The new governor and Loen are looking forward to reaching a balance, pushing this good man with both ability and political integrity out of the way, and giving him a chance to "retreat from the Spiritual Religion" or "the new governor dies in an assassination by the Spiritual Religion".

But now, the city of Aldera is in chaos.

The people of the Northern Continent are spontaneously resisting and signing a treaty with the Spiritual Cult. The Spiritual Cult is condemning the Northern Continent for exacerbating the conflict. The new governor wants to force peace talks to end the dispute, but he is frustrated by endless petitions, demonstrations, shootings and colonial disputes.

Worried.

The intensification of the conflict caused many residents to leave Aldera and migrate to other nearby cities. They spread the news of the war, causing even greater chaos like ripples.

The city where Edward lives is still a long way from Aldera, but since three days ago, fleeing people have been coming here.

Speculative businessmen, panicked residents, and people who had long since become refugees from disputes in other cities wandered here. They brought all kinds of rumors and chaos, which in a short period of time disrupted the order of the city.

It was a huge impact and plunged it into a haze.

"What time is it already, and you still don't come to make a deal with me? Shia Eggers can't bear it!"

Edward looked at his watch and joked to himself in a good mood.

"I was right to prepare for a rainy day before. I raised the price of grain in advance, which triggered looting that night. Now the grain merchants want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. Let me see when it is better to let them go bankrupt."

"Forget it, let North handle this matter himself. After all, they are the ones who will take over after bankruptcy."

"If I favor them like this and they cannot become a first-class food company before the war, then there is no need for them to exist."

After spending leisurely noon, Edward put on his coat and went downstairs, planning to go for a walk outside.

He walked to the lobby and saw the hostess of the hotel walking around and busy packing things. There were many sundries and sheets and bedding piled up in the lobby.

Seeing the guests, the hostess quickly let go of the cart and showed an apologetic smile to Edward:

"Sorry, Mr. Vaughn, we will be temporarily closed this month..."

Edward was not surprised: "You guys are planning to go back to the Northern Continent? This is a good idea. I don't know when this place will become even more chaotic."

"Let me know when you are ready to close down business, and I will settle all the payments."

The hostess breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Relying on the husband's connections, they bought two one-way tickets to Loen. Children under ten years old were free of charge. For these two tickets, they spent more than half of their family property.

Edward's room fee is also a considerable amount of money, which can make up for their current financial hole.

He asked curiously: "Have you bought the ferry ticket? Now the ticket for the return trip has increased tenfold, almost to one thousand pounds."

The hostess hesitated for a moment, then smiled cautiously: "I just have the opportunity, I don't know if I can buy it yet."

"Are you hungry? Please wait a moment. There is still some food in the kitchen. I will cook for you." The hostess smiled while wiping her hands on a clean towel and holding the grocery cart in her hand.

Pushing aside, "What do you want to eat today?"

Edward thought for a moment and asked casually: "What is the current price of rice noodles?"

The hostess's face darkened and her smile became a little forced: "The price this morning was 12 pence."

This is the price of one kilogram.

The scope of the Food Act does not reach this point. The economy of the Southern Continent is affected by local foreign industries, and the West Balam Company regulates it as it pleases, and prices are quite free.

It's so free now that it's a bit scary.

"Then let's have grilled fish." Edward said nonchalantly, "I like the taste of your grilled fish very much, please put more chili. I bought some pasta when I went out in the morning, so I can take the child to eat together."

The hostess sincerely thanked the guest for his understanding: "Thank you, she is still in the room, I will call her later."

She turned to leave, but soon stopped and turned her head hesitantly:

"Mr. Vaughan, aren't you going back to China?"

"If you need help, maybe you can still buy a boat ticket now..."

The hostess thought about how much effort her husband had put into getting the tickets for the two of them, and that she might not have the chance to get another one, so she said this with some hesitation, but her concern for the guests still prevailed.

"Returning to China will have to wait until I finish the things in my hands," Edward said, "but I will leave this city soon."

"It's okay to leave, the city to the west should be safer..." The hostess relaxed a little and ran towards the kitchen in small steps.

The safety is quite safe, but I heard that the Rose School is taking advantage of the struggle between the Spiritual Religion Group and the Northern Continent to arrest people, and many people have already come to the east. Edward is thinking about arresting one to see if he can follow those

The sacrifices blended into the Rose School.

Edward looked at her retreating back and touched his chin thoughtfully.

"You want to help others but you don't have the ability, so you have to say a few words to comfort yourself."

After saying that, He smiled softly: "I have done well during this period. I am very satisfied with it. If they show more kindness or give me something substantial, it is not impossible to let them go back alive."

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He sat down on his old spot on the sofa in the hall. Suddenly, the air around him suddenly became cold and heavy.

A gust of cold wind stopped here, and a middle-aged man with white temples appeared next to Edward. He bent down deeply and sat down on another single sofa next to him.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

Mirela tilted her head in greeting, and then said straight to the point: "I have brought Her Majesty the Queen's oral message."

"Her Majesty the Queen hopes to take action within this month without further delay to detonate the center of the conflict, the city of Aldera."

TBC

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Good afternoon. I’m really tired from driving practice.
Chapter completed!