"Really or not..." Gore murmured.
The recent news that St. Blainey's Palace was attacked by strongmen and the auction was forced to be suspended is also a big news in Azure Castle. If this matter can be pinned on the Eastern Ambassador, then there will be no way to deal with him!
Philip glanced at Morrill, who was still in the room, and did not go into details.
Because according to the police investigation, there is also a suspected legendary mage here.
If it was really the ambassador's group who did it, then this mage who has never been seen is probably the ambassador's protector.
This is a completely logical inference. Even if the Far East lags behind, it is not inconceivable that a legendary mage will emerge from among tens of millions of people. It can also be judged that the ambassador who can be protected by the legendary mage is most likely a dignitary, and his status is probably in the category of royal relatives. Genius website address:
Such a person cannot be left to the lord to deal with.
Because the Earl of Cleveland must "punish" the other party in aristocratic ways, and the methods are nothing more than house arrest, ransom demand, and deportation. In his opinion, this kind of punishment is like playing house.
The most appropriate approach is to report the news to the boss and ask the boss to contact the Holy Palace.
The group of people behind the scenes will not be afraid of a legendary mage and his noble status.
"Okay, you can go out." Philip waved his hand and signaled Morrill to leave.
"Uh... Your Excellency, my answer just now..." Mollier was stunned. He managed to say about two hundred words without even mentioning the end, which was enough to exchange for a sum of money to leave Azure Castle, but the manager seemed to have forgotten. This matter is normal.
"Why, are you still staying in the office?" Philip laughed contemptuously and put the money on the table back together, "If they find out that you are negotiating with Pagoda behind everyone's back, what do you think the result will be? "
Mollier's face turned pale in an instant!
"Sir, how could you?"
"So I will keep it a secret for you. This is the best reward for you." Phillip's voice suddenly turned cold, "Now, get out!"
He opened his mouth tremblingly and wanted to say something, but Gore had already walked over with a cane in hand.
Morrill swallowed all the words in his throat.
He stumbled out of the office.
Gore locked the door again, "Is this really good? He won't get so angry that he reveals everything that happened here to Momora, right?"
"Then he would become a traitor despised by thousands of people, and his end would be ten thousand times worse than now. If he had had that kind of courage, he wouldn't have come here." Philip raised the corner of his mouth, "Not only that, this matter For Mollier, it was an invisible handle, and by taking advantage of it, we put an eye in the center of the rebels."
Gore couldn't help but admire his eldest brother with admiration.
He had bribed many informants before, but unfortunately none of these useless guys could gain the trust of the rebel leader. They were kept in the dark until the other party decided to launch a general strike, causing him to spend a lot of money in vain. money. And Phillip broke through the barrier around Momola without even paying for a single coin. This ability was indeed much stronger than his.
Gall began to look forward to the day when this group of hired workers was completely destroyed.
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At dawn, the production progress on the first day was finally fully caught up.
The first batch of high-quality jam is freshly baked and enters the packaging room along the transmission belt. There, these top-quality jams will be put into exquisite colored glass bottles and delivered to several fixed stores in the uptown area. Their prices are about three times higher than ordinary intoxicating jams, and only wealthy residents will pay for them.
But this is not a problem that the Pagoda workers need to consider. They clapped to each other in celebration, their faces full of excitement. Even though everyone has never bought a bottle of high-quality jam, it does not prevent them from enjoying the joy of achieving this result.
"I haven't seen everyone so happy for a long time." Huajiao wiped the sweat from his chest with his clothes and said with emotion, "We have been busy all night, but everyone is still very energetic. Before, they should have been lying on the ground. yes."
"Hehehe..." Mrs. Karan chuckled a few times, "What everyone is afraid of is not hardship, but fear that life will not be successful. Now that there is hope, why not suffer a little now?"
"That's true, but I still have to give the sweet bread a share of the credit." Momola was also in a good mood, "I'm afraid no one would have thought in advance that the day of the strike would actually be the best day for everyone to eat in recent years. The fullest day ever. With my stomach full of bread, I will naturally be full of energy for work!"
This statement made the other two burst into laughter.
"The rest of the work will be handed over to the guy who takes over." Horns waved to the two of them, "I'll take the first step."
"Are you in such a hurry today?" Mrs. Karan joked, "Isn't it because you have enough money from work and want to enjoy the city?"
"Whatever you say," Huajiao smiled bitterly, "I want to go to the river to take a shower first, and then go to the city to buy some food to bring to Muli. Otherwise, I would go into the store with this sticky smelly sweat. The shopkeeper will definitely pull him out with a stick."
After Horns left, Mrs. Karan also walked towards the factory with her hands behind her back, "Everyone has been busy all day, and now it's our packaging team's turn to show off. You should go back and rest quickly, we will continue to be busy tonight."
"Yes," Momola responded, "I'll leave the rest of the factory to you."
Looking at Madam's back and the factory that was about to start the next round of production, Catwoman couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cool dawn breeze.
This may be the life she wants.
Work with your own hands to create a future worth looking forward to.
Just as she was about to return to the shantytown, a slightly hesitant voice stopped her.
"Momola..."
Catwoman turned around and found that the other person was Morrill.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Momola noticed that his face looked quite bad, as if he had lost all strength. "How about you sit there for a while, and I'll go to the factory and ask for a bowl of porridge."
"No, I'm fine..." Mollier was in a state of confusion at the moment. The conflict between the two choices in his heart had not subsided since he left the office.
He wanted to confess everything to the other party, but he was afraid that the other party would no longer forgive him. Without that money, he would have to work in the factory for at least ten more years. If he was regarded as a traitor, Mollier could hardly imagine what the future would be like. The guilt caused by his conscience was constantly tormenting him, but rational weighing made it difficult for him to move forward.
"Are you okay?" Momola scratched her ears, "Don't force yourself."
"Um... Momola, I want to ask you a question." Mollier gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, "What kind of life did you live before you came to the factory?"