"These guys don't know that you are a lord and nobleman, hehe." Josephine the coachman said with a smile. "This is much more valuable than those ordinary nobles who only have false titles."
"Don't talk nonsense." Gallon reprimanded lightly, "In the current situation, there should be many lords and nobles who have lost their territories and cannot support their family power, right?"
"This is indeed true." Josephine put away her smiling face, "The family I used to work for was like this. They didn't buy much property in the capital, and the wealth they brought was lost on the way. After coming here, they couldn't support it for a few days. Just disband us, and the family fortune of hundreds of years has declined like this, alas.”
Garen didn't speak anymore, just listening to what Josephine said.
From the mouth of this coachman who was hired by many nobles, he did hear a lot of unknown gossip. The coachmen often communicate with each other, and when they get together to brag, they calculate that there are still powerful territorial nobles in the entire capital, and the number of them will not exceed four hundred. Compared with the huge group of tens of thousands of nobles, this is simply a drop in the ocean.
Originally, Josephine was depressed because of being fired, but she didn't expect that when Lala hired her, she suddenly had a different right to speak among the coachmen. Although Master Garen's reputation is not very good, he is indeed a high-ranking nobleman, and it is said that he has close relationships with many powerful noblemen.
The carriage passed through the black street, circled the royal palace for half a circle, and finally left the royal capital again. After passing through a checkpoint, there was a large yellow-green grassland in front of it.
The grass is yellow and green, dotted with some red fruit bushes.
This piece of grass is located at the end of the black buildings in the capital, surrounded by a large circle of black stone walls, forming a huge oval area.
After driving on the grass for a while, the carriage gradually saw a huge lake in the center.
"That's Lake Wells, which is the source of water supply for the entire capital. In addition to Wellsburg, which you are going to, there is also the water supply bureau of the capital." Josephine, the coachman, seems to be no stranger to this place.
On the straight driveway, there were also some one-person open carriages driving towards Wellsburg. From time to time, groups of fast horse riders passed by the side of Gallon's carriage, coming and going, and there were not a few pedestrians walking.
The flow of vehicles and horses on the driveway gradually increased, and the carriage gradually slowed down.
After about ten minutes, finally, a small off-white stone castle appeared in front of it.
The small fort is built on the water by the lake, and only an arched stone bridge at the entrance connects to the shore and stands on the grass.
The small castle seems to be a wall made of crushed stones. It looks like a cobblestone floor, uneven, and it is all composed of fine stones. There are four spiers on the top, four points arranged in a square. There is also a blackened chimney on the sloping roof in the middle.
From a distance, Garen saw that the entire small fort was not too big, just like a two-storey residential building, and there was a black street lamp standing on the stone arch bridge at the entrance. There were two people standing on the bridge talking in a low voice, both wearing the same black skirt armor as Gallon.
The carriage drove Garen to the open space on the left side of the stone bridge and stopped.
"Here we are, sir."
"Yeah. Go back first, don't wait for me." Garen lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, and walked directly to the stone arch bridge.
Pass the two people who are chatting, walk along the arch bridge and walk into the gate of the small castle.
After entering through the dark doorway, there is a living room connected on both sides. The walls are covered with all kinds of weird decorations, most of which are bone ornaments of different shapes. There are white antler-shaped bones, huge thick thigh bones, and long skulls the size of basketballs.
In front of a counter on the right side of the living room, sat a fair-skinned girl wearing glasses and wearing a gray standard skirt. Seeing Garen walking in, the girl immediately showed a polite smile.
"Hello, are you the Viscount Garen who came to report? We have been notified that your portrait is recorded here. Please show your identification."
Garen took out the certificate issued by His Majesty the Emperor, a hard certificate with gold embossing.
The fair-skinned girl took it and checked it carefully, then wrote down the key information in a small book, and handed it back to Garen.
"Please wear this. Go to the second room on the right, and someone will receive you."
She handed over a black gold-edged badge with a golden Z-shaped pattern inside.
Garen followed her instructions, walked into the room on the right, and went to the innermost small room.
The layout of the small room is also similar to the hall, the walls are decorated with bones everywhere, there are two men and one woman who are arguing about something, when they heard footsteps, they stopped talking and fell silent for a while.
When Garen walked in, two black skirts, a man and a woman, glanced at him. The other brown-haired black skirt sat with his fingers stuck in his hair, with his head bowed, his chest heaving and falling, obviously emotionally unstable. down.
Garen ignored them and walked directly to a depression on the left side of the room.
Wow.
After a muffled sound, the wall suddenly parted a passage automatically, revealing a downward-sloping tunnel.
The upper part of the tunnel is inlaid with long strips of glass to guide the light from the outside, which feels like a skylight.
Garen walked in calmly.
"Welcome, welcome! Welcome, Viscount Gallon Terry Jones." A bloated fat man walked up to him with cheerful steps, grabbed Gallon's hand and held it firmly.
"I'm Baidra, a vice-city consul from far away in Shildun, and now the head of the secret royal capital. Your arrival makes us ecstatic!"
The fat man was all smiles, and he dragged Garen forward enthusiastically, walking along the tunnel while introducing the situation here.
"You didn't know the situation when you came here just now. The structure of our secret agency is Headquarters - Headquarters - Branches - Regional Offices - Special Task Force. These five structures are branched out layer by layer, covering the entire Kuwaitan. This is our Branch The Weitan Headquarters is now in charge of the five sub-bureaus, and each sub-bureau manages various regional offices, and there are many groups under the office. You are the deputy team leader we most need right now."
"The current situation is very difficult. We have lost many team leader-level personnel one after another. Although you are only the deputy team leader, you can become the official team leader as long as the trial mission is completed. Here, whether it is the headquarters or the General Administration The same is true for sub-bureaus, including regional division-level units, all of which are based on teams. The team at the headquarters is the most powerful, followed by the team at the head office, then the sub-bureaus, and so on." Fatty quickly explained.
"If the team of the regional department level unit can't solve the problem, it will report to the sub-bureau, which will be reviewed by the sub-bureau, and the sub-bureau team will be dispatched. If there is still no solution, it will be reported to the general bureau, and then to the headquarters. You now belong to our Kuwaitan general bureau The following team unit. The situation is very troublesome now, and the situation is difficult to solve. We have sent out most of our manpower. There are only ten teams in total, and eight of them will be sent out. A local mission in the royal capital. Just in time to hear that you are coming, His Majesty the Emperor greeted you in advance."
"Wait, you said you're just the chief of the Royal Capital District? Since this is the Kuwaitan General Bureau, where's the branch chief? Where's the chief?" Garen interrupted him.
"Erdu went on a mission." The fat man took out a white handkerchief and wiped his sweat. For some reason, this master Garen is completely different from the image shown in the information. The information shows that he is gentle and polite, and loves beautiful women (he was once hooked by Rosewood. have to go round and round), like poetry.
But the man in front of him looks like a human-shaped beast, with fair skin and a soft complexion, and a faint smile, but combined with the strange three red dots on the center of his eyebrows, it gives people a creepy feeling .
It's really weird, it's obviously a very gentle smile, how can it be as scary as it looks
The fat man was puzzled.
"Now there is a serious shortage of manpower, and something that provokes the majesty of the secret agency has appeared. The chief director was furious and took the strongest silver team to go out on a mission. It is estimated that it will take a week to come back. Right now I am in charge here for the time being. "
"Then is there any benefit for me to join this secret organization?" Garen asked the most critical question directly.
"You have high-level intelligence sharing qualifications within the royal alliance, and you have a huge amount of resources and economic income every month. You are entitled to immunity from killing, and you have the right to make decisions on your own for those without titles. You also have the right to compulsory expropriation, In an emergency, external non-title forces can be levied against the enemy, and if the other party does not comply, it will be tantamount to violating the law and becoming a wanted criminal for war crimes." The fat man seems to be very familiar with this.
"The most important point is that you can enjoy master-level customized totem and totem maintenance services in any part of the Royal Alliance according to your own level. Of course, the cost is paid by yourself."
"Tsk tsk. What a great right." After hearing this, Garen couldn't help but take a slight breath.
Although he killed so many people outside, in fact, if he dared to kill people within the sphere of influence of the royal alliance, he would be immediately besieged and killed by the top powerhouses in the country. And with this identity, it is obviously possible to legally kill within the scope of the alliance. It's no wonder that His Majesty the Emperor is worried about this department. If such a great power is not firmly in his hands, he may stab himself at any time.
"To tell you the truth, in fact, when I joined this department, it was because of the right to make my own decisions, hehe." The fat man gave Garen a wink that any man could understand. "When you meet a beautiful girl, you can just find a reason and decide on your own, you know."
Garen was speechless. At this time, he thought of the original reasons for the destruction of Kuwaitan in history. One was that the emperor was assassinated, and the other was probably that the power of special departments was too great, which caused too much public anger. It is estimated that the cause is people like this fat man in front of him.
"Then what do we have to pay?" Garen asked again.
"Obey the command of your superiors. Your superior is the Marquis of Yawei. He is the deputy director of the General Bureau and manages everyone in the Nine Colors Squad. Of course, at your level, you will be delegated to the branch bureau. At the end, you will be the chief and deputy director of the branch bureau or something like that." Duty. So you can also mobilize some people under the command. As a secret agency, what we are responsible for is to solve all the duties and affairs within the scope of jurisdiction. Any special scope involving assassination, rebellion, turmoil, and espionage is our business. Frontal combat is the business of the national government, and the study of logistics children and the like is the math department. To put it simply, we are responsible for everything in the dark. When you are free, everyone is leisurely and happy, and when you have something, you have to go out and work hard."
"Understood." Garen understood.
The two moved forward all the way, turning countless turns, until the light above was a bit dim, and the glass pillars on the stone wall could see through, and they could see the blue crystal water above their heads.
Finally, the front turned into a small passage, and there were two opposite rooms inside, with two brass nameplates hanging on them.
Garen glanced at the words on the nameplate. One is red and one is orange.
Pulled by the fat man into an underground room on the left.
There was a long conference table in the room, and there were four or five people scattered around the table. They were all wearing lighter gray skirt armor, each with a hood and a low expression.
Seeing Garen coming in, these people didn't say anything, they were just doing their own things, two women were chatting together, and two men, one old and one young, were discussing something. There was another one with his legs straight on the table, the hood pulled down to cover his face, and there was a faint grunt.
"This is your red team. From today onwards, they will be your team members. I have to leave first if I have something else to do. You can take care of yourself." The fat man left in a hurry and fled away.
"What do you mean I'm free?" Garen hadn't figured out the specific situation yet, seeing the fat man fleeing through the door, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
Standing at the door, he saw a circle of people in the room doing their own thing, and no one paid any attention to him. These people took up all the chairs intentionally or unintentionally, leaving no room for him.
"Who knows the situation, can you tell me what's going on?" Garen showed a harmless smile.
The old and the young who were discussing something in the room suddenly paused. The white-haired old man raised his head and squinted at him.
"Young man, are you the new team leader here?"
"According to that fat man, I am indeed." Garen showed his badge.
"You can go back and forth wherever you come from." The old man shook his head, "This place is not something you, a brat, can enter."
Garen smiled and didn't say much.
"Isn't this the group I'm in charge of?"
(end of this chapter)