Chapter 180: The Extremely Radical Meg

Not long after Charles Droste got up.

While still having breakfast, I suddenly heard the news that someone was coming to visit.

"Who is it? Don't you have an appointment?"

The Minister of Trade suddenly frowned. Since his servant said it was "someone", at least it was not the ministers or big businessmen who often came to his house - they were already familiar with each other, and at least they would say each other's names when they came to report.

This made Drost feel something was wrong.

——And soon, this premonition came true.

"It's me, what?"

Before anyone arrived, a hearty and loud voice came from afar: "Do I need to make an appointment to enter your home?"

The other party ignored the servant's interception and walked straight in.

It's Meg the Great Arbiter!

Droste suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He doesn't need to be afraid of Queen Sofia, because she does have a good temper and is a very sensible person... Her Majesty the Queen is good at compromising, but not always compromising. She can stabilize chaotic situations and glue together disintegrated forces. In Avalon, where tyrants are prevalent, she is a rare wise king.

But that old woman Meg is unreasonable.

And as the great arbiter, she can really deal with herself.

Not to mention being a minister, if she is dissatisfied with the queen, she can also ask for another king from the royal family. Of course, this is only a theoretical power. Not to mention her, the great arbiters in the past have basically never used it.

It is precisely because Meg has so much power that she is unwilling to use it to avoid suspicion.

Because she didn't want people to think that she could control the queen and the top officials in the Round Table Hall... Drost knew that the old lady was very concerned about her reputation. This can be regarded as her only shortcoming... that is her good face.

As a result, Meg did not attend the Round Table Hall for a long time.

Because she doesn't like meaningless bickering. In the Round Table Hall, it is normal for a bill to be delayed for several months. After all, they are not in a hurry.

This kind of slow-paced life will make her feel itchy all over - according to Meg's style, she can't wait to read the bill and force everyone to express their opinions on the spot, not allowing abstention, and implement it immediately after the vote is completed.

But of course no one else could do that. This kind of matter involves a wide range of things and affects each person, each family, and each faction differently. It cannot be dealt with easily. Any proposal to change the status quo will cause some people to be satisfied and some people to be dissatisfied. They need to go through complicated alliances, compromises, and transfer of interests to pass.

And in this process, this is the moment when they gain profits from it.

If you pass a bill based too much on intuition and keep it fair evenly, you will offend everyone in the end - because people will always remember the bills that are not good for them more clearly than the bills that are good for them.

Old Mrs. Meg was born as a commoner in the countryside and rose from the supervisory bureau system to the arbitration hall. She didn't understand these twists and turns at all.

She is too fair-minded to understand politics.

"Your Excellency the Grand Arbiter..."

Drost immediately put down his knife and fork, wiped his hands and stood up respectfully.

But Meg, who was short and only reached his chest, just patted his round belly unceremoniously and mocked: "You are already as fat as a pig, Charles. How long have you not exercised?"

"Remember when you were also a member of the team? Can you still run now?"

Charles Droste and Meg are the same age, they are both classmates who graduated from Wangli University of Law. It's just that the academic departments they belong to are different. Meg is the supervisor's academic department, while Drost graduated from the legal faculty's academic department.

They fought for different schools and were once fierce rivals on the court - for Meg, who was too short, Charles, who was tall and strong, was a strong opponent. Among the lawyers who were generally as thin as a stick, Charles was one of the few men who exercised regularly and had a full body of muscles.

And now...

The muscles in his limbs were loose and loose, and even had dark lines that looked like lightning or wrinkles. There was not much hair on Drost's round head, and even his temples and scalp were full of fat.

The face that once had deep features and an upright look now looks old, fat, and ugly. Meg almost laughed when she saw him moving his body awkwardly. But her laughter reached her throat, but she couldn't let it out.

"——How did you become like this?"

Meg frowned.

"You are old enough, Your Excellency the Grand Arbiter..."

Charles smiled helplessly: "The physical vitality of the fourth level and the fifth level are completely different. Besides, I failed several times before being promoted to the fourth level... I am already too old to die. "

"Ah."

Meg sneered: "So you let yourself become a pig? Your brain is also covered by lard, right? You dare to hang out with the people of Noble Red, right?"

"Hey, you can't say that..."

The Minister of Trade said quickly: "Didn't the Inspectorate's report prove my innocence?"

"Yeah, they say you're innocent, but I don't believe it."

Meg crossed her arms, leaned against the cabinet and sneered: "The Inspectorate's report must be accurate? I only believe in my eyes and my heart. So what if I don't have to report?"

"You are being unreasonable..."

Drost defended helplessly.

He shouted, "Diomides!"

His elf butler appeared silently at the door.

"What?" Meg said bluntly, "Do you want to quarrel?"

"I dare not, Mr. Arbiter."

Diomides bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "The Droste family will never fight with you."

"You can speak for the Droste family?"

Meg smiled and said, "Is it okay for you, Mr. Diomedes?"

Seeing that neither of them made any excuses, she tutted her lips and felt a little bored.

She did come here to deliberately pick a fight.

But this side is like cotton candy, one punch will knock it down... This makes people feel boring.

And Droste is a bastard, Diomedes also followed him...

"[Tell me], Mr. Diomedes," Meg ordered, "Did Charles Droste ever cooperate with Noble Red?"

Diomides showed a trace of struggle on his face, but Meg said "Hmm?", and a silver-white circle suddenly condensed in the old elf's pupils, and blurted out: "Yes, Mr. Droste used Secretary Raff as a medium to contact Noble Red..."

"From where?"

"The initial contact point was the Pelican Bar, and then Mr. Aiwass Moriarty destroyed it, and then used the abandoned chemical plant in Lloyd's District, which was later destroyed by Edward Moriarty."

"Oh."

Meg narrowed her eyes: "Is this why he targeted Aiwass?"

"I don't know."

Diomides replied.

"Then you tell me yourself."

Meg narrowed her eyes and looked back at Droste, commanding: "[Tell me everything]."

A silver ring like a lunar eclipse was reflected in her pupils, and it turned into a brand that corroded Droste's mind.

He was powerless to resist Meg's words, so he could only tell it all: "I'm just doing business, buying some contraband from the Noble Red, and then selling it to people in need in my country..."

"What are the details? [Go on], and your accomplices - who is your superior?"

"That is, alchemical bombs, guns, and some alchemical raw materials..."

When he said this, his face suddenly changed.

But he couldn't control his mouth and could only continue: "The person who is contacting me now is Boca, the vice president of Lloyd's. We have been friends for a long time. He was caught by Diomedes when he was killing and dismembering a person, so I had a handle on him; he can become a judge now because I sent Diomedes to eliminate his competitors..."

"Oh, so he owes you? [Speak your mind]."

"Yes, I have controlled him since then. He thought we were in a cooperative relationship, but in fact I just wanted to use him. In other words, compared to Lloyd, I think Boca is more suitable to manage Lloyd's. Because Lloyd wants to usurp the royal power, but I think this is impossible and cannot be done by that giant bastard; and Boca just wants merchant privileges, which is a more feasible plan..."

"Okay, I understand."

Meg nodded and said calmly: "Now the situation is very clear, come with me. I think this is enough to lock you up for at least a few years.

"-Or do you want me to arrest you personally?"

"...No need. "

The silver-white halo in his pupils faded, and Drost smiled bitterly.

He never expected that he would be directly captured by Meg.

But this shouldn't be the case... When did she become so radical?

She didn't even read the report from the Inspectorate, nor did she hold a meeting of the Arbitration Chamber. She just went to arrest people based on her own ideas... Is she crazy?

Or...

"What are you thinking about now?"

Suddenly, after he relaxed, Meg attacked again: "[Tell me what you are thinking about now. ]"

"I'm wondering if you are dying now?"

Droste blurted out: "Logically speaking, you are usually dissatisfied with everyone, but since you don't understand, you choose not to touch or care, and only take care of the things within your own responsibilities - that is, the main business of the Arbitration Chamber, which is to rule and punish the bigwigs involved in the case.

"I think you don't know what the impact of your actions will be, so you choose to keep the status quo for safety. But now you suddenly do something radical, and people who know you should know that this is not your habit..."

"Is it so obvious?"

Meg smiled and said disapprovingly: "Then I underestimated you - your observation skills are still good.

"But let's not talk about that kind of thing. Go to the Supervisory Bureau for a while, and I will talk to His Majesty about you. Otherwise, [you go by yourself]?"

"As you wish."

Droste said with a circle in his eyes.

And Diomedes on the side just kept silent, without saying a word.