The pleasant trip to Smida Country is over, and back in the school dormitory, Kevin is still a little unsatisfied. While sorting out the information, I was concerned about the follow-up situation of Smitta's country on the Internet.

Start and Cunkusa also returned safely the next day, and the two bigwigs seemed to be still raiding the old nobleman's house, which might take a little time. After all, the family has a big business, and it can't be blatantly investigated, it has to be done in secret.

The old nobleman himself has confirmed that he died after ineffective rescue. This also means that the banana assassination technique is practical, which is not much attention on other websites, but it is an explosive hot spot on the Assassin's intranet and extranet. Countless Assassin enthusiasts were thrilled and commented on it, which also terrified countless other nobles. Predictably, the site will soon be under more pressure, and perhaps this is no longer something that can be solved by changing the name.

At the same time, the death of the old nobleman will inevitably trigger changes in the internal forces of Squid City, but these are not Kevin's concerns. In fact, no matter how the cards are shuffled, Squid City as a whole will inevitably tend to be stable, and there will be no chaos.

Of course, the most important news in the past few days is the terrible explosion of the Liuxingmang Hotel. He kidnapped many important people such as the city lord, the sheriff's captain, the old nobleman, the imperial envoy, the reasoner of the Sbarassi country, and the ordinary passers-by of the Lou Paule country, and could not go out for a whole day, and finally the entire building was blown to pieces, and the sheriffs could only watch it, and there was nothing they could do.

In today's day and age, information spreads so rapidly that with a large number of parrots present, it is almost impossible to block the news. And the rumors quickly escalated, and many of the less responsible bards began to add fuel to the chauff.

For example, the number of casualties, if you insist on it, only one old nobleman died, and there were few seriously injured people, most of them were only minor injuries, and they were all treated in time and basically out of danger. But for a bard, only one person died in such a massive explosion?

Many people speculate normally: "There must be a lot of people who died, and the city owner was responsible, so only one person died." "If the death toll this time is not followed by a zero, or even two zeros, it is all deliberately concealed by the official. And in between, with some of Smitta's previous misdeeds, this argument is easy to believe and quickly spread.

But I have to say that this time I really wronged them. Because the number of deaths this time is due to the kindness of the murderer and his high level of calculation, if someone else is doing something, maybe it really needs to add two zeros. But Kevin couldn't have jumped out to clarify these things on his own, so he had to go with them.

In addition to the speculation of the death toll, there is also speculation about who the murderer is and the motive for the crime. It's just that this aspect is gone, and the speculation on the Internet is incomplete, so everyone can only extrapolate backwards from the "results". The results that can be obtained on the Internet are nothing more than the death of the old nobleman and the explosion of the building. Then by extrapolating from this, we can only conclude that it is probably their enemy, or conflict of interest, etc., and then analyze it in a wave.

But no one would have thought that this was the result of the crazy things that Lou Baole Guolu people were doing. Kevin's name was also mentioned, but his identity and strength were far from those of the others present, and he had no entanglements of interests. So basically ignore him, and the Internet thinks that he may just be in by coincidence.

As for the necromancer, there is not the slightest mention of it on the Internet. At the same time, the encounter on the battleship of the Smecta State was also kept secret. At that time, a large number of parrots in the city were attracted by the explosion, and although the red light of jumping knives and the white light of distress appeared on the ship, not many parrots went to check. A few went, but they were late, Kevin and the others had already teleported away, the battleship had restored order, and the people on the ship had also driven the parrots away, and they had not received any effective information.

After all, the limitations of online reasoning are too great, and no one can go to the scene, so what can they know? Suppose Kevin really jumped out and said online: "The number of deaths is low because the murderer is merciful." "Who would believe it?

Of course, it can't be said that online reasoning is completely useless, as long as it is within the scope of common sense, sometimes some conclusions can still be drawn, after all, there are many talented people on the Internet. But this case is extremely unreasonable, and there is naturally nothing that can be done.

After three days, the heat began to gradually decline, and everything went on as usual and life as usual. Wang Li College reopened, and Kevin was still a librarian. In the meantime, Kevin went to look for the spoon again.

Little Spoon is still raising horses in the Pegasus Knights, and there is still no progress, obviously leaving her out there, but there really is nothing to be done. Even if he is an assassin, he usually has a job on the surface, he used to be a temporary worker, and now he is raising horses...... That's a bit too condescending.

In this regard, Kevin advised her to rest assured that her current state was just raising horses for too long and raising a doubtful life. She was the daughter of the Assassin Guild, and it was impossible to keep a horse for the rest of her life.

Kevin talked to her about Smitta's country, and talked endlessly from the beginning, although it was not an exaggeration, but the minstrel skills were still there, which was enough to make people fascinated. When it was said that Xiao Jiuyi had inserted a banana into the old nobleman, the little spoon's eyes obviously glowed.

Of course, Kevin understood it, so he immediately proposed: "Why don't we go to fight the rich second generation at night?"

"Okay!" said the little spoon excitedly.

"Well," Kevin nodded repeatedly, "I just don't know if he's reformed." ”

"I don't think he should have any. Little Spoon replied.

"Have you hit him lately?"

"No," Little Spoon shook his head, "it's not fun to fight alone." However, I don't think it's so easy for someone like him to change his ways, right?"

"Well," Kevin nodded, "then I'll go prepare the barbecue ingredients." ”

As he spoke, a parrot flew down from the sky and landed directly on the table between the two. You must know that this is the interior of the Pegasus Knights, and the parrots that can come here must be official parrots, and their appearance is also very simple, with no dyed fur or armor.

"Sorry to disturb you," the parrot said skilfully, then turned to Kevin, "Mr. Kevin, there is an important meeting tomorrow morning, which His Majesty will personally preside. Mainly for this incident in the country of Smitta, you as a party must be involved. ”

"Okay, I got it. Kevin nodded, thoughtful.

After the parrot finished the message, it flew away. The little spoon looked at Kevin's contemplative appearance, and said understandingly: "Otherwise, you won't fight the rich second generation today, right?"

"No," Kevin waved his hand to refuse, "I will only see the king tomorrow, and it will not conflict with the rich second generation tonight." ”

"No," insisted the little spoon, "seeing the king is a big deal, and you should prepare well tonight." The rich second generation has been there anyway, and we can play every day if we want to. ”

Kevin smiled and nodded, "Okay, then listen to you." ”

Time flickered, and it was already the next morning. In the palace of the kingdom, the king sits in the center, flanked by dignitaries of state. Both the Headmaster and the Headmaster had returned, and Kevin was seated next to the Headmaster.

Before the meeting, Kevin quietly asked, "How's it going?"

"Find a bunch of necromancer's materials and beginner manuals, whether they are useful or not will need to be studied to know, and now they are all handed over to your principal. The Assassin President replied.

Kevin nodded, and asked again, "What about the follow-up situation in Smitta? ”

The Assassin Guild glanced at Kevin: "I basically already know that you did it, but I just didn't say it." And the other party asked us in private to pass someone, but we didn't give it. In the end, you have been blacklisted, and you will not be able to enter the country of Smittae in this life. ”

Kevin felt slightly regretful, he knew that he was still on the blacklist, and he should have exposed himself at that time.

"That brother who was born at the wrong time still became a community security guard," the Assassin leader couldn't help but shake his head, "That captain was dismissed and replaced." The Imperials have also changed, and they have changed to a much more savvy one. All your information has been added, and it may be dangerous to go out again in the short term. ”

Kevin nodded: "Expected. ”

In a few moments, His Majesty the King arrived, and the meeting officially began. After a brief opening statement, let Kevin explain the whole story.

The people present are all insiders, and most of them actually know a thing or two about the whole thing, and the meeting time is limited, and Kevin can't do everything in detail, so he can talk about it. But the opportunity is rare, and Kevin can't help but mix some of his own thoughts in it.

"Judging by the results, I think this was a success," Kevin concluded, "and our original purpose was to find the necromancer, and now that we have found it, we can't say that it was a failure." Although this person is just a dry bone in the grave, and he is only a beginner in necromancy, it has some effect. ”

"As far as I know, Fran is a good necromancer, but due to the loss of his memory, he doesn't know much about low-level spells. If we can have a more systematic set of basic manuals, it will also be of great benefit to our future development. ”

"As for the shortcomings, I am also very ashamed that the use of spars is too much, and it has caused a huge social impact for the two masters. Even though they can't produce evidence, they still develop feelings of disgust towards us, which may affect something. I regret it here, but I must say that this is what the so-called troublemakers are!"

"A lot of times, it seems to be calm, but it's already festering and rotting underneath, and if no one does anything, it will never see the light of day. At the same time, our country's strategy tends to be defensive, but it is impossible to blindly defend without the slightest edge. Doing things is a way of strategic offensive, but looking back on history, whether it is me or other masters, they are too scattered and not very professional in doing things. ”

"It is well known that there is an essential difference between professional and amateur in most fields. It's the same with mess up, how many papers do we have on mess around, how much time do we have to do research on mess up? Even myself, it's all on a whim. It will never be possible to achieve great things just by getting up on the spur of the moment!"

"I think we should set up a special department, which can be subordinate to the Assassins' Guild, but relatively independent. In line with the national strategy, formulate a plan to do things, and after the meeting discusses and approves them, do things again. We can call this department the Strategic Bureau!"

Everyone: "......"

"Kevin," the Assassin President interrupted, "I have to remind you that you're already on the Smida Nation blacklist. ”

Kevin didn't care: "The bureau doesn't necessarily need me to do it personally, not to mention that it's not too difficult to bypass a blacklist with the power of the state." ”

"This bureau can't be made public to the outside world, right?" someone asked.

Kevin replied, "Even the assassins are not open to the public, and the situation is naturally not public. However, in order to make things easier, we can call ourselves to the outside world - the strategic funny bureau. to confuse each other. ”

Everyone: "......"

"What does the bureau usually do, do you study how to blow up the building?"

"The biggest role of the troublemaking bureau is to find trouble!" Kevin replied, "I just said that the troublemaking bureau is a strategic offensive to a certain extent. We can create chaos, but it's not as simple as creating chaos. So, let me give you a simple example. ”

"The problem of international students in the Minotaur in the Royal Academy has always been a headache for all teachers, and I have also witnessed a lot of them in the Royal College," Kevin said, "I have come up with a method, now that the civilian crystal ball has become more popular, we can try to add a few more stages and set them up in the Minotaur classroom!"

"Every time I go to class, I can broadcast it live across the country. In this way, whether they talk or sleep in class or touch each other, they can be seen by the people of the world, and they will also be laughed at by the people of the world! This is equivalent to the joint supervision of the people of the world, and although the discipline in class will not improve instantly, it will help somewhat. ”

The principal shook his head frantically: "The people of the world will not laugh at the Minotaur, but laugh at us." ”

"We can also broadcast the Terran classroom live, and the comparison between the two will naturally be distinguishable by people in the world. Moreover, this is also a supervision for teachers and students, and the teaching effect will inevitably be improved by eliminating fishing. As far as I know, some construction sites will also try to broadcast live for the sake of effect, and thousands of supervisors from afar have not seen anything. The classroom is also not a private place, and there is no need to think about privacy or not. ”

"It's just that the crystal ball can't transmit sound at the moment, which is a little regrettable. If each lesson is accompanied by a sign language interpreter, it is too cumbersome, and some technical terms are not easy to translate and require additional training. And many teachers don't know sign language themselves, so it doesn't seem necessary to learn from scratch. This can only be said later. Kevin sighed.

The principal smiled: "Even if our class is heard, it is not so easy to understand. ”

"There are always people who can understand, and besides, I am not just talking about the Wang Academy, but also about some junior schools," Kevin replied, "and the real meaning is to pass on knowledge to the common people and to broaden the wisdom of the people." Of course, this also requires them to study seriously on their own, but after all, they have to put the opportunity in front of them. ”

"I used to think that the way to break the monopoly was to kill people. So at that time, I made a lot of assassin strategies and stuff like that, hoping that people with terminal illnesses would fight to the death with the strategies. But now I feel like it's just a palliative approach. The real way to break the monopoly is to open source," Kevin sighed, "School live broadcast is just the beginning, and other industries can more or less follow suit except for a few confidential departments." This is more transparent and more open source. ”

"I'm afraid it's very difficult to implement. Quite a few people laughed and shook their heads.

Kevin nodded: "Of course, the foreseeable opposition is huge. But it doesn't matter, we're in trouble, and we don't need to go through normal procedures at all. Just get the equipment and start the live broadcast the next day. ”

"You're going to do something!" the headmaster couldn't help but speak.

"Ahem!" Kevin coughed dryly, "Can I interpret this as complimenting me?"