"The people in the city guards are strictly not affiliated with the military organization." Standing in the study, Elliot explained to Wien.

"Their predecessors came from a palace guard who was only responsible to the king a hundred years ago. Later, in order to more accurately divide the security responsibilities of the capital, some elite troops were divided from it to form the city guard."

...Well, in layman's terms, is it the difference between a permanent security force and a professional military force?

Wien nodded roughly understanding.

"But unlike the king who first founded this institution, the City Guards did not become an institution that could maintain independence and autonomy without being influenced by external forces." Elliot sighed, "In fact, most of the senior officials in it are in it.

They all went in through the back door, and there were many people who were completely scrambling to live."

"But, Bulvo can be considered an anomaly."

"He loves work, works diligently, and his abilities are also of the best..."

Even if you can get such an evaluation from Duke Elliot, even if you look at the entire kingdom, there are not many people who can rank first.

However, his praise stopped halfway.

"...It's a pity that he is already from His Majesty the King."

Comrade, your thoughts seem to be a bit dangerous?

No matter how much you complain, you still have to find Elliot to learn more about the inside story if you don’t understand it very much.

So Wien wondered, "Can't we take action and fight him over?"

In the investigation of the Wenche family's involvement in the trafficking case, the adjutant was Simon, who was mostly unfair to his family, and the chief was His Majesty the King's loyal dog, Bulvo, which was not a very favorable arrangement no matter how you look at it.

"No, his existence is very important to His Majesty the King." Elliot shook his head. "If the person sitting in that position is not 'his own', I'm afraid that His Majesty will not sleep well at night."

"I mean... secretly win over him."

Bulvo has many handles.

Although he was very upright on the surface, he had not received any benefits at all, and that account book was a clear proof.

Furthermore, there is also the identity of a rebel spy like a time bomb.

Elliott still didn't let go.

"It doesn't make sense for us to catch him, because... his handle is all in the hands of His Majesty the King."

"Once he shows his intention toward us, the king may not do anything to us, but he will most likely have to be cleaned up and replaced with a candidate who can reassure the king." He sighed, "In the capital,

There are few people who are willing to do practical things. If you kill one, you don’t know when you want to wait for the next one to appear."

Good guy, this is a little too realistic.

Wait, what seems to be wrong with this statement?

"His handle is in the king's hands?" Wien repeated the sentence.

"So it means that he has many illegal operations that are informed by the king, or even instructed by the king?!"

Upon hearing this, Elliot laughed.

"You can understand whatever you want, but I didn't say that anyway."

The slightly playful expression looked a bit similar to Chris.

Wien couldn't help but wonder whether Chris got Elliot's true teaching, or whether Elliot got Chris's true teaching?

Although Franz's statement was not thoughtful, his implications were actually revealed very clearly, and the truth was what he guessed.

To be honest, this is not a very unexpected message. Isn’t the same with the Chancellor of the Finance Minister Franz? Before, Song Li told himself that the money Franz received from local officials, the king

Your Majesty is also aware of the matter.

Can only such a person reassure him?

Deep down in the king's heart, how unconfident is he that he is in control of the power he controls.

Wien frowned.

If the king deliberately suppressed it, it would be a bit difficult. You can't go out just to bring in a large number of people to rebel just because he puts his own shoes.

Besides, I and their two sons are good friends. Wouldn't it be that "you drink with you in the golden cup, and you will never forgive each other?"

Perhaps seeing some of his concerns, Elliot comforted in a light tone: "Wynn, you have to understand that many political contradictions are inevitable, just look at how to fight."

"Some places must not give in, but some places can constantly compromise... In this, you only need to maintain a balance to continue to develop steadily."

Wien listened seriously.

He knew that it was Elliot who was teaching him step by step to deal with political affairs.

The experience gained from talking about the war on paper is still different from the experience gained from personal implementation.

One was willing to teach and the other was willing to learn, and the two of them stayed in the study until late at night.

Until I went out the next day, the complex knowledge was still buzzing in my mind.

He sat in the carriage and closed his eyes and rested, and before he knew it, he was about to arrive at school.

Listening to the regular sound of ruts rolling in his ears, Wien suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chris opposite him.

She lay down at the window and stared blankly outside the carriage, not knowing what she was thinking.

And there is nothing else outside except rows of trees.

"What are you thinking?" Vien couldn't help but break the tranquility in the car.

After a while, Chris replied softly.

"In a daze."

Seriously saying that he is in a daze, how can he continue the topic?

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Chris seemed unhappy and didn't talk to him along the way.

"Chris, are you still angry with me? I didn't mean it last time..."

He wanted to apologize, but Chris immediately interrupted him.

"I'm not angry. It's wrong for me to lose my temper before. Don't mention that matter again."

“…”

Facing Chris's plain tone, he only felt that he could not make it powerful.

"I'm really not angry?" He glanced at the expression on her face.

There is neither sadness nor joy.

"No," she stressed again, "don't mention it when you say it."

……All right.

If you don't mention it, don't mention it.

But for some reason, I always feel that the atmosphere is different.

I obviously want to say something, but I feel that nothing is appropriate to say now.

——She seems to be neglecting herself.

When this idea came out, Wien felt helpless. But Chris's behavior was not like he had a tantrum before, and he had to make up for it no matter what.

She just talked a lot less, and she didn't always pester herself to act coquettishly like before.

After school, she no longer asked him if he was going to see Lawrence and when he would go home.

He didn't know whether to be lost or feel a little thankful.

Is this a good change?
Chapter completed!