1970

The Minister of War and the cook lived in the same cabin. The cook looked up and down at the gardener in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"I've never seen you before. When did you come?"

By "come" he meant entering and working at the Minister of War's estate.

Cook, gardener, and housekeeper are the three special professions of noble estates, and they are also the real confidants of nobles.

There is no need to say more about the housekeeper. He has the blood of a noble family. Even if he is very meager, he is trustworthy.

If you don't trust someone, you won't be able to sit in this position. To a certain extent, a noble housekeeper is equivalent to the third, fourth, or fifth place in the family's power rankings.

If there are some special butlers, their power may be second only to the patriarch of the family.

The same goes for cooks. Every day, everything the nobles eat and drink must pass through the hands of cooks.

If the cook could be bribed easily, then this family would have been lost in the long river of history.

Many chefs in noble families are also hereditary, and their loyalty is guaranteed.

The importance of the gardener is actually second only to the cook, because the gardener is literally responsible for gardening flowers and other tasks.

But this profession is definitely not that simple, because they will often visit every room with plants in the manor.

Except for a few rooms, such as the study room of the family head or clan leader, places such as the vault used to store valuables need to be entered under supervision or cannot be entered.

They can go into any other room because most of them will have flowers.

If you can't trust people, how can you let them enter all the houses every few days?

Precisely because of the special nature of these three professions, when the cook saw the gardener in front of him, he was immediately curious.

When did such a gardener come to the manor? Why is there no news about him?

Facing the cook's question, the Minister of War was stunned for a moment.

No one discovered his identity along the way. Unexpectedly, when he entered the cabin, a cook discovered the problem.

But he quickly came to his senses, "I am the gardener at the mistress's house, and I have only been here for two days."

The cook suddenly showed a look of understanding and nodded arrogantly, "Let me tell you, if you are our gardener, there is no way I have never seen you."

He smiled and closed his eyes, looking superior to others.

He was unwilling to talk, so the Minister of War was naturally not meddlesome.

Then many more people came on board.

Before entering the cabin, the people on the boat said hello that no one was allowed to leave the cabin until the destination.

They would eat, drink, and defecate in the cabin, and they could not come out until they arrived at the location.

In the process, the Secretary of War confirmed his judgment that these people were all federal people and were his "old acquaintances."

When we were encircling and suppressing the anti-government forces in Amelia, we hired people from Blackstone Security.

Blackstone Security is not a motley army. It is backed by the federal and federal military and is very formal.

There were Blackstone Security badges on their clothes, collars, cuffs, and chests, and he also saw those Blackstone Security badges here.

It's Lynch's people who are engaged in smuggling and smuggling here.

But the more this happened, the less he dared to reveal his identity, because he heard that Queen Feilin was now Lynch's adopted daughter.

If his identity is exposed, he will definitely end badly.

Some people don't know how scary Lynch is, but he is one of the few who do!

For three days, he did not leave the cabin, and even deliberately ate as little as possible to make himself look even more depressed.

This helps him hide himself better.

The cook in the cabin had no curiosity about this old man who slept all day long. The capable and smart ones had already left.

The rest of them are incompetent and not smart enough.

After drifting on the sea for three days, the warship finally docked at Nagaril.

All the stowaways breathed a sigh of relief when the sailor banged on the door and allowed everyone to leave with their belongings.

Everyone in each cabin came to the deck. They were gathered first, then called, and finally let out.

The Minister of War was hunched over. Hunger had made his mental outlook very poor, and he looked as if he was ill.

He looked around and saw that some sailors were holding guns, which made him feel a little uneasy.

But the noisy sounds coming from the port made him full of hope for the future!

"Next, for those whose names I call, please shout 'arrive', then carry your personal belongings and stand on my left side."

"After we confirm your identity, you can leave in turn."

"If someone doesn't cooperate..." the sailor smiled, "then he will definitely regret coming to this world!"

"Okay, now I'm going to start calling names. Please pay attention to the names I call."

"..."

"arrive!"

"..."

The five people carried their luggage away from the crowd. After checking their identities, two field officers surprisingly issued them a temporary pass and then let them disembark.

With the cooperation between the Federation and the New Federation, Nagaril has begun to register the identity of residents in western Nagaril.

It may be extended to the entire Nagaril in the future.

So now there is no temporary pass, which is not very convenient in the central and western areas of Nagalir.

The safe departure of the five people gave the others more expectations. Everyone was very cooperative and the process went smoothly.

The Minister of War has been suppressing the restlessness in his heart. He always tells himself that it will be soon, soon!

But at the end, when they were the only ones left, the officer put down the list in his hand.

This made the Minister of War suddenly feel that something was wrong. He did not show it, but lowered his head and hid his uneasiness in his heart.

His eldest son also realized something was wrong at this time and took the initiative to stand up, "Why don't you let us leave?"

The officer smiled and said, "You are different from others..."

This sentence also made the Minister of War realize that the previous group of people did not arrive safely, but were controlled.

This made him feel a little scared, but also hid some luck.

Their target was themselves, and now they were not exposed. At the same time, they sent out a big fish - his son's family!

So is it possible for unimportant people like myself to be free?

He wasn't sure, but he thought there was hope, which was why he sent his eldest son and his family away at the same time.

He hopes that these people can focus on "himself" on the island and his son and his family, rather than focusing on his current identity.

The eldest son's protest and dissatisfaction eventually resulted in several black holes in his mouth, and he shut his mouth in time.

Their family, and other servants, were imprisoned separately.

The place of detention was in a house next to the port of Nagalir.

The house originally belonged to the Customs House in Nagalier. Now the port of Nagalier has been fully taken over by the federal government, and the New Federal Port Authority of Nagalier has also been established.

The new port authority is located closer to the center of the port, next to the port police station.

This building was acquired by Lynch at a very low price and used as Blackstone Security's port offices in various regions.

Because Blackstone Security, including Blackstone Capital and Tomorrow's Light Investment Company, are involved in the transportation of bulk materials and arms, they need to have offices in various ports to deal with some possible problems.

This building was not small to begin with, but now it is even bigger after construction.

Here the Minister of War saw the servants who had been sent here. His expression was very terrifying, and his hunched body looked like a cruel old dog.

That night, the manager here gathered their new group of people together.

"I know that you come from Gevra, and I know that you come from the estate of the Minister of War."

"I know that the Secretary of War has a special relationship with someone among you. He will ask you to send some messages back after you arrive here."

"I need that special person to step forward and send back the message you agreed on."

"If you are willing to cooperate, then when the matter is over, you will not only be free, but you will also receive an additional amount of money."

"If you don't want to cooperate, it doesn't matter. We have plenty of means to make you speak."

"Now you have five minutes to think and weigh."

"Of course you can also report each other. If no one comes forward after five minutes, all of you will be punished."

The officer of Blackstone Security had a smile on his face, and his eyes kept scanning these people.

The Minister of War had been cursing Lynch crazily in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked the same.

If he comes forward and does not tell the fact that he may be exposed, if he sends the information as agreed.

Then the next housekeeper will arrange for his other children and family members to come over. If these people also fall into Lynch's hands, the entire family will be almost doomed.

But if he sends the wrong message and the next group of people doesn't come, Lynch's anger will be unleashed on him and he will become more conspicuous!

His only thought now is that there is a loophole in his plan. He should arrange for another person to deliver the message instead of just himself!

I have some regrets, but saying this now is of no use.

Five minutes passed quickly, and one of the servants was pushed out of the crowd, and he was pinned down to sit on a chair.

And his arms were fixed on a special iron table.

There was a place made for the palm of the hand on the table, with the five fingers spread apart.

Under the fingers, there are small holes.

The officer took out a nail and pointed it at his ring finger. "Tell me, are you the one who delivered the message?"

The servant cried loudly and said that it had nothing to do with him and he didn't know what message he wanted to convey.

The officer shook his head slightly, "This is not the answer I want."

As he spoke, he raised the hammer and hit it hard!

The nail pierced the finger in an instant and penetrated the bone. From the bottom of the finger, it looked like it grew in the finger!

The skin was tightly wrapped around the nails, and no blood even came out.

But the servant was screaming!