's just a position in the House of Commons, how can I risk my life to win such a position! ”

"If it were other nobles, maybe I wouldn't have listened to the other party's arguments at all." The middle-aged red-clothed postman nodded seriously and said, "But Lord Harold, you are different, you shouldn't be a stupid person when you go from nothing to your current achievements on Albin." So, I'll give you a chance. ”

The middle-aged red-clothed postman raised his right hand, which was wearing a black sheepskin glove, with his index finger facing the sky, and the other four fingers curled up.

"Who have you offended lately, and why are they using such methods to slander and frame you?" The red-clothed postman asked sincerely, "We're still investigating who owns the airship that dropped the leaflets, but such a large amount of printing and using airships to drop the flyboats ...... That in itself speaks volumes. ”

Harold was overjoyed, then suddenly began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's Androni, it must be this damn bitch!" This damn bitch, I'm going to kill her!! ”

"Androni? Is Baroness Androni? The wife of Baron Duchamp? The red-clothed postman ignored Harold's declaration of "murder" at all, but asked with a twinkle in his eyes, "You have a conflict with her?" ”

In order to survive, in order to get out of the hands of the red dog safely, Harold unreservedly talked about his "grievances" with Rosen, as well as Dussand, who suddenly inserted a kick in the middle. In front of these red-clothed dogs, Harold has no intention of hiding the good things he has done. After all, the Red Mail dogs don't care about these things - they only care about the dignity and interests of His Majesty the Emperor.

"To solve this problem, you even made a deal with the Star Thieves." The middle-aged red-clothed postman who had heard the whole story glanced at Harold, and then sighed, "Mr. Harold, you are really ...... What a daredevil. ”

"I make mistakes, I suffer the consequences." Harold said eagerly, "But my lord, this flyer really has nothing to do with me!" ”

The middle-aged red-clothed postman smiled, "We will investigate carefully." Until the results of the investigation are available, you will need to stay in our designated location – in the lounge. Rest assured, there will be plenty of comfortable rooms for you to rest. ”

When Harold was carried indoors, the middle-aged red-clad postman standing in place put away the warm smile on his face and changed to a regular state of expressionlessness.

"Director, since this kind of nobleman who buys a title with money dares to collude with the star thief, it is not impossible to print such a leaflet." A young red-clad postman plucked up the courage and said, "He could have laid the blame for printing the leaflets on his political opponents, and let us go and eradicate them for him." ”

"Considering that the other party is a baron, such a move is entirely possible." The middle-aged red-clothed postman nodded, "But it doesn't matter, if you go and investigate, you'll know everything - find out as soon as possible what the airship that dropped the flyer is, it's the key clue for us to lock on to the target." ”

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"Speed up printing." After breakfast in the morning, Dussaint rushed straight to the workshop and began to monitor the progress, "How much paper is still unprinted?" ”

"And about 50,000 flyers." Polina said, "Are you sure it's okay to do that?" ”

"Of course there is no problem." Dussander smiled, "If, as my mother said, the staff of the Royal Post Office will come to investigate, then you just need to tell the other party what you have done." ”

"I've been repairing and debugging this old press since last night, and then I've been trying to print flyers." Polina sighed, "You should still put more thought into printing campaign flyers for Lady Androni." ”

Dussaint smiled mysteriously, "No, that's fine. Complex vocabulary, policy statements that take into account the feelings of the common people, and this downright aristocratic arrogance...... This is very good. ”

"It's a waste of money to print two tons of paper and it all ends up being printed like this." Lorraine also disagreed with this approach, and she said helplessly, "This will not help Madame's campaign in any way." ”

"Very helpful for our plans." Dussaint was about to say something when he heard a muffled sound of punching bags behind him.

"Stop what you're doing." The middle-aged red-clothed postman rushed into the workshop with other purple cloaks, "Lord Dussand, we have a question for you. ”

Dussand's gaze passed through the corner of the middle-aged red-clad postman's coat, and he could just see Todd lying on the ground outside the workshop.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

"Who are you?" Lorraine frowned and asked, "This is Baroness Andronie's manor, not a place where you can go wild, I'm going to call a guard!" ”

"Miss Lorraine, we are postmen in the heraldic administration of the Royal Post Office." The middle-aged red-clothed postman said solemnly, "Now, to answer my question—what are you printing?" ”

"We're in ...... Printed leaflets for my mother's campaign campaign. Dussant replied cautiously, "This should not have anything to do with the noble coat of arms...... Right? ”

"All the printed stuff is here? When did you start printing? The middle-aged red-clad postman did not answer Dussand's question, and he continued, "Give me a piece of paper that you printed." ”

Polina handed a blank, uncut piece of printed paper to the middle-aged red-clad postman. The color of this paper is white and smooth, and the paper itself is quite straight, which looks expensive.

It's completely different from the paper that was thrown on Albin this morning.

"Director, there's also a printing cylinder here." Just as the middle-aged postman looked at the paper and fell into deep thought, the other red-clad postmen who had spread out made a new discovery.

The middle-aged red-clothed postman glanced at Dusander, then asked, "What's on it?" ”

"Uh, a little poem to experiment with the printing effect." Dussaint said with some embarrassment, "My lord, can you not say the content?" ”

"Say it." The middle-aged postman took the roller and began to discern the words on it, and he said as he looked at it, "If you say it directly, I can save some time." ”

"Uh...... All right. Dussaint put on a "I'm really embarrassed" look and began to recite the full text.

"His Majesty the Great Emperor is full of glory, and with his shadow, the benevolent empire has found a place to survive in the sea of thousands of stars." This is the beginning of the "little poem".

"The glorious Newsar was born under the watchful eye of the Duke of Saar, and civilization was born from the rest of the pioneer ship one hundred and seventy-five years ago."

"The beautiful landscape endured by the nobility, the territory of the Empire, and by order of His Majesty, the valiant people of Newsar expelled all foreign ......"

The quality of the poems themselves is really not very good. The rhyme is awkward, the content is old-fashioned, the length is not neat, and there is a strong flattering taste. This is in perfect harmony with Lord Dussand's education and age background, which is only ten years old.

The middle-aged red-clothed postman smiled and nodded, "It's well written, and the emotions are sincere." He looked at the printing press in the workshop and the steam lathe next to him and asked, "Are all these new machines?" ”

"Yes, sir." Dussaint nodded and explained where they had been purchased, "The machine is a second-hand item bought from a bankrupt personal factory in Upper Albin, and the printing press is a semi-scrap piece that had been left in the warehouse before—but it was repaired by Teacher Polina. ”

"Ms. Polina is a very powerful great technician, she is the first female great technician to graduate from Imperial University!" Dusander, in a tone very similar to a ten-year-old boy's "toy" flaunting, "She's now my governess!" ”

The middle-aged red-clothed postman's expression became more and more gentle, and he asked, "Where is the purchase record of these papers?" ”

"In my house." Lorraine replied cautiously, "You can make ...... Let them pick it up. She gestured to the other red-clad postmen who were still searching around the workshop.

The middle-aged red-clothed postman smiled, "The record of Lord Dussand's purchase of paper, why is it in your home?" ”

"You should know that he is my fiancé." Lorraine's answer was reasonable, "It's my responsibility to deal with minor issues for my future husband." ”

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With the purchase of two tons of paper being sent to the workshop of Madame Androni's estate, the middle-aged red-clad postman finally stopped his subordinates from continuing the search.

It was already clear that the purchase records and quantities were exactly the right number, that about a quarter of the two tons of paper had not been printed, and that the rest of the finished product was still piled up in the workshop. There are two printing cylinders in total, and the contents on them are also very different from those on the leaflets.

Harold did not tell the truth, and he identified Dussand and Lady Andronie as merely biting.

"Director, I've found the airship." Just as the middle-aged red-clothed postman was about to lead the team back, a red-clothed postman with a cloak and a half-wet robe rushed into the workshop. He took out a letter from the satchel under his cloak and handed it to the director, then whispered, "The airship belongs to the Imperial Navy's Neusal Orbital Fleet, and is a subordinate of Baron Duchamp. ”

The eyes of the middle-aged red-clothed postman suddenly became serious.

"Bring Baron Duchamp over—just here." After reading the contents of the letter, he stuffed the letter paper into his arms, then took out a pistol from his waist and said, "The baroness is also in control, and there can be no problems with the control." ”

Dussander looked at the other party's actions, but breathed a sigh of relief.

The plan went perfectly, and then, it was time to wrap it up.