This is a comprehensive application of bitter meat schemes and "strikes". In general, Dusand believes that he has done a good job.

Before the experiment car crew set off, Bosenke's colleague Jonny from the Heraldry Management Office had hinted to Dusande that Bosenke Fisheries Company's control over this land was deeper than Dusande imagined.

The Heraldry Management Office system is extremely strict in the management of red-clothed postman, especially in the project of "taking bribes and asking for bribes". It is not as strict as the "Empire", but more like the "Ming Dynasty". And it has to be the time when the Ming Taizu punished corrupt officials the most ruthless after ascending to the dragon throne.

Although it is not peeled and filled in on the spot and hung it at the door of the office, once it is confirmed that the postman in red has taken bribes and sought bribes, dismissal and arrest are definitely indispensable.

Byrne successfully became the director of the Newell Armor Management Office and deputy director of the Royal Post Office of the Newell by reporting his immediate boss.

Roni is a very interesting person. She knew that her immediate boss had received a bribe of at least 200 pounds from the fishing company and was very despised by this behavior. But she did not report it up, but chose to say this matter in the form of "inadvertently letting go" after seeing Dusand and clarifying his identity.

If you simply think that Jonny was saying something, then Dusande is a complete idiot. This beautiful female postman in red is sending a very dangerous message to Dusande.

There was something wrong with Bosenk's Royal Post Office system.

Reporting your superiors is a technical job. First of all, you need to ensure that your report can reach the hands of the person who can accept the report. Secondly, you need to ensure that the report letter will not be sent to the person being reported - in this way, you can avoid anonymous report letters and reversely finding your personal information as much as possible, thus facing retaliation.

There is a brother like Bourne in the entire Newar's Heraldry Management Office system. He is definitely willing to accept and deal with reports related to bribery and solicitation.

Therefore, the reason why Bosenke's director of the Emblem Management Office has not been removed yet is very simple.

There was a problem with the post office system.

When he just figured out this logic, Dusand was desperate.

He wanted to fight for peace for himself and for this village, on the premise that his letter could be delivered to Upper Albin, quickly and safely, to his mother and Director Bourne.

And now, the first step of sending the letter is wrong - Bosenke's post office is so fucking unreliable!

It's like you are full of confidence to turn on the computer and prepare to enter the game and use an AWP to snipe every enemy's head. But suddenly you find that your mouse has teeth and is about to tear a piece of meat off your palm.

The metaphor is not necessarily accurate, but it does mean that.

Dusand held his head in despair and began to think about the solution.

A breeze blew by, and the sudden coldness instantly made him wake up.

Why do you have to worry about opening your teeth with your mouse? I bought two pounds of meat and stuffed it into the mouse's mouth. It is busy eating meat. Can't I continue to happily snipe the dog head on the opposite side?

Dusander's whereabouts are these two pounds of meat.

In fact, it is not difficult to figure out this principle--the Brigadier General lost an arm, the Colonel of the Navy lost a great son, and the Director of the Heraldry Administration lost a newly acquired subordinate.

Even if these three people don’t have any face, the Speaker of the House of Commons will have to find the place back.

It can be foreseen that more than 300 people from top to bottom are probably living in fear all day long. The Imperial Armed Forces are definitely not something that a fishery company that only knows how to exploit the poor can withstand.

Even if we start contacting the alliance and treason now, the alliance will not be able to protect them.

They now urgently need a shield that can be used to protect themselves from large-scale liquidation by the Imperial violent institutions. Dusand himself is the best shield.

A living little lord can save several lives, and he is much more reliable than the alliance.

Dusand, who had figured this out, suddenly thought of a plan.

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"Didn't you kick it hurt?" Fein apologized while trying to untie the rope on Dusand, but this action was stopped by Dusand.

"You have to do the whole set of acting." Dusander grinned and struggled to sit up. He glared at Feen, then said angrily, "You kid just kick it, and he's still fucking kicked it on the bone. Are you really going to kick me to death?"

"I avoided the easily injured areas." Feien defended himself embarrassedly, "Isn't this to be more realistic?"

Finn kicked Dusande several times in front of Colt. Although it was mainly the sound and dust from the toes, he finally failed to contain his strength and directly hit Dusande.

Dusander was very sure that he had definitely had several bruises on his body now. If it weren't for the soft bones of the child, he might have been kicked out and broken.

"Now it seems that the first step of the plan has been successful." Dusand breathed a sigh of relief, and then a bright smile appeared on his face. "The old man must be laughing secretly now. He successfully made you question my identity in one sentence and began to tend to cooperate with them."

"So I said, they are all idiots." Feien also laughed brightly, although he looked a little scared when he smiled loudly. "I wish you were the child of a great nobleman. The greater the power behind you, the more secure the safety of my village will be in the future."

"They themselves fear the nobles and are unwilling to believe that the nobles can still care about the poor. So they assumed your logic." Dusander chuckled twice, "thinking determines the width of his vision. They have lived for too long, and even conspiracy is not as good as a ten-year-old child - stupid bubbling!"

After joking with Dusander for a few more words, Finn asked about Dusander's plans later.

"What should I do now?" he asked in a low voice, "For the sake of confidentiality, no one in the village knows our plan. If you lock you up with that old man now, the other guards may not have any good looks on you."

"This is a necessary sacrifice." Dusander was very open to this. "At most, he would be scolded a few words, and he would not be locked up for a few days. I guess a letter will come soon."

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In the black prison, Dusand was tied up and threw it into the cell - the cell where he was imprisoned was separated from Colt by an iron fence.

The two young men who were escorting Dusande were about 17 or 18 years old. They deliberately raised Dusande over their shoulders and then threw him to the ground horizontally.

Dusander was so crushed that he coughed for a long time.

"Young Master...Young Master!" Colt, the old man, continued to act. However, the light in the prison was dim, and the young people standing in the two places probably could not see Colt's face.

But Dusand could, he saw obvious "sarcastic" and "smugness" in Colt's face.
Chapter completed!