"That's what I mean. Once people become lazy and there is no system to restrain them, they will spread the word to ten and ten to a hundred. I don't believe in people's hearts. I only believe in the system that everyone must implement. After all, the system and law maintain the lower limit of society. Morality

Self-discipline is the upper limit of human beings.”

Martin got the answer. Although it was not consistent with what he imagined, he finally had a new direction to move forward.

"Maybe your idea is right. Do you have any other questions?"

Annick thought that today's meeting was a bit long, so he said.

"Have you heard the stories about Dawn and Morning Star? I recently visited this so-called oldest secret society and got some interesting secrets. Let me share them with you at the next meeting."

Secret news? Mr. Detective has a wide range of friends. I wonder what new news he has.

Elizabeth lamented that time passed too quickly.

Drake did not forget to do business and said: "Okay, recently I have been running a transportation business in the Kingdom of Leaf. By the way, if Mr. Tianping is interested, we can provide transportation services, such as selling Dunland's coal to Leaf."

Wang Guo, it doesn’t matter if the profit is low.”

Martin waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it, I'm not too prepared for opening a coal mine."

"I think Mr. Detective's suggestion is quite good. You should produce and sell it yourself. For those poor people who cannot afford heating, Mr. Tianping, you may be able to directly send them briquettes or briquettes. This way the cost will be lowered."

This Miss Rose can digest knowledge faster than he thought. Maybe the eldest lady has received a lot of new education. Annick looked at Miss Rose beside him and was curious about who such a wise lady was.

Home baby girl.

"Okay, see you next time."

"Goodbye Mr. Detective, goodbye everyone, good night Mr. Administrator."

"goodbye."

Annick opened his eyes again, and the spirit body had returned to his body at home in Eggsburg.

At about the same time, the current King Charles II, with two delicate mustaches, was in his office in Rumang, the capital of Bruges. He was wearing a white navy dress and was reading the official documents that had been submitted. He was sitting on the sofa next to the desk.

Sitting there was his own younger brother, Prince Ryan, who was nominally in charge of the army. The head maid, Mrs. Ruinan, was pouring tea for him.

Charles II didn't raise his eyelids and asked directly: "How is it? My troublesome baby daughter has been quite honest recently."

Mrs. Ruinan, who poured tea for Prince Lane, replied: "Your Majesty, according to your wishes, His Highness's letters and friends have been investigated. The strange thing is that the source of those manuscripts has not been found."

Prince Ryan didn't have time to drink tea, and said loudly: "Impossible, I have read that manuscript, and it is completely impossible for an amateur who has never seen a battleship to come up with it. Don't tell me, these suggestions are all mine.

My precious niece wrote it herself, and then brought it up under the guise of a non-existent pen pal."

Mrs. Ruinan replied: "Your Highness, we have investigated and it is true that no one has sent a letter to His Highness. When His Highness goes on patrol, he is followed by the Coldstream Guards. Your Majesty must know this better than I do."

Charles II continued to process the official documents, and then said: "Ryan, it is indeed impossible for Elizabeth to come into contact with people outside our control under normal circumstances, unless..."

Seeing that his brother was halfway through his words, Prince Ryan couldn't help but said, "Brother, just say what you want to say. There is no mole in this room."

Charles II gave an explanation: "Unless there is a powerful enough being who can ignore the two angels at the headquarters of the two major churches in the capital of Rumang and directly take away Elizabeth's spirit body, and the association she joins,

Regardless of the potential sect of the ancient gods, it doesn’t seem to be doing any harm to us at the moment.”

Prince Ryan's mouth opened wide enough to hold a fist, and he said in surprise: "Is there really such a powerful existence? Then Zhengshen has no idea?"

"Who knows, since the golden age, countless gods have fallen, and the rose lurking under our feet was not established by two extremely powerful beings."

The king didn't care about this, stretched his body, raised his head and continued.

"Our royal family is in this position today simply because the theocratic powers do not have the energy to involve themselves in so many secular government affairs. For the time being, you just pretend you know nothing about Elizabeth's activities, and don't check her letters or anything like that. By the way, this little

Nizi is already an Awakened One, and the Coldstream Guards no longer need to watch her every day."

Prince Ryan smiled bitterly: "Is this considered diversified investment? Do we need to get in touch with this mysterious association?"

Charles II waved his hand and said: "We don't need it for the time being. By the way, the guy with the association code name Detective has great ideas. His ideas about the navy are very advanced. In this way, I will buy the optical rangefinder for 2,000 pounds."

Come on, open a bearer account, Ruinan, give it to Elizabeth and ask her to pass it on to the detective."

Prince Ryan asked: "Is this a good sign?"

"It's not just a show of goodwill. Do you think the anonymous person can't be traced? It's just to see if we are willing."

Charles II smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

"What about your Majesty? Shall we send people to investigate?" Ruinan asked.

"Okay, I heard that the boy is from Eggsburg. Send a telegram to the shadow and ask him to protect the detective. After all, it is safest to put eggs in more baskets, right?"

In a vast and boundless place, a beautiful woman and a middle-aged man were playing chess. All the praises in the world were not enough to describe her beauty. Her white waterfall-like long hair and pointed tiger teeth were like red gem eyes.

Her eyes are matched with eyelashes of appropriate length. Today, she still likes her favorite black lace palace robe, and a beautiful parasol hangs behind her chair.

She was confident that no man in the world could escape her charm, except for the guy playing chess with her in front of her. He or he was still staring intently at the chess pieces on the alternating black and white squares.

"General!"

The middle-aged man has a majestic face and short black hair, but the tips of his hair are slightly golden. He has fair skin and a strong body. He is wearing a white robe and has a rusted cross hanging on his head.

It seemed that she was in a desperate situation. The woman could only say shyly: "Oh, I won't play anymore. Every time I play chess with you, I play so seriously. Don't you have no interest in this antique? I don't know how to give in."

The man replied without emotion: "Winning is winning. What is fun? I am not working hard to stay in this damn place for so long just for fun. What do you think of recent events?"

The man pointed to a wall next to him, which had 50 playing cards clearly painted on it. Each playing card had a portrait and a few lines of text. Among them, diamonds 2, 4, and spades 5 had a throwing knife stuck on them.
Chapter completed!