Chapter 127 Can't afford to offend

"Royal and noble? The interests and power of this country have been divided up. If the Kingdom of Navia is compared to a big cake, then these two groups will occupy more than 80% of the cake, and it also includes the most cream and the sweetest part."

William paused at this point, lifted the wine glass in his hand, and the amber wine inside slowly swayed under his sway. He pointed to the wine glass and continued:

"Looking at Arcadio and his ban, they will never be content. They will not only try their best to defend the part they have occupied, but will continue to ask for more as long as they have the chance, but the cake is limited. If this continues, the person who originally had a small piece of cake will soon be able to eat the residue, and after the residue is not eaten...," William smacked his lips and did not continue to talk, and instead talked about other aspects: "What supports Arcadio and his group of people to obtain so many cakes reasonably and legally is order, law and even social morality. King Norton I is the representative of these. They hold the power to distribute cakes. You said, I want to control this country, can they support it?"

Sherlock laughed: "Of course not."

Sherlock knew very well that William was a person. William didn't mind dividing his interests because he was not a person who wanted to enjoy himself, and he only had power in his eyes.

No matter how friendly he looks, William is actually a domineering person at heart. He doesn't mind giving the benefits to others, but the premise is that he owns the benefits.

Can a group of nobles accept such a strong man to become his monarch? Arcadio dares to fool Norton I and issue a ban on alcohol, but if he faces William, he will definitely not even dare to mention it.

William walked to the window and looked at the direction of the slums: "I want to be the one who divides the cake and sets the rules, but those royal families and nobles will not agree, so my best target is naturally the largest number of people, but I can only gather around the table and pick up some residue to eat. They are very satisfied. And when I give them more benefits, I will sincerely support me as a distributor."

He took a sip of wine: "What's the use of me to win over those royal nobles? Can they help me tear my enemies apart?"

...

The sheriff of Kalmar City, Dennis covered his mouth and nose with a perfume-squirting handkerchief, and looked at the scene in front of him with some disgust.

On the remote path, five corpses lay on the ground in a row, and the sun shone freely through the gaps of the woods on the roadside, but it still could not dispel the darkness in Dennis's heart.

The three corpses carrying guards' standard swords were normal, but the other two corpses may have nightmares when ordinary people saw them.

A giant man with a body size far higher than that of ordinary people, his head and head were different, and his calf was cut off, and his lower abdomen was even cut open, making him look miserable.

The other corpse was dressed in a simple and cheaper manner than the other corpse. A terrifying trauma spread from his shoulders to his waist, almost splitting his upper body in half. To be honest, Dennis felt it would be better to split it in half directly. Such a shaky look was more cunning.

This path that was usually rarely visited was a lot of people. After all, this is not a slum where almost people are missing or even dead every day, but a place near civilians and nobles. People die, and so many people die at once, which is still rare.

The police station was blocking both sides of the road to prevent anyone from damaging the scene. After seeing the scene, Dennis stood far away and looked at a man in his thirties and forties with a bearded face constantly at the scene, lying around the body, from time to time on the ground, looking at the road with his butt sticking out, looking at it constantly, which seemed a bit funny.

Dennis doesn't think so.

Managing public security in a royal city is not a good job, especially given the simplicity of the system, no matter what big or small things happen in the city, Dennis almost has to take care of it, from murders to a minister’s house, he will find him on his head.

If it were just like this, maybe it might be harder and more serious, it might not be that difficult to do this job, but in this city where princes and nobles travel everywhere, the so-called law and the so-called order are not so easy to implement.

Dennis was just a jazz and was deprived of hereditary privileges. Sometimes he even wondered if it was because his title was low enough and easy to grasp that those ministers chose to arrange him in this position.

As a sheriff in this city, the case is always complicated. You will never know what is behind the case and who will be involved. A seemingly ordinary theft case will sometimes lead to a grudge between nobles.

So Dennis became obsessed with gambling because his work itself required him to participate in gambling.

Before a case is investigated, it is a gamble. After investigation, if the truth of the matter is discovered, it involves a dispute between two big names, then choosing how to take sides is also a gamble.

His hereditary jazz lost in a "gambling" and was removed from his hereditary title.

Many people say that thirty is the age when a man gradually begins to make progress, but Dennis gradually begins to regress.

So he naturally became able to live a life of life.

On the other side, the bearded man finally got up from the ground. He winked at Dennis, and Dennis frowned and walked over. The two avoided the crowd and started to talk in a low voice.

"Don't interfere, you can't afford to mess with this matter." The bearded man pretended to beat the dust stained on his clothes, but his eyes were vigilantly scanning the surroundings, and he said in a low voice.

Dennis glanced at the bearded man, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The bearded man is named Thomason, who is only five years older than Dennis, but he looks like Dennis's previous generation.

Thomason was originally a bounty hunter, but his family became the final harbor for this wandering wanderer. After getting married and having children, he no longer prepared to continue his wandering life. In the end, by chance, he came to Dennis to do things, and was attracted by Dennis and recruited him.

Thomason is not strong enough, but he has been wandering in the East China Sea for many years, has experienced many battles and has witnessed a lot. Whether it is case investigation experience, gaze and judgment, he is much better than Dennis, who has only one noble title, and other than that, he has no other strengths.

Dennis is not Andre. He has no idea of ​​being jealous of the virtuous and capable, but he trusts Thomason quite much. Thomason also reciprocates this man who helps him get a stable life and never puts on a noble airs. He has always tried his best to assist Dennis in his work.

"Who is the one who committed the crime?" asked Dennis. "The person who died this time is not simple, and it may not be that easy not to intervene."
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