City of Fernando, Imperial Government Affairs Office.
Although Luke is the actual manager of the imperial capital, he is now just a civilian. After his title as the Minister of Finance was removed from office by Fernando XIII, he has never been restored. However, everyone selectively regarding this.
Ignore it.
Luke sat in front of the table and focused on handling official duties. After defeating the orc attack, the human emperor had to do a lot of things, to provide pensions for the families of the fallen soldiers, prepare for winter clothing and food, rebuild residences, and organize personnel to re-dispose
From which fugitive nobles and officials took over the industry...
Government affairs are endless, but Luke's interest is extremely high. For people like Luke who are obsessed with power, handling official duties is the greatest enjoyment. Every sentence of Luke's instructions may determine hundreds of thousands of people.
Destiny, the pleasure of holding the fate of others in one's own hands, cannot be replaced by anything else.
"Let me in...Don't you damn guards, don't you know who I am?" A noisy voice came from outside the door, which made Luke, whose thoughts were interrupted, very angry. He was about to open his mouth and scold him fiercely.
After a few words, I suddenly remembered the master of the angry voice.
"It's so fast!" Luke silently said in his heart: "They actually took action just a few days after the war for the imperial capital."
"Bang!" With a sound, the door of the room was knocked open. A nobleman, who was about 40, strode in. The guards guarding outside Luke's room followed closely behind the nobleman.
After walking in, the one who was leading them quickly saw Luke and saw: "I'm sorry, sir. We...he insisted on breaking in, we..."
"Go down!" Luke waved his hand gently and let the derelict guards go out in an understatement. When there were two people left in the room, Luke's face was filled with smiles, and he stood up and took a few steps.
He walked to the nobleman and said in a respectful tone: "Welcome to you, my Birmingham."
That's right, this nobleman who was about 40 years old was Birmingham Fernando, who had hoped to inherit the throne of Fernando thirteenth. With the blood of the royal family, his inheritance rights of the throne could be ranked among the top three. Of course, that was among these nobles.
Before escaping from the imperial capital.
"Hmph!" Birmingham was displeased: "Luke, your subordinates are really... they even dare to stop me!"
Luke was actually very angry because he stopped everyone by ordering the guards. As a result, a Birmingham with royal blood made them not know what to do. Several strong guards actually gave one.
The nobleman who was lingering in the bed of a married woman, and the body was so weak that he broke in.
However, with Luke's scheming, his face was full of apology and he shouted loudly: "Oh, you have been wronged. Those guards are new, how can you know you? I'll give them a try later.
Retreat. Oh, by the way, are you?"
Seeing that Luke had directly brought the topic to the point, he stopped going around. He walked straight to a chair and sat down, and then said to Luke: "I came back from Sea Breeze City this time, mainly about that Catherine.
.As we all know, this woman is just Crufernando's wife. How could she become the queen of the empire? I have asked everyone for advice, and everyone thinks she cannot continue to sit in that position."
Luke sneered in his heart. These borers ran faster than anyone else when they were in danger, but when the crisis was resolved, they immediately flew back like a fly smelling a smelly meat. It was really annoying. "This is the same.
, My Lord Birmingham, who do you think should inherit this position?”
As soon as he heard Luke reaching the most critical place, Birmingham's breathing suddenly became rapid. He could no longer sit still and stood up. Birmingham kept rubbing his hands, and his forehead was even slightly sweating.
And his face flushed: "This, this, I think...oh, no, everyone thinks, this, that..."
Seeing Birmingham hesitating and refused to continue, Luke smiled meaningfully and said Birmingham wanted but couldn't come out: "I personally think that only our Lord Birmingham is qualified to inherit this position.
.You, one of those two is too old, and the other is too young, aren’t you?”
"Yes, yes!" Birmingham kept saying: "It's just this, it's still Luke who knows the righteousness. Ah, if I sit in that position, I will definitely let you be the Imperial Minister of Finance."
"Then I'll thank you first." Luke nodded slightly, and then whispered: "But the key now is that you must get the support of others. It's better to do this. Contact others as much as possible and strive for the best.
With their support, we will find an opportunity to bring up this matter. Then, hehe..."
"Yes, yes." Birmingham kept saying: "I'll go now, I'll go now!"
"Wait!" Luke stopped Birmingham, who was about to walk out in a hurry, and whispered in his ear: "Be careful to keep it confidential, otherwise it will be troublesome if you let others know."
Birmingham patted Luke's shoulder hard, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out with confidence with his hands behind his back.
Luke looked at Birmingham's back and a hint of regret appeared on his face, and the expression immediately turned into anger. After a moment, four strong men walked in with their heads held high and their chests. These people were with the guards who had been guarding outside Luke's door.
Different, these people were adopted by Luke since childhood. They were loyal to Luke, and the guards outside the door just now were specially promoted by Luke. After all, Luke is now the actual ruler of the imperial capital, and he is promoted appropriately.
Some outsiders will be more likely to win people's hearts.
But what Luke didn't expect was that after seeing Birmingham with royal blood, the people he promoted were afraid of, and let the other party break in. This is what Luke was most angry about.
Luke is responsible for those people's food, clothing, housing and use, but he refuses to do anything. If Luke's subordinates all look like this, then Luke might as well just roll up the bedding and go home. His own
Even the guards can't control them, so what other national affairs are there to deal with?
In view of this, Luke specially transferred his confidant, and he wanted to deal with those who refused to really contribute to him. If he did not set a bloody example for later generations in this matter, then many things would not be
It's easy to deal with. Luke looked at the four of his confidants and said, "I have never been concerned about my closeness and alienation when I have the ability. As long as I have the ability, I will be promoted vigorously. Of course, if the person I promoted is not loyal enough, then he
I can't go very far."
The four strong men stood upright and didn't hear Luke's words. Luke knew that these four people had heard their words, but they had undergone rigorous training since childhood. No matter when the master was not
If they say something, they are mute.
"The guards who were guarding my door just now have good abilities. Now the work of rebuilding the imperial capital requires a lot of manpower. Let them go wherever they are most dangerous. Don't look at them differently just because they have followed me.
”
The person standing on the left of these four people had a yellow bar on the neckline than the other three, most of whom were the leader. After hearing Luke's words, this person just nodded slightly but said nothing.
Luke again: "This person is the most caring person I have used to since childhood. From now on, I will leave my safety to you. Take turns, don't work too hard."
Hearing the tone of encouragement in Luke's words, the four people were still expressionless, and only the person in the lead nodded slightly again.
Luke waved his hand and let his subordinates go out. When he was left alone in the room, Luke suddenly used a voice that only he could hear: "Or, how many accidents should be caused?"
Fernando City, Luke's residence.
Ryan waved his hand vigorously, unhappy: "I am just an ordinary magic apprentice. I don't understand these things about you, and I don't want to understand them!"
Hubble Fernando, the 7-year-old child who had the same right to inherit the throne as Birmingham, was sitting on the ground, playing with an exquisite warship made of gold, and beside the throne heir, one was in his 30s.
The year-old man was so upset: "Aha, you are so humble. Who doesn't know that in the battle of Thunder Fortress and the Emperor's Capital, except for that Victor Division, you are the best in your military meritorious service."
Ryan looked unhappy: "That's just what I should do, and it has nothing to do with those politics."
"Ahh! How can this be irrelevant? Look at me, Camp Fernando, with your great achievements, you can take office as the marshal of the Empire. If our Hubble could sit in that position, I would definitely go to him.
Recommend you, you can see?”
Ryan wished that a fireball technique would destroy the nonsense guy in front of him, but he still held back. After all, this man in his 30s also has royal blood. Ryan is not afraid of causing trouble, but he doesn't want to give Farath and Lu.
Get into trouble.
"This matter will be done again, I'm going to practice." Ryan stood up and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, the Kamp reached out to stop Ryan and shouted: "Ahh, I almost forgot that our cute Hubble is not stopping
I mentioned you once, and he still wants to learn magic from you. Now I have time, why don’t you give him some advice?"
Ryan looked at the little guy who was less than 7 years old sitting on the ground. His snot was about to flow to his chest. I didn't know how to wipe it. An urge to kill someone surged from the bottom of my heart. Ryan was really
I couldn't bear it anymore, he said: "I have a habit. If someone doesn't let me practice when practicing magic, then I will use that person as a target."
After that, Ryan flipped his hand and a ball of fire appeared in his hand.
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