On the streets of Olin, a man in a windbreaker and a high hat was walking aimlessly on the street.

He was not walking fast, and the leather boots on his feet seemed to have been wearing for a long time - the heel on the right was worn out by a large piece.

It seemed that because of the wear of the heel, his whole body would swing left and right when walking. As his body swung, a crisp metal collision sound would be directly transmitted from his right waist.

It seemed as if there were a bunch of wrenches and keys hanging there.

However, such movements did not attract the attention of others. This is Olin, the place with the highest density of technicians and engineers in the entire Empire. Those who seem to be unable to eat and sleep without gears and bolts are almost everywhere in Olin, and it is not surprising to hang a large string of wrenches on their bodies.

What's strange is his dress.

The weather in Olin is as gentle as usual. The sun in Olin is not as rough or too weak as the colonies. The gentle sunlight spreads on this planet born by humans, just as lukewarm or hot.

In such weather, people wearing windbreakers, high hats and high-top leather boots look a bit unusual.

The unusual windbreaker swayed for a while, then slowly walked into a newsstand open on the side of the road. He lowered his head with some difficulty, then took off the top hat from his head. The golden hair wet with sweat was tightly pressed against his head, looking like he was wearing a rough hat woven with golden wool.

"A copy of Olin Entertainment Weekly." He said in a low and hoarse voice the name of the publication he needed to buy, and then put down two penny coins on the metal counter that was polished with his arms and sleeves by countless Olin gentlemen and ladies.

The stall owner was looking at a newspaper. After hearing the request, he stretched out his big furry hand and touched two coins on the counter. Then he stared at the newspaper intently, and accurately took out an "Olin Entertainment Weekly" from beside him and handed over it.

"You know, it's becoming less and less common for the Olin gentleman who is willing to read the newspaper seriously now." The stall owner continued to look at the newspaper, and his tone seemed to be talking about the weather lightly, rather than criticizing his customers' habit of buying publications. "What serious information can there be in entertainment weekly, which is beneficial to the soul? What are the records of a group of opera actors, a group of clowns and bullshit poets eating delicious food today, how many expensive exotic leather goods they bought... They even went to a few beautiful female students from the accounting school in one day!"

"That's great." The windbreaker didn't respond to the criticism of the stall owner, and even said a little happy. "My soul now lacks such poison to save it - it has been bored for too long."

In the surprise and even with a hint of contempt, the windbreaker left the newsstand with a frivolous whistle, clamped the weekly magazine under his arm, and slowly walked into the cafe on the roadside.

Coffee is a drink that has only become popular in Olin in recent years. Unlike the tea produced in Olin, coffee is a new variety of Olin-native plants that have been cultivated in other colonies. Pick the fruits from the coffee trees inside, dig out the seeds inside, ferment and roast them, and people get a small black bean with a strange fragrance.

Grind the beans and boil them in water, mix them with milk and sugar, and people can get a drink similar to tea and surrogate mother tea. It is cheaper than tea and tastes more fragrant than surrogate mother tea. It is very popular in Olin.

Most of the coffee shops on the street operate fast food services at the same time, simple bacon, toast slices, baked beans and eggs, making it a hearty and fast meal. This kind of meal is just right for a cup of cheap and refreshing coffee.

The windbreaker found a seat and sat down. He hummed a small song and slowly flipped through the magazine in his hand. Soon, he looked at a page of magazines and stopped his hand turning the page.

"Mr. Schultz, are you still the same today?" The beautiful waitress came over briskly. She brought the coffee pot she was carrying close to the windbreaker's cup, and then asked in a low voice, "Three pieces of candy, half a cup of milk?"

After waiting for a while, the waitress couldn't wait for the answer from the regular customer who often appeared in the store. She looked carefully at the magazine in Mr. Schultz's hand, and became even more confused.

The list of small gossip news and occasionally mixed in, seemingly suspicious advertisements.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to continue enjoying coffee today." Mr. Schultz closed the magazine in front of him. He picked up his coffee cup and drank the slightly cold drink inside. Then he stood up and said to the waitress, "I have deposits at the counter, right?"

"And...two gold pounds, four shillings and seven pennies," said the waitress, "do you need to bring up the money?"

"No," Schultz put his top hat on his head again, and smiled and said to the waitress, "I may not come here again. The money in the account... is all the tips for you."

Such generous gift surprised the waitress, and she asked subconsciously, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm going home." Schultz put on his windbreaker, the brown wool windbreaker covering the glittering wrench around his waist. He seemed to be in a really good mood and even sang a small song.

Oh, I'm going home and back to where I was born.

Oh, I'm going home and look at the towering trees.

It is my home, the beginning and end of the journey.

There was a her there, and I hope I could kiss her cheek again.

Oh, I'm going home, the damn journey is about to end.

Oh, I'm going home, I'm going home...

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"Mr. Schultz has arrived." About a mile away from the Palace of Orin, a servant in a sophisticated tuxedo walked into the study and said to the smokey room, "He is waiting for your reception room."

"I don't have any other visitors here, let him in." Grand Duke Hall waved his pipe, which looked like a policeman directing traffic in the industrial area in a heavy morning mist. "By the way, tell Mrs. Anne that she would cook a few Newar-style dishes tonight. I remember the pork elbow she had made before, which tasted very good."

A few minutes later, Schultz swayed into the room with the sound of "dinging" metal on his waist. He took off his hat and knelt on one knee to Grand Duke Hall with difficulty, "I'll call, Grand Duke."

"I wish you good health." Grand Duke Hall put down the pipe in his hand, stood up enthusiastically, walked to the sofa beside Schultz and sat down, "Please sit, please."

Schultz slowly stood up from the ground, then walked to the sofa behind him and sat down. He leaned forward slightly and spoke first, "Hisan Grand Duke, the plan of Newar is not yet at the stage that can be implemented immediately."

"The Allies are out of control." Grand Duke Hall did not directly react to Schultz's words. He just said in a deep voice, "We disconnected from the twelve links of the Allies at the same time, whether they were the Grand Consul or the heads of the major military city-states...even the slave merchants directly disconnected from us."

Schultz's expression suddenly became gloomy.

"His Majesty the Emperor is already aware of this." Grand Duke Hall said seriously, "According to His Majesty's intentions, I am ordered to launch the El Salvador Plan."

Schultz stood up from the sofa and said, "Please give me the order." His expression was extremely serious, as if he was experiencing a difficult battle.

"This is your order." Grand Duke Hall took out a hot-clad letter from himself and handed it over. "It will take time for the coordination of various departments to be established, and the start time will be set one month later."

Schultz ignored Grand Duke Hall's words. He carefully and even carefully checked the outer seal of the letter almost rudely. After confirming that all the secret notes on the three corners were correct, Schultz opened the letter.

There are also three secret notes inside the letter. After confirming that they are correct, Schultz began to read the contents inside.

Soon, he frowned.

"Grand Duke, this plan..." He put down the letter in his hand, hesitated for a moment and continued to ask, "Neusal's power is still too weak, and using them may not be the best choice."

"They are weak now, but they have the most potential." Grand Duke Hall shook his head and said, "Four hundred years ago, His Majesty Justinian chose Grand Duke El Salvador for the empire. The Grand Duke at that time was loyal to the empire, and his strength was also the most powerful among the pioneering nobles. What's the result? His descendants betrayed the covenant between Grand Duke El Salvador and His Majesty Justinian."

"If Neussal was allowed to act as a rebel, they would probably not have made any agreement with His Majesty from the beginning." Schultz seemed not satisfied with Grand Duke Hall's explanation. He respectfully said, "Although Lafayette showed some unique political views, he was not like a person who could organize an opposition to the Imperial Organization."

"Lafayette..." Grand Duke Hall's expression looked a little nostalgic, "That young man is indeed too gentle and is not suitable for being a leader in resisting the empire."

Schultz's expression was slightly relaxed, but Grand Duke Hall's order made his soothing expression completely froze on his face.

"Then kill it." Grand Duke Hall waved his hand, as if the one who was about to be killed was just a fly. "The female speaker of the House of Commons can also kill it together - what is the use of a woman?"

"Then..." Schultz's expression changed a lot of times and asked, "Who should be used as the new rebel Salvador?"

"Duchamp is good. That garrison commander." Grand Duke Hall took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table. After lit the cigarette, he relaxed his body comfortably into the sofa, and a breath of smoke spewed out with his movements.

"His son is also the chief private secretary of the female speaker. If he is allowed to be his successor, the empire should be able to gain an enemy that is stronger than the alliance after a decades of calm." Grand Duke Hall waved the cigarette in his hand. "A huge empire needs to have a strong foreign enemy so that all departments and institutions can always serve the interests of the empire. But this enemy can never truly threaten the empire, nor can there be any possibility of peaceful coexistence with the empire..."

… “Otherwise, institutions within the empire will have the idea of ​​making peace with the enemy.” Schultz continued, and he nodded and asked, “That is to say, in the next few hundred years, the empire intends to coexist with an enemy who cannot form a tacit understanding with it from beginning to end?”

"Anyway, it will be destroyed in the end. Its power is weak enough, so it will not be possible to pose any threat to the empire in a short period of time." Grand Duke Hall nodded with gratitude, "The special combat plan on the Admiralty will be officially implemented in one month, and the Free Alliance will become history within one year. This dead giant beast will bring the empire for more than fifty years of peace and prosperity - as for fifty years, Duchamp's new empire will probably eventually be in his son..."

"Dusand." Schultz added this name to the grand duke.

"Dusand." Grand Duke Hall smiled comfortably, and he nodded, "In his hands, become the new enemy of the empire."

"Baron Duchamp belongs to the Belford family..."

"Dispose it together. Just a duke family, what's there to worry about?" Grand Duke Hall waved his hand, "But Belford..." Grand Duke's sudden expression was a little strange. He interrupted the conversation with Schultz and called his own accountant.

"Yes, Lord Grand Duke." After hearing Da Duke's inquiry, the accountant quickly replied, "Mr. Wensal has sent you 10% of the shares of Belford Automobile Manufacturing Factory."

The grand duke's expression changed a little. He was silent for a while and then spread his hands at Schultz, "Your plan at that time has already achieved some results."

Schultz replied with his head down, "It was just to increase the chance of success at the beginning."

"Leave this manufacturer to them...Leave Newar to them." The grand duke took another puff of cigarette, "You can postpone the action arrangement a little longer and wait until the dividends for this quarter are released before taking action."

"This will give them more success reserves and confidence." Schultz nodded, "Would you like to strengthen Newar's garrison? Duchamp has good control over the navy, but the director of the Heraldry Management Office may have to adjust his position."

"A person who is too capable is a burden at this time." The Grand Public advised Schultz to decide by himself, "The authorization level given you is enough, you can decide these things yourself."

Schultz stood up and saluted to show his obedience, but he hesitated for a moment and asked the question that had troubled him for the longest time.

"What if...the Empire is at a disadvantage in the battle with a new enemy, or even eventually defeated?"

Grand Duke Hall squatted out the cigarette on the armrest of his sofa. The bright cigarette butts burned a black dot on the top cowhide.

"Then let us welcome the glorious death." The Grand Duke said in a deep voice, "If we cannot defeat the enemies we created, it means that the empire has no need to continue to survive."

"The threat is not only to look scary. It must be truly and truly a sharp blade that shrouds on the heads of every imperial nobles and bureaucrats. The cold light shines on people and is extremely sharp." Grand Duke Hall said in a low voice, "Only in this way can a huge empire work towards the same goal, and they can always maintain their loyalty and respect to His Majesty the Emperor."

"It's not that the empire needs an enemy, but that the empire must have an enemy." Grand Duke Hall stood up and looked at the huge portrait of His Royal Highness Justinian in his study with his hands behind his back. "Without an enemy, the empire will collapse within decades. A powerful enemy can maintain the health of the entire empire for hundreds of years."

Schultz no longer had any doubts, he bowed his head, "For the health of the empire!"

"For health." Grand Duke Hall smiled, "For the health of the empire."
Chapter completed!