In the Royal Palace of Lumang, Charles II was looking at the telegram in his hand. This was an urgent message from Eggsburg. Charles II had a bad premonition in his heart. He hurriedly opened it and saw that the contents of the telegram were indeed as follows. He guessed so.

"Snapped!"

The king, who was always known for his stability, slammed the table hard, making the guards beside him jump.

"Your Majesty? What about you?"

Seeing that he had punched a hole in the one-inch-thick oak table, Charles II realized that he had lost his temper.

"Ahem. It's okay. I'll find a wooden board in the warehouse and call a craftsman to come over and repair it. By the way, go and invite Princess Elizabeth."

Elizabeth, who was taking art class, was very confused as to why her father suddenly looked for her on September 9. After apologizing to the art teacher, Elizabeth followed the guards to the palace where the king had his office.

"What happened to my father?"

"Your Majesty, I don't know. Your Majesty received an urgent telegram from Eggsburg and ordered me to call you over."

Eggsburg? By the way, my father arranged for me to go to the north last year, but I forgot about it for a long time. Did something happen in the north this time, and asked me to go to the north to find out the details of the nobles in the north?

Elizabeth walked into the room while thinking about it. Charles II had already ordered everyone around to leave, leaving him alone staring at the entire Bruguet map.

"Good afternoon, father, what do you want me to do?"

"Aren't those guys who are reckless and greedy? A small hereditary baron in the north actually launched a large-scale case of manufacturing counterfeit banknotes? Are these guys really smart?"

Making counterfeit banknotes? This is indeed a big deal. After asking for permission, Elizabeth read the telegram and said with relief: "Father, the leader of the case has been arrested and the counterfeit banknotes have not flowed into the market. Fortunately, the problem is not big."

"The problem is not big, but it is very bad in nature. After these guys stole the power of our royal family, do they still want to steal the right to mint coins? Is it necessary to replace the heads on the coins of our kingdom with theirs one day to be satisfied?"

Elizabeth heard that her father seemed to be more concerned about who was printed on the coin. Is this important?

"Then Father, how should we deal with it."

Charles II stretched out his hands and said: "Our royal family cannot interfere in politics under normal circumstances. Even the removal of a small baron has to pass the parliament now. Today is a rest day, and the Ministry of Finance is expected to There is no one to deal with this matter. Let's do this. I will summon the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of Finance for a meeting on Monday. Elizabeth, aren't you enthusiastic about politics? I will assign you a task. How to deal with this matter. If your plan can get their approval. If you support me, I will give you a long vacation."

Is my father testing himself? I wonder if he wants me to patrol the Kailange area on his behalf during the long vacation.

"Father, the long vacation you are talking about allows me to patrol the Kelange area?"

"That's right. If I keep you in the palace, I guess no one will care. You can go out for a walk. You can go on a tour in my name and worship the God of Winter. His birthday is in February."

After receiving the imaginary reply, Elizabeth was not angry, but looked forward to this trip. It seemed that Mr. Detective was in Eggsburg, and she didn't know what this wise man looked like.

"As you wish, my father, I will go back and continue my class."

"Go ahead, by the way, this is for you."

Charles II took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it over.

"This is?"

Elizabeth took the envelope suspiciously and opened it to see that it was a bearer bank account number.

"Your pen pal's invention patent was bought by the Navy for a total of fifteen hundred pounds."

Elizabeth was stunned when she heard this. Although fifteen hundred pounds was not a lot of money for her, was the thing Mr. Detective simply came up with so valuable?

In Landless City, Martin was in a daze looking at a pile of money and information. He finally made the decision to open a charity coal mine a few days ago, and then looked at the profits and donations of the Anglican Church in Landless City last year.

, I have a start-up capital of three thousand pounds, which is a huge sum of money. What I am suffering now is that I have no business talent. I have no idea how to choose the address of the coal mine and the company to operate.

"Mr. Martin, there is someone looking for you outside."

Jacob knocked on the door with a bad smile and said in a strange tone.

"Who? Come to me now? Forget it, let him come in."

Martin is not afraid of someone coming to steal money. He is probably the strongest person in the entire city of Les, and there is probably no one who can steal money from him.

"It's them, I'll call them."

After Jacob finished speaking, he walked out. After a while, two well-dressed women walked in with umbrellas in hand.

"Sister, this guy is really a bishop."

"Be polite."

The visitors were sisters Temesha and Teresa. Martin asked with a smile: "What are you doing here today?"

Temesha swallowed her saliva after seeing the gold mark on the table, then bowed and said: "Dear Mr. Bishop, can you support us out of good intentions and goodwill? You also know about the snow disaster in Dunland this winter.

Yeah."

"Are you here for this?" Martin was not disappointed, but pointed at the small pile of banknotes in front of him and said.

"Here are three thousand gold marks. Give me a plan to convince me that I will willingly hand over the money to you."

Temesha was deep in thought, but Teresa said directly: "Isn't it okay to do good deeds? For the sake of the compatriots in Dunland and your believers."

"Pfft." Before Temesha could speak, Jacob laughed out loud.

"Boy, why are you laughing?"

Facing Theresa's accusation, Jacob was not in a hurry and spoke little by little.

"First of all, how do we know how you spend your money? This large amount of money has been handed over to you. If you take it away and run away, who should we look for?"

"Second, even if you don't run away, how do we know how you spend your money? If you spend the 2,900 pounds on your own and leave the remaining 100 pounds for show, who are we to talk to?"

"Third, even if our guess above is wrong, you are indeed good people, so how can you ensure that your charity will be distributed to those who really need it, and then others will take our money and remember yours, and then you will continue to come

Attack us and say how our church is rich and unkind."

Jacob's three consecutive knockdowns were very reasonable. Even the unreasonable Theresa was speechless and didn't know how to deal with it. In the end, she could only get angry and wanted to drag her sister away.

"Don't worry, we have a disaster relief plan. Jacob, please shut up first."

"Oh, it's up to you."
Chapter completed!