Chapter 757: Under the Clear Water

Jin Na stretched out her hand and scratched lightly on the neck of the old man who had been with her for many years. She knew that this was the third favorite way to relax - his first and second favorites were Shawkin and Hosman. Regional distilled spirits.

Sonia sighed at the side: "The griffins on your side have the worst temper I have ever seen, full of vulgar words - in comparison, all the giant eagles we tame are gentle and polite gentlemen and ladies. ."

"Unfortunately, I'm not an elf, nor a Druid profession. I don't understand what the griffins are saying..." Jin Na shook her head, "but I can feel their mood to some extent."

"It's okay if you don't understand it, but if you understand it, it's annoying," Sonia said helplessly, "Scolding the street with Griffin, these guys can kill your whole family in an instant..."

A low humming sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Sonya's words. Jin Na heard the sound and raised her head, just as she saw a dragoon training machine that had completed its mission across the sky, flying under the light of the approaching dusk. in the direction of the hangar.

The gryphon beside her saw the magic machine flying across the sky, and immediately became emotional, flapping its wings and making a particularly loud chirping sound.

Sonia reached out and patted the bird of prey on the neck: "Shut up - machines don't have mothers."

The corners of Jin Na's mouth twitched visibly.

"Starting from next year, as the Dragoons and other types of aircraft are put into use, a considerable number of military griffins will be demobilized or adapted in batches," Maggie suddenly broke the silence and looked at Jin Na and said, "Some will be transferred to For civilian use, some will be allocated to remote areas, and some will be downgraded to the second-tier troops. If I remember correctly, the griffins bred by you dragoon students must be the first to be demobilized... This is probably because it is in a bad mood. the reason."

"...I plan to keep it by myself, I have already submitted the application and got permission from the superior," Jin Na said, "I will keep it until the day it is completely old."

Sonia glanced at the female knight unexpectedly: "...without relying on allowances and extra income, it is a lot of money to raise a griffin by personal ability. And as the commander of the dragoons Officer, your behavior of domesticating a private griffin may affect your image in the eyes of civilian soldiers to some extent."

"It has been with me for many years, and I can't bear to send it to the southwest frontier," Jin Na smiled lightly and shook her head, "and the Prince family has never had a family member who abandoned the griffin partner, I don't want to be The first one. As for the trouble that comes with it...I believe I'm ready for it."

In the wooden nest, the huge bird of prey tilted its head and looked at the female knight earnestly for a moment, then stretched out its head and rubbed its beak against Jin Na's hair, making a low purr.

Jin Na stretched out her hand to hug her old partner's neck, with a smile on her face, she looked at the fair-haired elf in front of her: "Instructor Sonia, what is it talking about now?"

Sonia's expression was a little subtle: "It says your mother is alive."

Jin Na: "..."

The young female knight left the gryphon nest with a strange expression, while Sonya and Maggie stood there, looking at the training camp area that was already immersed in the glow not far away, Maggie suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

"There should be more than one knight like her... This era is changing too fast, and there are always some old things that people can't let go of, especially in the knight class who value family traditions," the black-haired dragon woman said with some He lamented, "It is said that in the Second Combat Corps, officers from traditional knight families and new knight officers will even have confrontations and differences because of this.

The former will always find a way to carry their coat of arms, while the latter of lower backgrounds are not used to it, calling it the 'arrogant stench of the old aristocracy'..."

"Old aristocrats who have lost their privileges and fiefs will inevitably miss what they once had, and inevitably carry the brand of the previous era, while civilian officials who have rapidly improved their status will be particularly disgusted by this, even due to some confrontational relations in the past, Some originally trivial life habits between the two classes will become points of conflict..." Sonia shook her head, "Originally, the two groups were isolated, and there was almost no possibility of conflict in this regard, but His Majesty Gawain brought The new order brought the two groups closer together quickly, giving two groups that had no intersection before they had the opportunity to have conflicts and even vent their conflicts... This is unavoidable."

The new era is beautiful, but good things always come with a price. A prosperous new empire inevitably has various hidden dangers.

Sonia is not human, but as an elf, she has experienced thousands of years, and she has seen too many things.

"Your Majesty must have foreseen these hidden dangers," Maggie said after a moment of silence, "Let's not think too much..."

...

The Plains of the Holy Spirit, the small town on the west bank of Gorgon, and the town of Longstone.

The smell of searing rays and hot blades scorching flesh drifted into his nostrils, causing the gloomy-faced Government Affairs Office official to frown. The family holding hands, the disgust on their faces is undisguised.

A security guard in black uniform and armed with magic weapons stood beside him, the blade of the melting sword glowing red in the cold winter wind, with a terrifying heat.

"Hidden the property that should have been turned over to the Empire, kept illegal contracts, and refused to enforce the arable land decree, Mr. Sco Colton, it seems that prison is your best destination," said the somber-faced Office of Government official in a cold tone. , "Maybe it can wash away the rancid smell of your family."

"Bermaner... You are avenging your personal revenge!" The man with his hands tied behind his back raised his head vigorously, and even though he was surrounded by fully-armed magic combat soldiers, he still shouted loudly, "It was you who tampered with the documents! Those who did not Existing accounts, land deeds, letters... are all concocted by you!!"

"Shut up!" The security guard on the side quickly stepped forward, and the steel armguard slammed firmly on his face, causing the latter to be covered in blood, and the man who had been injured in many places almost passed out on the spot.

A woman next to her screamed in horror.

"Put them in the car," said Bermaner, waving his hands in disgust, "Others, continue to count what they have collected... These are all fats squeezed from the poor, be sure to Include it in the treasury and use it on the right path."

The special service security team next to him responded immediately: "Yes, my lord."

Berman nodded and couldn't help but have a smile on his face, but another cold wind blew, making him tighten his clothes.

...

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the newly erected magic spar street lamps on both sides of the town streets turned on one by one under the control of automatic mechanisms.

People who have finished their day's work set foot on their way home under the lights. It is located near the government affairs hall in the former aristocratic district. On the brightly lit street flashes a relaxed figure.

Bermaner stepped up a few steps in front of the independent dormitory, looked up at the door pane emitting a warm light, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Pushing open the door of the house that once belonged to a consultant and scholar, a warm breath rushed in. Bermaner stepped into the room, closed the door, then took off his cold coat and hung it on the wall near the entrance. on silver hooks.

But an unfamiliar man's voice suddenly came into his ears, which made his movements freeze instantly: "It's better not to hang up your coat in such a hurry, Mr. Berman - you'll be going out soon, it's colder than inside. Much more."

Bermaner's eyes widened immediately, his heart pounding in shock, he suddenly looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a strange figure in a black uniform appearing in the empty living room just a moment ago— —It was a young man with short black hair and a faint smile on his face. He was wearing a straight long black trench coat with a small silver chain around his neck. A red armband with a black eye pattern embroidered on it its left arm.

The stranger sat on the sofa, and it took less than three seconds for his body to go from illusory to solid, then he stood up and stretched out his white-gloved right hand to Berman: "As a courtesy for the first meeting, maybe we should shake hands. a hand?"

"Who are you!" Bermaner exclaimed, "Why are you at my house?!"

"Shh, your family is still sleeping upstairs, you don't want to wake them up in this embarrassing situation," the young man withdrew his right hand, took out the certificate from his arms, and unfolded it in front of Berman - the black bottom Pattern, silver-white daggers crossed over the open eyes, this is the logo of the Military Intelligence Agency, "MIA, Internal Service 3rd Division, Suppressing Rebel Teko, codenamed Dark Crow. Mr. Berman, please come with me. , we have something to ask you about."

Bermaner's pupils tightened instantly, and he finally realized the identity of the young man in front of him. In the next second, he took a half step back, turned around and wanted to open the door and rush to the street, but he just had time to turn the handle. A hand wearing only white gloves pressed down on his arm.

The military intelligence agent who called himself "Dark Crow" did not know when he had stood beside him, and some kind of metal held up Berman's lower back.

With visible sweat dripping from the forehead of the government affairs office official, he shouted uncontrollably: "You...you can't do this! I am loyal to Your Majesty! I have followed him since Kant, and I have made meritorious deeds in the Holy Spirit Plain... "

The dark crow took out the specially made shackles: "Unfortunately, Mr. Berman, I confirm that your name appears on the list."

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Bermaner struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from the confinement of the former Royal Shadow Guard, he could only shout in despair, "I just did what I was supposed to do! I Be loyal, I am loyal! Take me to see His Majesty... No no no, even take me to see the director!

"Have mercy! Sir, take me to see the director, the director knows me! She knows...

"Okay, okay, okay, send a magic web message to the director, there must be some misunderstanding, there must be something..."

With a click, the locks of the shackles were closed, and Bermaner's hands were tightly bound.

The dark crow snapped his fingers, and the power of shadow invaded the opponent's vocal cords, finally calming the chattering man.

Looking at the man with wide-eyed eyes, Dark Crow's expression carried a hint of pity: "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, it's the bureau who signed the signature, like you from the southern border and received the personal education of His Highness Heti from the Government Affairs Office. If something goes wrong with an official, of course, there must be a special order from the highest level. But please rest assured, Your Majesty does not allow any form of internal assassination and secret execution, you will accept an open and fair trial, and you emphasize your loyalty - if If they do exist, they will surely be revealed after the trial. But then again, you should know better than me what the final result will be.

"Mr. Berman, you embezzled the property confiscated from the old noble castle, distorted the order from the Supreme Council, all these things will be announced, you may become an influential model... This can at least become Your last contribution to the empire.

"Also, we will properly inform your family and you will have the opportunity to meet them - unlike your style, we will strictly enforce the law, so don't worry about that."

The dark crow spoke unhurriedly, and Berman made a whimpering sound, his eyes were full of fear and remorse, and perhaps, there was still a trace of doubt.

Seeing such eyes, Dark Crow just shook his head, stepped forward to open the door, and led Berman to the street.

In the town where it was completely dark, the magic spar lamps on both sides of the road exuded bright brilliance. In the silent night, there were several other figures in long black trench coats, red armbands and white gloves walking slowly from the vicinity of the house. get out.

"Close the team."

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