The so-called big fish of the Bauhinia Guard finally surfaced and was shocked and heard one after another. When everyone thought that the last punch would hit Gragia, David Mo didn't expect that the sword would go arbitrarily and swung the giant sword of the Bauhinia Guard towards Budilson!
Retifoucault admitted that he had taken the Ministry of War's combat plan, but he said that he was only instructed to hand over the plan to a senior official, and he did not know anything else.
As for whom a senior official was, a rumor was heard over the years: this matter is likely to be related to a senior official with the surname Budi.
Then, the incident about the Buddy family's industry was also exposed. This military minister who came from a small aristocratic family now has a net worth of over 100 million gold coins! The major internal stories disclosed one after another finally pushed Budillson to the forefront.
Behind the rumor of all kinds, Budilson couldn't help feeling anxious about it. At first he could still calm down, but later the rumors became more and more sensible, and he finally could no longer remain silent.
So he began to run around the mansions of Tuscon and Gragia, hoping to get help from them. Unfortunately, they are in a very awkward situation now and have no extra ability to help him.
Gragia is now the most dangerous thing to be surrounded by enemies. When the clay Buddha crosses the river, it is difficult to protect himself. Not to mention protecting others, it is already good that he can protect himself now.
The Ministry of Personnel in Tuscon's hands was even more fragmented. The matter of changing the party had already made him exhausted and he had no time to care about Budilson's affairs.
In desperation, Budilson had to ask to enter the palace to meet the saint, trying to test the emperor's attitude. Unfortunately, the emperor's answer to him was extremely straightforward, just two words: No see.
From then on, Budilson finally confirmed that the next target of the Bauhinia Guard must be him. So he finally put down his face and visited No. 15, Langning Street in person.
The meeting with David Mo was very short, and the two of them were not sure what they had discussed. But one thing was certain, that is, Budilson did not get the desired result. Because since this meeting, his mental state seemed even more exhausted.
Next, the surroundings of Buddy's mansion were monitored around the clock, and the soldiers guarding the city of the Royal Imperial Force received orders. Budilson's family and himself were not allowed to leave half a step away.
As the situation became more and more tense, Budilson was on the verge of collapse and wrote a resignation letter overnight to submit it to the palace. Unfortunately, the head guard in the palace told him that the emperor had already spoken: He would not have to hand over his memorials in the future.
At the end of his life, his temper became worse and worse. There was only one thing he thought about: that was why he pointed the gun at him for no reason. Some time ago, he was obviously arrested by Gragia's subordinates, but in the end he hit him with the heaviest punch.
Just when he felt despair and hesitation, a mysterious guest came to his home. The two of them talked for four hours before the mysterious guest said goodbye.
Budilson sat alone in the hall, his eyes flashing coldly, his face was gloomy and gloomy. He finally muttered to himself: "You guys forced me..."
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Yale City's city defense mission was carried out by twelve Royal Imperial Army divisions in turn. Because the First Division had been transferred to guard the southern border, the rotation speed was one round faster than usual.
There are eight gates in the entire Yale City, corresponding to eight directions: south, north, west, east, southwest, northwest, southeast and northeast.
When we first designed this city, the eight gates were set as the final result of the founding emperor. In order to demonstrate the unique political status of Yale City and its solemn and grand atmosphere.
It was the turn of the Sixth Division to guard the eight city gates tonight. The division commander Sera was the second-class marquis of the empire and was also a subordinate of Budilson.
However, just a few days ago, he suddenly broke with Budilson openly, and even threatened that once a dynasty, the court ordered the arrest of the entire Budilson clan, he was willing to lead his troops to carry out the arrest.
Although this remark of the Lord is despicable, it has to be admitted that this has temporarily let the Bauhinia Guard, who was originally planning to target him, let him go for the time being. In David Mo's opinion, such a jumping clown cannot cause any big waves at all.
The moonlight is like a hook, the starry night is bright, and the early summer night is a little cold, and soldiers wearing iron armor and holding spears are changing their guards in an orderly manner.
However, today's defense has changed slightly, because the commander of the 6th Division, Sera, said that in order to prevent a military minister from leaving at night, he will personally be responsible for the defense of the Northwest Gate tonight.
Several officers originally wanted to follow him to stand guard, but they were all supported by him for various reasons. At this time, he was paced back and forth on the city tower, his eyes flashing slightly, and his face seemed a little uneasy.
However, the night color blocked his expression very well, and no one around noticed him. Although the teacher's recent remarks are despised, his reputation has remained there for many years. No one dared to openly express his dissatisfaction with him yet.
More than a dozen carriages were slowly walking towards the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city gate immediately stopped the team of people and were about to come forward to check and interrogate, but unexpectedly, a stench spread out, and the soldiers covered their mouths and noses.
A short old man walked down a carriage in the lead. He lifted the cloak on his head, revealing an old face. He walked forward with a calm face, nodded and bowed, "I'll let the young men go to the city to rest."
After saying that, he took out a small bag of heavy gold coins and wanted to stuff them into the hands of an officer in charge. Unfortunately, the officer refused coldly and said, "Please put away this money first, and let's talk about it after we check it!"
After saying that, he ignored the short old man and personally led a group of soldiers to check their car. Because there were a large number of car drivers, the inspection took a long time, and the old man's eyes began to feel a little impatient.
The soldiers in charge of the search soon discovered the problem. Dozens of carriages were all filled with stench and filled with ragged slaves. This was obviously the slave trader's truck.
Because there must be approval from the court for buying and selling slaves, it is illegal to sell slaves privately in the Holy Empire. The officer immediately asked: "Show your approval from you."
The short old man looked a little embarrassed. After searching in his arms for a long time, he actually took out a few bank notes and said with a pleasing face: "This military master please make sure to make peace. It's not easy to buy and sell small books."
The officer snorted coldly and was unmoved at all. Now the Zijing Guard is strictly investigating various bribery cases. If these silver notes are received in full view of the public, I am afraid that things will spread tomorrow, and I will have to suffer in prison at that time.
"Since you have not approved it, you are selling slaves privately. We must detain all these slaves, and you and all the guards must also go with us!"
His voice fell and he immediately signaled the soldiers to catch people. More than a dozen guards behind the old man were taken down on the spot, and all the carriages were also controlled, and they were about to take them away separately.
At this time, footsteps came, and it turned out that Sera had walked down with several guards. When his eyes swept to the short old man, a little unnatural appeared on his face, but he soon covered it up.
"What happened? Why did it make such a big fight?!" He walked directly to the officer and shouted. Because the walls of Yale City were too high, he could not hear the conversation below at all, so he did not understand the situation for the time being.
The officer then bowed quickly and said, "Report to the commander, I found out that these people were buying and selling slaves privately, and are now preparing to take them to the Urban Management Army Office for interrogation."
Only the urban management army has the power to interrogate these illegal slave traders, and they will receive 30% gold coins at the market price of these slaves as rewards.
Sera nodded, approached the old man who looked like a boss, and frowned slightly, "What's the odor on your body? It feels like it's not an ordinary odor, it seems a bit weird?"
When the old man saw the official medal on his clothes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but his face said bitterly: "In order to prevent these slaves from dying of illness, the young man gave them some herbs... The villain just wanted to eat, and asked the military master to let the villain go."
Sera looked up and down at the old man's eyes and suddenly said curiously: "I heard that your accent seems to be from Quec's northern province, which city are you from?"
The little old man quickly replied, "The youngest one is from Cyris City, is it that the adults are also from Quecco North?"
Sera seemed extremely happy to hear his answer, and smiled faintly: "What a coincidence. I am also from Seris. It is not easy to meet people from my hometown in **..." He said this, and turned to the officer beside him and ordered: "This time I will pretend that I didn't see them and let them into the city."
The officer looked a little embarrassed. After all, such a thing can be big or small. It doesn't matter if Serra has a high position and power. He, a small battalion commander, cannot afford it.
Seeing his appearance, Sera waved her hand and said, "If anything happens, I will take care of it! Just let it go!"
Seeing that he was so persistent, the officer was not able to say something to refuse. Moreover, the division commander also said that he would take responsibility himself, so the middle-aged officer had to say in disappointment: "Let him go!"
The little old man knelt down on the ground with a pounce and said gratefully: "Thank you, the little old man, thank you for your great kindness, the little old man will never forget you!"
After saying that, he took out a small stack of silver notes and stuffed them into Serra's hand, and said earnestly: "Sir, don't refuse, sir, the villain just wants to express his gratitude."
Sera had no choice but to take it over. Then the short old man called on the guard to drive into the city. More than a dozen carriages passed through the city gate in a moment.
At this time, the old man's face no longer had a look of humility. Instead, he looked stern and said to a cloaked man beside him: "I will take someone to ambush at the Zijinguemen, and you will take someone to the mansion of the Demon General to wait for the dispatch."
Then more than a dozen figures jumped out of the carriage, and disappeared into the streets and alleys under the cover of the moonlight. (To be continued.)