As it turned out, Mr. Morse was not lying.

After hearing Dussonde's suggestion, Morse said almost without any hesitation, "Let them spy on me, they won't find anything anyway!" ”

Dussaint didn't react right away, he just asked again, "Are you sure?" Stay in Newsar now, and if anything changes in the future, there will be no room for manoeuvre. ”

Morse glared at Dussander with some dissatisfaction, "If I were just an ordinary secret guard, then I would definitely not have any hesitation to jump on the shuttle ship and run directly to the Federation." But I'm not only Monsieur Marquise's Secret Guard, but I'm also the head of Operation Newsar, a friend and former chief private secretary of Andronie, and your teacher. ”

Morse seemed to be very dissatisfied with Dussand's suggestion, and he criticized, "When making a suggestion, you should first think about whether you and your mother can bear the consequences if I do follow your advice!"

"You care about me, and I appreciate that." Morse criticized Dussand, "But such a concern must balance its gains and losses—if I run away now, you and Androni will be the focus of Orin's Aika investigation." Since they have deducted so many charges from the marquis, they will definitely not let go easily. ”

Dussander looked at his teacher and was silent for a long time before asking, "Then you haven't thought about what kind of encounter you might face?" If Orin's Aika really wants to torture to extract a confession, can you bear it? ”

Morse chuckled and opened his mouth towards Dussand, "See? My innermost tooth was replaced—there was poison hidden in it. If necessary, I can die without pain in a short time with just a hard bite. He closed his mouth again, sighed, and said, "In our business, we must always be prepared for something similar. Whether it is psychological preparation or practical preparation, it must be there. ”

Speaking of this, even Morse couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, he touched Dussand's wet hair and said, "Wait until this incident is over...... You better stop working in Aikari, put a few henchmen in it, and then destroy your own file, and stop being associated with people like us. ”

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Late at night, the Newsal Heraldic Administration building is brightly lit.

More than twenty steam knights were building fortifications around the building, armed in their arms, and under the light of the vantage point, they watched every forest and every intersection near the building.

Around the building, heavily armed Navy commandos and Army soldiers blocked all roads in the two blocks around the building, preventing even police from entering the two blocks — all residents living in both blocks were forcibly evicted from their homes.

Dussand, too, was taken aback by the fight when he was stopped by a bayonet two blocks away in his car.

It was a group of Navy commandos who stopped Dussand, and they had a very good attitude towards Dussand. "Mr. Lord, you may want to wait here a little longer. We can't tell if your ID is genuine, so we'll have to ask someone from the heraldic office to come and identify it. ”

Dussander didn't have any other opinion on this, he stretched out his head with some curiosity to look at the Navy commandos who were guarding the intersection and asked, "Why did you even move?" ”

"We received a direct order from the military department." The lieutenant, who had informed Dussart that he could not pass directly through the checkpoint, said, "The naval commandos of all Newsal have been mobilized, and those of us who have experience in urban warfare have been moved to the streets of Upper Albin—and the whole camp was busy when we came out." ”

"Good work." Dussaint got out of the car and stretched his legs, handed a cigarette from his pocket by the way, and naturally complained, "There is such a thing, the whole Newsar has to be busy, I hope it can be done sooner......"

"I think...... I'm going to have to work hard for a while. The captain took the cigarette with a smile and pinned it behind his ear and said, "When we set off, the garrison fleet was also moving, and the two cruisers under repair also made an urgent leap - the matter must not be small." ”

Men are creatures who unconsciously think that the other party is trustworthy when they receive cigarettes. And Dussand's own aristocratic status and the identity of the postman in red made the captain feel that he needed to "curry" favor. So, he offered Dussander an "intelligence" that in his opinion was not intelligence at all.

Dussart and the captain chatted a few more times, and then returned to the car.

Isn't that right...... Dussand's brows furrowed deeply, there were too many unconventional situations in this, so many that Dusand himself had to seriously consider whether there was something wrong.

The only high-ranking nobleman in Newsar traveled to the capital city of Orin with the head of Newsar's heraldic administration, in order to prove the loyalty of Monsieur Marquis to the Empire.

As a result, on the way, Mr. Marquis suddenly killed the head of the heraldic management department who had completely trusted him, and directly hit the naval headquarters on the capital's satellite in a suicide attack after the hijacking.

Olin not only did not feel that there was a problem here, but directly identified the identity of the Marquis and Byrne with an efficiency that defied common sense, and determined that the Marquis was responsible for more than two dozen felonies.

However, the Orin Heraldic Administration did not directly issue an order to Newsal to arrest the Marquis's family and accomplices, nor did it instruct Newsal to continue to dig deep into the Marquis's black material, so as to completely confirm the black pot on his head.

They only conveyed this information to Newsal, and then directly mobilized a large number of forces through the military headquarters to directly protect Newsal's important location. And this transfer was not even notified in advance to the heraldic management office of Newsal.

If you only look at Orin's actions, Dussander can only feel that Orin is not in a hurry to complete the investigation and disposal of the marquis, nor is he in a hurry to quickly send personnel to stabilize the mood of the nobles in Newsar. They seem to be more worried about the destruction of Newsal - and they have not yet told Newsal's heraldic office who might pose a threat to the colony.

It's weird. That's the only thing Dussaint thinks in the car. From the beginning to the process to the current situation, there is simply no piece of this matter that is right.

Using "off the spectrum" to describe the current situation, Dussaint feels that it is not strong enough. But...... It also does not seem to be without a possible, uniform explanation.

The simplest explanation is very conspiracy theory - Orin's heraldic office has defected, and everything that Dussant finds unacceptable is actually their cause, a large-scale operation against Newsar.

But this simple speculation also has a very huge hole. If the Empire's most important counterintelligence and anti-mole division, located in the Empire's capital, has completely mutinied, then the best way to take advantage of the "mutiny" should be to launch a large-scale surprise attack on the Empire's capital, Orin.

Taking a step back, the alliance has no confidence in taking Orin at all, and they can only be sure of taking a few frontier colonies.

What kind of road is it to mobilize naval commandos and land forces, and even order the Newsal garrison to take air urgently? Afraid that the resistance he encountered when attacking Niusal was not fierce enough?

It was so strange that Dussand's head felt like a storm was rolling around. Countless bold assumptions popped up from the depths of his mind that had been baptized in his previous life, and then he himself rejected them one by one.

In both public and private life, Dussander couldn't figure out what was wrong.

And this made him more and more vigilant.

After about a quarter of an hour, a steam knight suddenly appeared behind the checkpoint. On its shoulder sat a red-clad postman whose clothes were tossed by the wind.

"Ms. Tamara." Dussaint got out of the car again, he took off his hat and saluted the lady, "I didn't expect you to pick me up." ”

Ms. Tamara jumped off the Steam Knight - she was completely unaware that she was fifty-one years old and had served as Bourne's secretary for a long time, and was not a front-line operative.

"I really can't spare people to pick you up now, not to mention that I am probably the only one in the entire department who is most familiar with you." Madam Tamara's eyes were a little red, she walked quickly to Dussand, then glanced at the document in the captain's hand and said, "The documents are correct, please come in, Mr. Lord." ”

There was some distance from the office building, and Mr. Dusander asked Ms. Tamara to get into his car and ran towards the building with one foot on the accelerator.

"It's a strange situation now, I've been working in the heraldic management office for thirty years, but I've never been in a situation like this." In the car, Ms. Tamara, as the secretary to the director, first reported the current situation to Dusander, and then solemnly reminded, "I personally suggest that you, as the acting director, should submit an official letter to the Olin side as soon as possible, indicating that you are too inexperienced to handle this situation...... Then ask Olin to appoint an acting director who can preside over the overall situation as soon as possible. ”

Ms. Tamara's proposal was so natural that she had no regard for the self-confidence that a fourteen-year-old might have, unjustified and unsupported by facts. She knew very well that Dussander was a young man who was far more mature and reliable than he looked, and he could understand that his offer was not to take lightly, but to protect him.

"I'll start sending this letter to Orin right away." Dusson nodded solemnly, and then said, "But before the order from Orin arrives, I still have to complete the commission of Director Byrne—whatever he did for me when he arranged this work for me, now...... I've got to take care of it first. ”

Ms. Tamara's eyes turned red again, and she silently turned her head to wipe her tears, "No matter who did it...... I'm going to make them pay! ”

Dussander silently parked the car in front of the building. His heart relaxed a little.

The Newsal Heraldic Management Office brought out by Bourne is really good, and they have basically reached a consensus with themselves.

There was a strange reason for the death of Mr. Commissioner - the person who did it could not have been the Marquis de Lafayette.

Ms. Tamara walked into the building, and a red-clad postman rushed over with all his might, holding the papers. After he saw Tamara and Dusander, he immediately shouted loudly, "A new notice has been sent from the Orin side, from now on, the permission to hop between Newsar and all other colonies and the capital Orin will be cancelled, and until further notice from the Orin side, no shuttle ship is allowed to leave Newsar!" ”