The whole street was full of chaotic commotion, accompanied by cries for help, and the pedestrians on both sides of the street and on the road were shouting bloodied, but except for the poor people who had suffered the same thing as them, there were only fanatics in all kinds of clothes, with stones, batons, or canes in their hands, and no one in the whole street was spared.

Edward stood silently behind the curtains, watching the rioting crowd swaggering through Sweetwater Alley like locusts, and the whole street was almost full of messes, and there were many poor people lying on the street with bruises all over their bodies, looking at the ruins all over the ground, but they could only cry without tears.

Even though the crowd had gone away, Edward could still faintly hear their slogans - "Get the Dominicans out!", "Turin is ours only!", "Go back to your wicked lair, Dominica dregs!" ......

Chaotic but similar slogans were heard endlessly, and many people even raised their hands and shouted loudly, calling for the crowd of onlookers to join their procession, obviously not an emergency, but a premeditated one.

But the things that followed them were almost the same as they were, except with a slight difference—the fanatical mob seemed to be interested only in destruction and beating, throwing away all the goods on the ground, and the rags and rags in tattered clothes looted everything that was scattered on the ground, and took the opportunity to go up and kick the wretched people who had been beaten and destroyed.

It seemed that the group was not much different from the radicals, and the methods were the same - of course, the people standing behind them, Edward was interested, but he really didn't see anything useful in them.

"Can you tell me about it, I can't find anything useful in this mob alone. Edward reached out and closed the curtain, "You should have something else to tell me, right?"

"The most exciting thing in Turin right now is not that you, the young and up-fledged Knight of the Sacred Tree, have saved Pipe Town - the nobles of the capital are not paying attention to anything that is more than two hundred meters away from the city, they only care about what is happening in that palace and what decrees are issued by the Council. Marco replied with a smile, "Now everyone is concerned about Horace's newly appointed Chancellor of the Exchequer, His Excellency Nafario Brindis. ”

"The Brindisi family is one of the oldest families in Turin, already prominent in the city-state of Turin, and even today, three hundred years later, their influence is terrifying. The silver-haired wizard said in a vasive voice, "so to speak—they control almost the entire kingdom of Turin. ”

"What does he rely on?"

"Well...... Almost all of the Turin nobility had good relations with each other, especially those that had existed since the time of the city-states, and the family was of high prestige among the poor, philanthropic and incorruptible, and was a standard pro-people - but not so friendly to the lords and foreigners who had fiefs outside of Turin. ”

"Before taking office, he had not once publicly stated that the Dominicans who had settled in the city of Turin should be expelled, and that they had been the most opposed to the signing of the contract during the Dominican War thirty years earlier. The silver-haired wizard shook his head: "He seems to have said that he would return all the fiefdoms to the kingdom, and then send administrative officials appointed by His Majesty to rule in the form of the king's domain, instead of the nobles of the family." ”

"It's simply impossible. Edward frowned, "All lords have their own wealth and armies, and they are entrenched in their territories, and they rule for a hundred years at the shortest - unless there is a civil war between the kingdoms, it is a fantasy." ”

"But Your Majesty must have liked to hear it, and how many kings have never thought of holding the entire kingdom in the palm of their hands?" Marco shrugged his shoulders, "In addition, this Lord Nafario is extremely reluctant to trade - he thinks that if the Kingdom of Turin wants to be truly strong, it should maintain the simplicity of that era when it returns to the golden age." ”

"Oh...... How?"

"In a nutshell, it means that all the peasants have land to plant, that there are no more idlers in the cities, that the wizards' guilds are torn down and that a new church is built, and that the trade in luxury goods with Dominica and all the overseas city-states is put an end to the necessity of exchange. Marco's expression at the time of the introduction looked as if he was telling a story from another world: "In the end, it is said that he even ...... Places like rose glass should also be banned. ”

"Then he's going to need a lot of wizards' help - to help him with mass hypnosis. Edward couldn't help but tease, "The Radiant Cross Church must have loved this Lord Nafario Brindisi to death." ”

"Not only the Church, but almost all the nobles of Turin stood behind him, and this lord was so powerful that even His Majesty Horace could not ignore him. ”

"So the Marquis of Holard Minest will not like this Lord Brindis, for everyone knows that the wealth of the Minest family is the gold jewels that fill the warehouse. Edward's expression became more and more interesting: "I want to come to His Majesty Horace and make him the Chancellor of the Exchequer, I am afraid that it also means to contain this marquis." ”

"So, what do you think is ......"

"I need more news about Lord Nafarion—anything, and I'm sure the Blood Flag Brotherhood won't let me down. The black-haired boy smiled, "You are right about one thing, my dear Marco Tasker, the storm is coming, and we need to support each other to survive." ”

"It is a great honour for you to think so, dear Sir Edward Witwood. Marco humbly bent down: "The Blood Banner Brotherhood will absolutely obey any of your wishes!"

........................ "There have been at least two riots in Xicheng District alone today, all of them are those idle and idle young aristocrats, with domestic servants and street hooligans and beggars, and even gangsters in some neighborhoods wantonly smashing and looting on the streets, we have received no less than three accusations, as for Dongcheng District, ......"

In the deserted side hall, Green Turn, who had not even taken off his cloak and armor, stood in front of His Majesty Horace covered in sweat, and reported to him in a deep voice the security situation in the city: "As for Dongcheng District, the situation can only be stricter - even the Sweet Water Alley, which is closest to the city wall of Xicheng District, has already been beaten to death!"

"As for the garrison corps, which is responsible for the maintenance of law and order, inform them to reduce the guards on the hills of Marcherus and assign them to those places where immigrants are concentrated, and if you see anyone who tries to commit violence, regardless of family or status, you can arrest them without interrogation. Horace squinted his eyes and commanded as he looked at the scroll in his hand, "Send someone directly to the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and ask them to send some people to help." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Sir Green Turn, a panting knight of the royal family, bowed his head deeply: "I beg your forgiveness for the incompetence of your humble courtiers, and even the security of the capital city needs you to directly intervene, it is really a dereliction of duty!"

"Don't be like that, my dear Green, I grew up watching you, and no one knows your abilities better than I do. Horace smiled and closed the book: "I took the initiative to call you in, not because of distrust of your abilities, but because I was afraid that you would be hindered because of the identity of those people." ”

"I will not allow any attempt to disturb the peace of the capital - this city is the heart of the kingdom, and the stability of the capital is the stability of the kingdom, and if I can make even a city a peaceful and habitable place, what face will I have to rule over the whole kingdom?"

"You're being too modest, Your Majesty. Seeing Horace's face flush suddenly, which was already weak, Green knew that he must have been a little too excited, and hastened to advise: "The years of your reign are the longest of the peaceful years enjoyed by the people of Turino. ”

"The fact that I am a frail and sickly king is truly the greatest misfortune of the troubled people of Turin. Horace said teasingly, and Green could only laugh a few times, so he naturally couldn't say much about this kind of topic.

"My dear Greene, would it be a wrong decision to choose Nafario as Chancellor of the Exchequer?" Horace asked suddenly, "You are the closest young man to me, and you may be brave and fair to judge." ”

"Majesty, I believe that every decision you made was deliberate and thoughtful, and you considered what the consequences of these issues would be. Greene Turn, bowing his head, replied in the affirmative, "No matter what chaos and difficulties may be experienced, the result will be good - whatever it is, I will do my best to help you accomplish it!"

"It's really my loyal good guy, and he deserves to be an excellent son of the Turn's family. Horace nodded, smiled and looked at Green, who slowly raised his head with a bit of pride, "I heard that you and Lusen Minest are also on good terms, right, someone told me that I can often see you traveling together, dining and going in and out of the theater together. ”

"Sue me, did you tell Horald Minest the same thing you just said to me when you met him?"

Horace was still smiling, looking at the trembling Green Turn's forehead with cold sweat streaming down his forehead, "Bang!" and knelt on one knee.