It's a combination of a bitter ploy and a "supposed" application, and overall, Dussander thinks he's doing a good job.

Before the crew of the experimental vehicle departed, Jonny, a fellow Bosenck from the Heraldic Administration, had hinted to Dussand. Bosenke Fisheries has more control over the land than Dussander could have imagined.

The heraldic management system is extremely strict with the management of the red-clothed postmen, especially in the project of "bribery and bribery", which is not like the "empire" but more like the "Ming Dynasty". And it has to be the time when Ming Taizu punished corrupt officials the most ruthlessly after he boarded the dragon chair.

Although it will not be peeled and stuffed on the spot and hung at the door of the office, once it is confirmed that the red-clothed postman has taken bribes and solicited bribes, dismissal and arrest are inevitable.

Byrne succeeded in becoming the head of the Newsal Heraldic Administration and the deputy director of the Newsal Royal Post Office by reporting his immediate superior.

Jonny is an interesting person, she knows that her immediate boss has received a bribe of at least 200 gold pounds from the fishing company, and she is very disdainful of such behavior. But she didn't report it to the top, but chose to tell the incident in the form of "accidentally leaking" after meeting Dussander and clarifying his identity.

If you simply think that Ruoni is saying that she is leaking, then Dusand is a complete idiot. The beautiful female postman in red was sending a dangerous message to Dussand.

Something went wrong with the Royal Post Office system in Bosenk.

Reporting superiors is a technical job. First of all, you need to make sure that your report reaches the people who can accept it. Secondly, you need to make sure that the report letter is not sent to the person being reported – so that you can avoid the possibility of anonymous reports and reverse detection of your personal information, which could lead to retaliation.

There is such an old brother as Bourne in the whole system of the heraldic management office of Newsal, and he must be willing to accept and deal with reports related to bribery and bribery.

Therefore, the reason why the director of the heraldic management office of Bosenke has not been removed is very simple.

Something went wrong with the post office system.

At the time of first figuring out this logic, Dussart was desperate.

He wanted to fight for safety for himself and for the village, provided that his letters could be delivered swiftly and safely to Albin, to his mother and Chief Bourne.

And now, the first step of sending the letter went wrong - the post office in Bosenke is not fucking reliable!

It's as if you're confident enough to turn on your computer and get ready to snipe every enemy's head with an AWP, only to suddenly find that your mouse has teeth and is about to rip a piece of flesh off your palm.

The metaphor may not be precise, but it is exactly what it means.

Dussaint held his head in despair and began to think about a solution.

A fresh breeze blew, and the sudden coldness instantly cleared his mind.

Why bother with the mouse opening its teeth? I buy two catties of meat and stuff it into the mouse's mouth, and it's busy eating meat, so can't I continue to happily snipe the dog's head on the other side?

Dussand's own whereabouts are these two catties of meat.

In fact, it is not difficult to figure out this truth - His Excellency the Commodore has lost an arm, Mr. Colonel has lost a good son, and the Director of the Heraldic Administration has lost a subordinate who has just been received.

Even if these three don't lose face, His Excellency the Speaker of the House of Commons will have to get back on the field.

It is foreseeable that more than 300 people from top to bottom of Bosenke are probably living in constant fear. The Imperial Armed Forces are definitely not something that a fishing company that only knows how to exploit the poor can handle.

Even if they start contacting the alliance to betray the country now, the alliance will not be able to keep them.

They are now in dire need of a shield that they can use to protect themselves from the mass liquidation of the Empire's violent institutions. And Dussaint himself is the best shield.

A living little lord who can save several lives, he is much more reliable than the Alliance.

Dussand, who had figured this out, suddenly thought of a plan.

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"Didn't kick you, did you?" Finn apologized and tried to untie the rope from Dussand's body, but the action was stopped by Dussand.

"You have to do a full set of plays." Dussaint grinned and sat up. He glared at Finn and then said angrily, "You kid just kick it, and you kick it to the bone, are you really going to kick me to death?" ”

"Kicked out of the area where it was easy to get hurt." Finn embarrassedly defended himself, "It's not to be more realistic." ”

In front of Colt, Finn kicked Dusand several times. Although it was mainly the sound and dust of the toe kicking on the ground, in the end, two feet did not have the strength to smash directly on Dussand.

Dussander was sure that he definitely had several bruises on his body now, and if it weren't for the soft bones of the child, he might have been kicked out of the fracture.

"Now it looks like the first step of the plan has been successful." Dussander breathed a sigh of relief, and then a big smile appeared on his face, "That old man must be snickering right now, and one sentence has successfully made you question my identity and start to prefer to cooperate with them." ”

"That's why I said, they're all stupid." Finn laughed brightly along with him, though he looked a little mad when he laughed widely. "I still wish you were the child of a great nobleman, the greater the power behind you, the more secure my village will be in the future."

"They themselves were afraid of the nobility, and they refused to believe that there were any people among the nobles who cared about the poor. So they just assume your logic. Dussander laughed twice, "Thinking determines the width of the field of vision, they have lived too long in peace, and they are not as good as ten-year-olds even engaging in intrigue and trickery - stupid bubbling!" ”

After a few more jokes with Dussand, Finn asked about Dussand's plans for the future.

"What now?" He lowered his voice and asked, "For the sake of secrecy, the rest of the village doesn't know about our plans. I'll lock you up with that old man now, and the other guards won't be kind to you. ”

"It's a sacrifice that has to be made." Dussaint is very open to this, "At most, I will be scolded twice, and I will not be locked up for a few days - I expect a letter to come soon." ”

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In the black cell, Dussander was tied up and thrown into a cell—the cell where he was being held was separated from Colt by an iron bar.

Escorting Dussander were two young men, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. They deliberately lifted Dussander over his shoulders and threw him sideways to the ground.

Dussander was thrown and coughed for a long time.

"Young Master...... Master! "Colt, the old thing, is still acting. It's just that the prison is dimly lit, and the young people standing in two places probably can't see Colt's face.

But Dusand could, and he saw in Colt's face a clear "sarcasm" and "smugness."

This old thing, I don't plan to act anymore?