Chapter 71 Spy (Part 2)

In addition to the firelight from the fireplace, there was also a mahogany lamp holder beside Barov's table. The top of the lamp was divided into four branches, the middle branch was the tallest, and the other three were surrounded in a triangular shape. A candle is burning on each branch, and the quietly blooming light spots are like a bright mountain.

The room is filled with the smell of pine oil, like the smell of sweet and moist rotten wood, which makes people drowsy. But in Border Town, he couldn't ask for more. Sophistication and elegance have nothing to do with this poor place. It would be nice to have a house that can shelter from the wind and rain, not to mention that he now owns a large group of houses.

His office is in a compound not far from the castle, which is also the location of the city hall built by the previous lord. Of course, when he left, the lord took all his hands with him, and this place has now completely become the site of the minister's assistant.

The rustling sound of writing in the room and the cold wind whistling outside the window form two different worlds. In front of a wooden table full of books and old scrolls, Barov was writing furiously. There are also two long low log tables on both sides of him, usually no one uses them, they are only used to place manuscripts. When necessary, he would call his disciples and lean over the low table to sort out the materials or write the first draft of the document for him.

The candles on the lamp holders had been replaced three times, Barov never stopped the pen in his hand for a moment except getting up to replace them. Time is an extremely precious thing to him. There is still a stack of documents waiting for him to deal with, and the financial expenditure proposed by His Highness also needs to be carefully reviewed.

Now Barov works an average of five hours a day, but he doesn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, here, he can let go, and there is endless energy in his body. This is the taste of power, he thought, no need to cower behind the mentor's ass anymore, all the apprentices obey his orders, no one dares to delay or stumble. As long as the order of His Royal Highness is completed, the specific governance process can be controlled by oneself.

It would be perfect if the prince's order could be more normal, Barov smacked his lips slightly regretfully. For example, the document with Roland's personal seal in front of him said that he was required to send people to Liuye Town to recruit management personnel and purchase a brigantine. At the end of the second article, it is also specially noted: Considering the price, the captain, helmsman and sailors may not be required.

He couldn't laugh or cry after reading it. Without these people, who would drive the boat back with you? Do you let them walk back by themselves after buying? Also, what to buy a boat for? This is the most important point. The trade between Border Town and Liuye Town is very stable. Even if you want to expand the ore trade after the winter is over, you only need to notify the other side to increase the number of ships. It is not cost-effective to buy a boat by yourself, not to mention that the small town dock can only be used for docking, there is no dock maintenance, no sailors to take care of it, and it will be abandoned in a short time. Perhaps His Royal Highness's whims have flared up again?

As for the first point, he can understand it.

At present, the city hall is not free from top to bottom. The dozen or so people Barov brought over are responsible for supervising commerce, making statistical reports and settlement of income and expenditure. It is obviously unreasonable to take over the administrative and legal work by myself. If His Highness wants to separate these departments, he must expand the number of people employed in the city hall. For a very normal reason, the assistant minister didn't want to let go so soon. The satisfaction of having all the rights in the hands of one person is too fulfilling. He thought that even his teacher, the Minister of Finance of the kingdom, was only in charge of the money bag of Graycastle, but he was the king's hand.

Cough cough, well, it is only valid in Border Town, he added in his heart. Although His Royal Highness Roland once promised so, there is still a long way to go before ascending the throne. Barov realized that he did not know when he had brought the fourth prince back into the ranks of contenders for the king. In the past, he would never have thought that this bad-natured, ignorant dude could be crowned king.

Ever since I came to Border Town, my surprises have never stopped. So far, Border Town is still under the guard of the militia, standing in the western region, and it seems that it can last for a long time. This alone is worthy of great praise. In addition, not to mention the strange gadgets he was tinkering with, even in terms of grasping people's hearts, he was not at all like the fourth prince in Graycastle, but more like a devil who knew everything.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Barov reluctantly stopped what he was doing, and said loudly, "Come in."

The one who pushed the door and entered was one of his proud disciples, "Pen Holder" Yarrow.

"Teacher, another "mouse" has been caught. "

"Oh? Did you ask something?"

"He said he was sent by the second prince, and he found wrapped cement powder, some coins and a letter." Yaluo stepped forward and handed Barov an envelope wrapped in cowhide, "Other The information about him is still being interrogated. Teacher, how to deal with him..."

"Same as before, after the questioning, all the information will be compiled into a book. Then you will be convicted and hanged." Barov wrote lightly.

"Yes," Yarrow bowed and saluted, "then the disciple will leave."

The door was closed again, Barov did not continue to work immediately, but returned to the desk, opened the letter seal with a letter opener, and took out the letter paper.

The fourth...he thought.

Roland Wimbledon had called him to discuss this issue long before the arrival of the Demon Moon.

His Royal Highness believes that when cement, new snow powder, and witches are revealed one by one, the eyeliner buried by the brothers and sisters will definitely be unbearable, and they will show up from the lurking. This is the best time to wipe out the mice. But Barov agreed with the first half of the prince's sentence, but disagreed with the second half. In his opinion, there are more than 2,000 people in Border Town, and it is impossible to keep track of everyone. They don't have the manpower, and they don't have the time to guard against these sneaky people.

As a result, His Highness said indifferently, "How could there be no one? Every citizen in Border Town is our eyes."

At that time, Barov only thought that the other party was completely whimsical, letting these ignorant and dull civilians monitor possible rats? This is simply impossible!

But the truth is, I was wrong.

When the first census was conducted after winter, Roland made a point of explaining to all the aborigines who had been here for more than five years: Although the plot to burn food in Longsong Fortress went bankrupt, it still did not give up. Be there for everyone. Most of them pretended to be relatives of the townspeople or businessmen who had no time to evacuate, looking for opportunities to harm everyone at any time. If anyone sees anything suspicious, report it to City Hall immediately. Once verified, they will be rewarded with twenty-five silver wolves.

The trick turned out to be surprisingly effective.

Although some false positives were received at first, it didn't take long for the first mouse to be caught.

At that time, Barov still remembered that Roland proudly said something that sounded very awkward.

What is it? He thought for a while, yes... "Let the enemy fall into the vast ocean of people's war."

What a strange word formation and syntax, the assistant minister shook his head and spread out the letter paper in his hand.

The guy called "Groundhog" repeatedly emphasized in the letter that various phenomena showed that the fourth prince, Roland Wimbledon, had been replaced by the devil, and Barov could even read his fear through the lines. Reminiscent of His Royal Highness's use of people's hearts, the minister's assistant couldn't help but feel a sense of approval. He took a deep breath, moved the letter paper to the candle, and soon the scroll was engulfed by the flames and turned into fly ash.

Even so, that is a devil who is not afraid of God's Stone of Retaliation and can give him rights, isn't it?

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