The steam knight, stationed at the heraldic office, quickly walked back with heavy steps. Under Dussand's eager eyes, he put down the huge armor-piercing hammer in his hand, which was half a yol in diameter and nearly a half yol in length, and said, "Mr. Bourne, please come in, he is waiting for you in the office on the fourth floor." ”

Dussaint glanced at Morris before walking into the passage. As he walked, he observed, with all his might, the parts and details of the steam knight. The more I watched, the more excited I felt - it was so handsome!

"Steam knights are not really suitable for large-scale combat, especially modern warfare." Maybe he felt that as a teacher, he should teach Dussander something right. After making sure that the steam knight must not have heard, Morris suddenly said, "These things should have been thrown into the dustbin of history a long time ago." ”

"Why?!" Dussaint was shocked when he heard this, and he even felt a little angry, "How handsome this is!" ”

"Handsome is not a measure of a weapon's performance." Morris was a little surprised by Dussand's unwarranted love for the Steam Knight, but he could understand it—it was like a child.

In the most concise way possible, he explained, "Although nimble, the Steam Knight is humanoid after all, and it carries a limited amount of weight. With limited weight, the Steam Knight's armor wasn't very thick - at least it certainly couldn't withstand the close effects of a six-inch shell. ”

Dussaint secretly rolled his eyes at his teacher, and then emphasized, "But it's handsome!" ”

The corners of Morris's mouth twitched, "But it's useless." ”

The two "scheming" chief secretaries, one large and one small, walked to the fourth floor with each other's mouths, and then stopped arguing at the same time with a tacit understanding, and pushed open the wooden door that read "Director's Office".

"I thought you wouldn't be here anytime soon." Byrne, who sat behind the large oak desk, did not look up, and as he quickly signed the document in front of him, he waved his hand to Dusson to sit on the couch a little farther away.

"I actually...... Mainly want to come to you for a favor. Dussander coughed lightly and said, "Teacher Morris and I are here to register. ”

"Oh, the chief secretary of the council, huh?" Byrne made the final signatures, rang the bell and called his secretary. He handed over the document in his hand and added, "Let the people who move be nimble, and if you can't do it, you can be executed on the spot - don't let people escape." ”

After deciding the life and death of others in a tone that seemed to "add two pieces of sugar to black tea and don't put milk", Bourne got up and left his desk and walked to the sofa and sat down. The green wax leather sofa had already left traces of his perennial sitting, and he found a very comfortable position, and then pushed a cup of black tea that had just been poured by the secretary towards Dusander.

"Taste it, Orin's good tea." He smiled and sat back on the couch, took a sip from his teacup, and then explained the situation, "Harris is involved in a wide range of people, and it took me a whole day to sign the arrest warrant and the execution warrant. ”

Dussander felt a sudden chill rise from his back, and even the action of serving tea stiffened slightly.

"I thought that the heraldic management office would execute the prisoners first, and then make up the execution order." Morris smiled and walked over to Dussand's side and sat down, he took the teacup in Dussand's hand in a very natural posture, took a sip and said, "It seems that the current heraldic management office is not the same as before. ”

"At the will of His Majesty the Emperor, the way in which the Heraldic Management Office operates has changed a lot since I became the Director of the Division." Byrne took off the monocle hanging from his right eye, rubbed his somewhat sore eye socket, and said to Morris, "Compared to this...... Mr. Morris, please greet the Marquis de Lafayette on my behalf. ”

"The Marquis will receive your greetings." Morris nodded slightly, "If you can, please help us complete the filing as soon as possible - Mr. Lord and the others will have other trips." ”

Dussand, who was suddenly circled, did not react, he secretly glanced at Morris who was smiling, then at Byrne who was smiling like a warm spring breeze, and finally sighed in his heart.

Can you conspirators stop pulling me in while you're talking?

In the first few rounds of conversations, the spy leader and the political stick teacher both stuffed a lot of things into their words. If you want to understand what they're doing, you need to analyze it a bit.

Byrne, who issued the execution warrant, mentions that "Harris is involved in a wide range of people", which is a hint to Dussander and a favor - I'm dealing with the enemy for your family, and I've been busy all day dealing with this stuff.

Morris immediately interjected, and made a mockery of the heraldic administration. This is to remind Dussander that the middle-aged man he is facing is not an ordinary person, he is the head of the largest secret service in the entire empire, in Newsal. They are rough and have no bottom line, and they should be careful.

Byrne's response was a little softer, roughly meaning "I'm not the same person as those agents who only kill people", and then in retaliation for Moseley's interjection, he clicked on Morris's identity, which means "Say what I do, you're not a good thing." ”

Although Dussander himself really didn't know at first, it depends on the reactions of both sides...... Maurice was supposed to be the man of a certain marquis.

Yes, yes, what does this have to do with my little Dussand?

Morris expressed the same attitude, "I am indeed the Marquis's man, and it is your business. Can you stop talking nonsense and get things done so I don't have to look at your old face and be disgusted? ”

Of course, Morris and Byrne's choice of words and sentences would certainly not be as down-to-earth as what flashed through Dussand's head. But there is no such thing as a voice outside the word, only the most direct "ideas" are transmitted to each other, which is probably the most basic "idea" exchange. Merely...... This usage is really different from the direction of the exchange of ideas in science fiction works.

In the office of the Director of the Heraldic Management Division, three conspirators gathered. Two of them were swearing in voice-overs, while the other was complaining inwardly that he was drawn into an inexplicable fight. The scene is peculiar and spectacular.

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After the registration was completed, Dussander finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally possible to escape from this suffocating place!

Before he could take his leave, Byrne suddenly said, "Mr. Morris, can you leave a little space for me and Lord Dussand?" I have something to say to him. ”

Finished with a voiceover, Morris was refreshed, he glanced at his pocket watch, and then readily agreed to the request. Morris, who turned his head and left the room as a "victor", was completely oblivious to the pleading glances that his good students frequently threw at him.

"Lord Dussand." Byrne motioned for Dussander to continue his tea, and as he poured it back into his cup, he said, "First of all, I have to make a statement. Responsible for the previous incident was Harold Shepard, who had already been sent to Orin's Heraldic Authority headquarters......"

Commissioner Bourne said, glancing at his pocket watch, "He was executed about ten minutes ago. His immediate relatives will be deprived of all personal rights and assets, and then sent to work as miners in the Royal Mining Consortium. What awaits them will be lethal heavy labor, and the tightest guards. ”

Dussaint swallowed a sip of tea and didn't speak.

"The entire investigation and trial process has been completed, and there will be no further possibility or need to overturn the case. The room was also safe and no one would overhear what we were saying. After a long list of "advance statements," Commissioner Bourne said, "Mr. Lord Dussand, I already know what the truth is. ”

Dussaint swallowed another sip of tea, but still didn't speak.

"The layout for Harold is very subtle and ...... Amazing. Byrne smiled slightly, completely ignoring Dussand, who was performing "I don't know what you're talking about" at all costs, and continued, "Gift paper, homemade ink from waste lube and toner, only two copies of the three printing cylinders remained, and even let Duchamp put the paper...... These plans are all very beautifully done. It even made me want to applaud. ”

Dussander really couldn't swallow the tea this time. He put down his teacup and replied with the affection of a ten-year-old, "I don't understand, Mr. Bourne. ”

"The steam lathe you bought used to belong to Rosen – to be precise, it was Rosen's inheritance from his father. And now the Rosen Company, through your family's good relationship with Sir Peel...... and Harold's plan to threaten Sir Peel, which resulted in the acquisition of a large number of weapons and equipment. Byrne sighed and said, "Dear Lord Lord, it is not a big problem to use such a batch of mud legs as personal force, but they have almost exposed your existence. ”

Dussand's hands began to tremble slightly. He really couldn't think of this middle-aged red-clothed postman who had no features at all...... In such a short period of time, everything was found out.

"Your plan is actually more suitable for plotting against a potential opponent who has no direct connection with you." Byrne had no intention of calling someone to arrest Dussand, he continued to speak gently, and even analyzed the shortcomings in his "layout" for Dusander, "In this layout, your family and Mr. Harold are directly related. Under the guidance of time and time again, we did capture Harold as you wished, and eliminated him outright. ”

"But this layout will only allow us to find your loophole when we review it - the metal scraps mixed in the used engine oil used as ink have a special composition, and this proportion of metal has not been sold in Newsal. In Oilon, such a metal was also tested on a small scale only in the laboratories of the Imperial Machinery Company. Bourne took his pipe out of his bosom, lit the tobacco in the pipe with a match, and let out a puff of green smoke.

He squinted at Dussand, then laughed. He laughed like an old grandfather who had finally discovered the key to his junior's prank. Some proud, some excited.

"You have a lot of potential, but you still need the right guidance and education." Byrne took two more puffs of his cigarette before deciding to end the process of pressuring Dussand, "Are you interested in coming to work in the heraldic management office after your mother leaves office?" ”