Verse 14 originally

"According to this statement, our little queen is only able to maintain this position because of a woman...... And you can have the hope of growing up, right?"

"That's right. Now the two sides are still fighting in secret. Those with military power are trying to win the support of the local aristocracy, while those without military power are trying to control the army. It is precisely because of their competition with each other that there is a small number of forces that are still loyal to the royal family that can survive. It's as simple as that. But everywhere it is said that when our little queen comes of age, all the veils of warmth and affection will have to be torn off. Because the choice of the queen's husband determines the outcome of this competition...... Losers will undoubtedly take risks. Anything can happen at that time. A coup d'état or something is just a trivial matter, and there is a high probability of civil war. At the end of the day, for the sake of the ambitions of those few, it is always the innocent who suffer. Ay. Rhodia let out a meaningful sigh. "That's why things got so bad. ”

Ashruphat now understands a little. Obviously, it is the personal guard of eight positions, why is there six people vacant? Of course, this position is very important, and it is a key position to supervise and control the little queen. It can even be the winner or loser at a critical moment, so a third party is never allowed to join, especially an unrelated third party. In this position, there are only two options, the first is to choose one side to take refuge in order to be protected, and the second is to face endless conspiracy traps and be quickly "cleaned up". Probably because of each other's wrestling, they can't add one candidate.

That's why my two colleagues have such different attitudes towards me. One probably didn't know where I came from, so he thought I was the man arranged by the other party. The other is to know where I come from, so he's going to make a normal political deal to buy my loyalty.

Although it should not be said so, the position recommended by Aunt Mary is really terrible. I thought it would be a little shrimp that no one would notice, but no matter how the situation changes, it can't change on his head. Unexpectedly, this little shrimp was in the center of the storm, and countless eyes were staring at it.

Upon thinking of this, Ashrufat couldn't help but sigh. Now, the Duke of Byron may know about the incident in the city of Bracian. I don't know what means Lu Dao will use to clean himself up.

"Is that all?" Ashrufat asked, sighing again.

"That's pretty much it. Rhodia looked at Ashrufat with a smile, "It's just a story pieced together from the gossip on the streets, but it should be worth a few dollars." ”

"It's true that it's important to me, at least it solves the doubts in my mind. Ashrufat replied. Aunt Mary, you've sent me to the storm this time! No matter how low-key you are, I'm afraid it doesn't make sense. But stick to it for a year...... There shouldn't be much of a problem.

"When will that money be delivered?" asked Ashrufat.

"Come to me when it gets dark. I'll point out the relevant places, and you can't go wrong. ”

......

The night in Eagle Falcon City is still very different from that of a small city. When you're in Brassian, dark is the end of the day. Almost all shops close at dusk. At night, except for the mansion, which is lit up for parties and balls, the rest of the place is only faintly lit in the windows.

But in this royal city, the lights are still brilliant after dark. At least Ashrufat felt that the number of people on the streets had not decreased because of this. In the Flower Quarter, the night is even more bustling. And in this business district, at least the night didn't make it depressed.

The streets are full of people. All the shops on the side are open and are lit with various things. The most common light source is a torch from above. At the entrance of the store, torch stands are usually installed at heights within reach of adult men. Several enthusiastic guys are trying to sell goods to passing guests. From time to time, I can see several men of different shapes standing in the corner, but they all have gloomy eyes. These people scanned the passing crowd with their eyes, like a few hungry wolves standing on a high place, surveying the sheep passing by at the bottom of the mountain.

Ashrufat passed by the door of a shop. The annoying guy pestered him for half a minute until he was sure he had no chance of shopping. The level of merchants here is not as good as that of Brasian, Ashrufat thought as he walked, because the guys there could almost tell at a glance whether the person who walked by could be a customer.

He now carried a full three thousand gold Oli in his arms. The money is all banknotes, kept in a small bag, and properly stowed away close to the body. By the standards of a small place, this is more than a small businessman can accumulate in a lifetime. But in this sprawling city, it doesn't seem like a particularly remarkable amount. Otherwise, Rhodia wouldn't have let him send the money. Ashruphat was a little skeptical about what was going on, if this Rhodia was planning to use this incident to test his integrity?

She didn't seem to understand what was really going on with him, though. Such a mere 3,000 gold oli really can't fit into the eyes of Eshurufat. Before he set off for Eagle City, he had already estimated his annual income. Putting aside those mysterious interest-free certificates of deposit, the Orok Chamber of Commerce and the "Xianghai" (this name was conceived by Shirley) Tobacco Chamber of Commerce under his name can provide him with about 100,000 to 200,000 gold or even more every year. This is still a relatively conservative estimate. By any measure, he can be regarded as a rich man. Of course, because Aunt Mary emphasized "low-key and low-key", even Rhodia can't guess the real situation of Eshurufat.

Ashrufat walked forward. As he walked down the side of an alley, he noticed a few malicious glances focused on his back.

One...... Two...... Three? No, more than three. Ashrufat clearly felt several other eyes coming from the other corner. What's going on? Was it premeditated?

He frowned and moved on. His goal of sending money is not very far away. Right now, it's a place where people are coming and going, so I shouldn't be able to do it. As long as he walks a little further, he will be able to reach his destination......

His judgment turned out to be incorrect. Because as he quickened his pace, someone grabbed him on the shoulder from behind.

Ashrufat turned his head, and was met with a huge fist. Ordinary people would probably be stunned by this straightforward blow, or even directly knocked down, but Ashrufat only dodged this blow with a slight deviation of his head. He took a half-step back and avoided a second blow – but that was an overestimation of his opponent. Because the sneak attacker didn't expect his surprise blow to miss, he lost his balance and staggered two steps.

The people around stopped walking, a few pedestrians, and a few people in the shops looked at this scene strangely, and for a moment they didn't know what was happening in the road.

"Pay back the money you owe me. As soon as it was too late, the attacker immediately spat out a justified lie, and instead of relying on his fist, he drew a short stick from his body and slammed it down. The short stick was thick and rough, black and swarthy, and obviously a heavy iron rod. Ordinary people are smashed on the skull by this thing, and it is possible to lie down directly on the light and burst their brains so heavy that their brains burst.

Ashrufat again sideways to avoid the stick. He had sensed that someone was coming around from the side, and the sharp blades of the dagger could be seen in the darkness. This is no longer a roadblock robbery, but a murder for money.

Ashrufat struck the other man again, and then he stretched out his five fingers, thrust into the man's mouth, and pulled hard at him. It was also the first time he had tested his full strength - the entire jaw of the man with the iron rod in his hand, carrying half of his throat, had been torn straight from his body. The man let go of his hand in shock, and the iron rod fell to the ground. Then he tried to cover his chin with his hand. But this move was in vain. Because after a second, blood spurted out of the huge gap, gushing out through the fingers. He looked at his opponent in disbelief before he knelt uncontrollably. The robber's gaze was full of frenzy and fear, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was completely exposed to air, and every wriggling of the bare muscles of his throat only caused more blood to gush out.

Ashrufat picked up the iron rod from the ground, took a step sideways, and slammed it into the head of the hesitant assassin with the short sword in his hand. The human skull sunk straight into the face of this blow, and half of the head disappeared immediately. The tremendous pressure caused liquids of various colors to squirt out of the man's features.

After doing this, Ashruphat casually threw the short stick in his hand, and then kept the same route as he walked forward. Let the screams and screams come from behind him.

Passing through the pack of hungry wolves, you must prove yourself to be the strongest and most cruel of all wolves.

The malicious eyes followed him, but there was no second attack until he reached his destination, a nice two-story building in the business district.

At the entrance of the house stood an armed guard. He looked at Ashrufat with a wary gaze.

"Rhodia asked me to bring something. Ashrufat said.

......

In the dim light, the bald, wizened old man stared greedily at the thick stack of goldoli in his hand, and counted carefully. He counted carefully and enjoyed it. To be honest, this scene is not much different from the rich businessman and miser in the illustration of a children's story.

Ashrufat waited for a long time. The old man had just finished counting the money. He looked up at Ashrufat, the cheap smile on his lips that was common to rich and unscrupulous merchants.

"Rhodia really sent her intelligence money in time...... Hehe...... I thought she was going to break her promise this time. The old man also seemed to sense the disdain in Ashrufat's gaze, so he said with a little embarrassment. "Wait a minute, I'll give you a receipt. ”

"Intelligence fee?" Ashrufat was stunned for a moment at the word.

"That's right, otherwise how would she pay me such a high price. Of course, it's because my information is accurate. The old man replied. "Hmm...... Receipt...... Receipt...... Where's my pen?"

"So...... Rhodia is the de facto controller of Flower Street?" asked Ashrufat, while the old man was looking for a pen.