Chapter 32 Secret

Today, one of my best buddies got married. I was happy for him and threw up all the manuscripts to celebrate.

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February 21 at the beginning of 1573 of the Holy Empire.

At the headquarters of the 23rd Legion, a regular legion meeting is being held, with five regimental commanders from all parts of Adams, Deputy Commander Roderick and Legion Commander Lance all here.

"Ms. Kruse, look at what you have done! What did Nokan, the gateway of Adams Province, make you look like? Who allowed you to lead troops into the city? That damn Tukas is just an asshole who wants to make achievements. How could you kill and set fire for such a politician? Roderick said.

"Lord Roderick, I just received a report from Pastor Tukas that there were artificial rebels in the city, so I led the troops there. Pastor Tukas has submitted a report on the incident to the Pope's Hall." Kruse said coldly, "Are you asking me to ignore the rebellion next time?"

"Mander Kruse, although you have only been transferred to the 23rd Legion in recent years, my 23rd Legion is also very kind to you. Don't show me with that lukewarm face. Commander Torres of the 12th Legion can't take care of you for a lifetime." Roderick patted the table and stood up.

"Lord Lance, is this how your subordinates treat me?" Kruse looked at Lance in the highest seat and questioned.

While manicing his nails with a small file, Lance said slowly, "Sit down, Rodrick, the soldiers should unite internally. For a priest and a group of businessmen to fall out, you let the surrounding legions watch jokes together? Huh?" Then he threw away the small file, looked at Cruze and said, "My leader, why don't you take my position? Looking at your tone, do you really feel that someone supports you? The 23rd Legion and I have to listen to you?

Seeing Lance angry and knowing that he was wrong, Cruze did not dare to be presumptuous. This is not the station of the 2nd Regiment. In case Lance is really angry and kills himself and gives Torres a sum of money, he will really die in vain. So he immediately stood up and bowed his head and said, "I'm guilty. Please punish Lance."

As soon as Lance waved his hand, Roderick stood up, took out an order, and read it aloud: "The resolution of the 23rd Army, due to the violation of the regulations, the commander of Kruse robbed the army, confiscated Cruze's military pay for half a year, a total of 180 gold coins, and ordered him to return to the garrison and banned him from leaving the barracks for two months."

As soon as Cruze heard it, he knew that Lance did not mean to tear his face. The whole order was not so much a punishment as an excuse, and the absolute thunder was small.

nodded to Lance to thank him and stared coldly at Roderick. Cruze withdrew from the headquarters and rushed back to the Nocan City station with the bodyguard.

After exchanging a few words with Lance and Claude in a low voice, the remaining regimental leaders rushed back to their stations.

"Let's take this boy a few days first." Lance looked at Roderick and said, "Claude's privately-made ordnance is hidden in the barracks of the 1st regiment. There are more and more things. Sooner or later, something will happen. Tell Claude to finish it quickly. I can't stand it."

"Yes, my lord." Roderick bowed and retreated.

Because the creator was punished, and the army first gave way, the alliance of businessmen, which was already on the edge of boiling, cooled down in an instant, at least on the surface.

The chaos in Adams' province seemed to have calmed down within a day. All businessmen began to pay expensive surcharges, and the impromptu riots did not seem to have occurred.

The clergy's alert nerves suddenly relaxed, and it seemed that the storm was about to pass and everything was safe.

Just as everything was moving in a good direction, an unfortunate thing happened.

In order to prepare weapons for the newly recruited new army, Claude had to gather all the blacksmiths who could be summoned. These people were bought with a lot of money, hardly took other work, and focused on making various weapons for Claude and other big businessmen. However, over time, it was suspicious.

Sherter, the first political boss of Doroar, was prosecuted by a priest on March 4, 1573.

"Your Excellency, you know that the blacksmiths in the city of Dororeal have rarely started work recently. According to reason, they should have little income recently, but my subordinates recently found in the tavern that the blacksmiths in the city are rich, as if they have made a collective fortune." The divine disciple was a little proud and proud of his keen observation. He only listened to hear him continue to say, "My subordinate recently checked the steel price of Chadoroar and found an amazing news that the iron price of Dororeal has doubled. It seems that someone hoarded a large amount of steel, and so many blacksmiths suddenly became rich. He They burned iron stoves all day long, and their subordinates felt that they were not going to start work, but making something very secret for some people.

Priest Melt waved his hand and interrupted the gods, and his eyes turned in his shriveled eyes, and immediately thought of the seriousness of the incident.

"You take a few reliable guards and ask the guards of the religious institute to catch a blacksmith in the west of the city and say that he cheated your gold coins. Just find any reason, grasp the religious institute and interrogate it strictly. Melt ordered.

"My subordinates are obeding." The divine agent retreated out of the house.

Then Melt summoned two reliable gods, let them disguise themselves, take Melt's handwritten letter, and rushed to Nokan City. One went to order Tukas to restrain, the other to go to the station of the 2nd Regiment, and Melt ordered the 2nd Regiment to secretly move closer to Doroar.

Claude was busy preparing for rebellion. Dozens of things that needed to be adjusted made him busy. His waiter walked into his office and gently said to Claude, who was resting on the bridge of his nose: "The clerk in the west of the city reported that the bodyguards of several religious establishments had just captured a blacksmith on the grounds of being suspected. Beat a god."

"This kind of thing happens every day, making people stare at the religious institute. As soon as the blacksmith comes out, he will ask what's going on. Don't let big things leak in advance." Claude said tiredly.

The waiter answered in a low voice and retreated.

Too many problems need to worry about Claude himself:

1, first of all, we must summon up the courage to fight against a huge empire spanning 44 provinces.

2, prepare at least 200,000 weapons and military personnel under the premise that no one in the Holy Empire finds them.

3, buy all kinds of people, including some clergy, and beware of leaks.

4, unite businessmen, solve internal conflicts, and prevent things from pulling each other back.

5, keep an eye on the army controlled by Lance to prevent them from suddenly changing their minds at the last moment.

6, help Lance take care of Angela, the future queen.

In this way, he was about to collapse by such a huge workload. If he had expected that this matter was so complicated, he would rather let others do it. He drank tea at home by himself. For the face of the Chancellor of Finance, he worked so long.