Early the next morning, Kuster approached a government official he didn't know well with and offered to open a newspaper.

With the title of honorary marshal alone, the official will be able to do everything for him.

Soon he received all kinds of notes about the newspaper and went through a series of formalities.

"Can you be okay today?" Kuster said with some concern as he saw the officer put the last stamp down.

"My marshal, how is that possible?"

Kuster frowned.

It didn't seem easy, and the plan failed at the beginning.

But the next second, he heard the official jokingly say:

"You're a marshal! If it takes a day to fix it, am I going to die? ”

"How long will that take?"

"Less than half an hour. And you can publish it now under the name of a newspaper. We have informed the highest levels that the Emperor has authorized you. ”

Emperor? I'm going to kill him. Sure enough, it is the most reliable for the emperor to change his life!

Kuster thought so, and even wavered in his career.

But he didn't care, he hadn't seen anything.

But when the newspaper arrived, he was confused and didn't know what to do.

Newspaper editors are easy to find, just dig a few. Management and operation are very simple, disobedience is killed, and good work is rewarded.

The question of what to publish in the newspaper is a matter that must be carefully decided.

Directly confronting the nobles and reporting things that shouldn't be said is almost looking for death.

Hype is not his style, and there is nothing to speculate, the government is extremely high-pressure and even he doesn't know what little things are in the country.

But there will be something, as long as you can find it.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing suitable. It's better to talk to Franz.

However, after meeting Franz, he didn't have any ideas, and even criticized him.

"It's not like I said, it's better to rob a bank than to do this kind of thing. You can't do anything to promote this stuff in our country. The money went in and there was no return. You can still get some money by robbing a bank, you don't do this really. ”

Kuster was a little bit by him, and suddenly understood.

That's right, there's really nothing to promote in a country with extremely blocked news.

Wanting to find out more, Kuster tentatively asked:

"So what are your plans?"

"Plans? Isn't that what you're supposed to do. Franz refused.

He was wary. Kuster said in his mind.

However, he threw a regretful expression on his face, left a "well" and left.

He knew that in the political arena there was a faction called the "Kusterists", who roamed between the reformist and the conservative faction in his name. And he himself was not involved.

This kind of organization with a name but no control is like a family planning organization that holds a birth conference behind its back.

He had to cleanse the organization. This is what he must do first and foremost when he gets involved in politics, no matter what.

An uncontrolled large group of subordinates is the most terrifying thing.

But the question arises again, that is, how to get rid of them.

He can't just go and eradicate these so-called followers, because it's useful for both sides.

His followers needed Kuster's fame, and he needed them as a counterweight to politics.

As the followers grow stronger, they will break away from Kuster and may turn against him.

And Kuster is not only facing them, but the bigger enemy is those who support the "Kusterite" in various ways, and corrupt government officials, even himself, are all obstacles to the eradication of this rebellious faction.

It suddenly occurred to me that the newly established newspaper office could come in handy.

He immediately stopped a car and drove to the government house to find the government official who had given him the paperwork.

As soon as he entered, he tapped on the table and asked the questions he was most concerned about:

"Excuse me, is everything done?"

"It's all done," the official replied with a smile:

"Even the editors and staff are in and ready to work."

"That's great, so where is it, I'm going to go now!"

"Please get in the car." The officer led Kuster out and pointed to a car.

Kuster didn't even think about it and went straight in.

A driver came to drive the car, and he was accompanied by two secret policemen.

The newspaper office was located near the government residence, and when he entered, he found that even the office had been arranged for him.

Is it convenient to arrest him as soon as something happens?

The suspicious Custer was a little alarmed.

"Who's the boss?" Kuster asked bluntly.

Not a single person in the new crowd raised their hand. The police explained:

"It's up to you to decide."

"Oh." Kuster nodded thoughtfully:

"But I don't have that interest at the moment."

"It's good if you're happy." The man replied coldly, not at all afraid that Kuster would be dissatisfied with his statement.

"Let's go." With a wave of his hand, Kuster drove the two cops away.

He randomly found a chair to sit down and gestured to the crowd to find a place to sit.

"I'm announcing something, I'm asking you to come here, because I need to publish some articles.

You all know who I am, you don't have to worry about why I'm back, you just need to work for me. ”

After saying that, Kuster stopped talking, as if to let the people discuss it.

The employees are also quite cooperative, even if they don't know what to talk about, they can be regarded as pretending.

In an instant, Kuster spoke again:

"I want you to completely discredit that so-called 'Kusterite'. And I give you permission to attack them in my name. I'll give you permission to even come out and shoot. ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Although they didn't know much about it, they were still shocked by Kuster's move.

To discredit the "Kusterists" is also to discredit him personally.

He himself has to discredit himself, what is this for?

Kuster ignored them, and walked away.

He pulled out the "Broken Sword" at his waist, which he named the blacksmith's sword.

He took the sword and came to a mirror and looked at "himself" quietly.

It's time to cut it in two, and let the former self who pursued honor be completely shattered. He thought to himself.

As soon as the arm was forced, the mirror was directly split and shattered.

The former Kuster is dead.