Jin Na stretched out her hand, and gently scratched the neck of the old buddy who had been with her for many years. She knew that this was the third favorite way of relaxation of the other party—the first and second favorites were Hawking Liquor and Horseman's Region of distilled spirits.
Sonia sighed at the side: "The griffins on your side have the worst temper I have ever seen, full of vulgar language - in comparison, the giant eagles we tame are all gentle and polite gentlemen and ladies. "
"Unfortunately, I'm not an elf, nor a druid. I can't understand what the griffins are saying..." Jin Na shook her head, "But I can feel their mood."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but if you understand it, it's annoying," Sonia said helplessly, "Swearing at the griffins, these guys can kill your whole family in an instant..."
A low hum suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Sonia's words. Jinna raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw a dragoon training plane that had completed its mission across the sky, flying in the light of approaching dusk. In the direction of the hangar.
The griffin next to her saw the magical machine flying across the sky, and immediately became emotional, flapping its wings and making an exceptionally loud cry.
Sonia stretched out her hand and patted the raptor's neck: "Shut up—the machine doesn't have a mother."
The corner of Jin Na's mouth trembled visibly.
"From next year, with the launch of the Dragoons and other types of aircraft, a considerable number of military griffins will be demobilized or reorganized in batches," Maggie suddenly broke the silence, looking at Jin Na and said, "Some of them will be transferred to For civilian use, some will be assigned to remote areas, and some will be relegated to the second-line troops. If I remember correctly, the griffins domesticated by you dragoon trainees must be the first batch to be dismissed... This is probably why it is in a bad mood Reason."
"... I intend to raise it myself, I have submitted an application and got permission from my superiors," Jinna said, "I will raise it until the day it is completely old."
Sonia took a look at the female knight in surprise: "...without relying on allowances and extra income, it is not a small expense to raise a griffin on your own ability. And as the commander of the dragoons , Your behavior of domesticating a private griffin may affect your image in the eyes of civilian soldiers to some extent."
"It has been with me for many years, and I can't bear to send it to the southwest border," Jinna smiled lightly and shook her head, "And the Prince family has never abandoned a griffin partner, I don't want to be First. As for the troubles that come with it... I believe I'm prepared."
In the wooden nest, the huge bird of prey tilted its head to look seriously at the female knight for a moment, then stretched out its head and rubbed its beak against Jinna's hair vigorously, making a low grunt.
Jin Na reached out and hugged her old partner's neck. With a smile on her face, she looked at the blonde elf in front of her: "Instructor Sonia, what is it talking about now?"
Sonia's expression was a little subtle: "It says your mother is alive."
Jinna: "..."
The young female knight left the griffin's nest with a strange expression, while Sonia and Maggie stood in place, looking at the training camp area not far away that had been immersed in the sun, Maggie suddenly exhaled softly.
"There should be more than one knight like her... This era is changing too fast, and there are always some old things that people can't let go of, especially in the knight class who value family traditions," the black-haired dragon woman sighed. , "It is said that in the Second Combat Corps, officers from traditional knight families and newly promoted knight officers will even have conflicts and differences. This is very disgusting, calling it 'the arrogance stink of the old aristocracy'... ”
"The old nobles who have lost their privileges and fiefdoms will inevitably miss what they once owned, and will inevitably bear the brand of the previous era, while the civilian officials who have rapidly improved their status will be particularly disgusted by this, and even due to some previous antagonistic relationships, Some originally insignificant living habits between the two classes will become points of conflict..." Sonia shook her head, "Originally, the two groups were isolated, and there was almost no possibility of conflict in this regard, but His Majesty Gawain brought The new order brought the distance between the two groups rapidly closer, and gave the two groups who had no intersection with each other a chance to have conflicts and even vent their conflicts... This is unavoidable."
The new era is beautiful, but there is always a price for good things. The prosperous new empire inevitably hides various hidden dangers.
Sonia is not a human being, but as an elf, she has experienced thousands of years, and she has seen too many things.
"Your Majesty must have foreseen these hidden dangers," Maggie said after a moment of silence, "Let's not think too much..."
…
Holy Spirit Plain, a small town on the west bank of Gorgon, Changshi Town.
The scorching rays and the smell of scorching blades burning flesh wafted into the nostrils, making the gloomy government official frowned. This middle-aged man with a pale complexion and high cheekbones in a black woolen coat looked at the man who was tied behind his back. The family members clasped their hands, and the disgust on their faces was undisguised.
The security guards in black uniforms and armed with magical weapons stood beside him. The blade of the melting sword glowed red in the cold winter wind, carrying frightening heat.
"You have concealed the property that should have been handed over to the empire, kept the illegal contract, and refused to implement the farmland decree, Mr. Scott Coulton, it seems that prison is your best destination," the gloomy official of the government affairs office said in a cold tone , "Maybe it can wash away the rancid smell on your family."
"Bermaner... You are avenging yourself!" The man with his hands tied behind his back raised his head vigorously. Although there were heavily armed mana combat soldiers standing beside him, he still shouted loudly, "You tampered with the documents! Those that don't exist The accounts, title deeds, letters... are all concocted by you!!"
"Shut up!" The security guard on the side quickly stepped forward, and the armguard made of steel hit his face firmly, making the latter's face covered with blood, and the man who had been injured in many places almost passed out on the spot.
A woman nearby screamed in horror.
"Put them in the car," the government official known as Berman waved his hands in disgust, "Others, continue to count the confiscated things... These are all fat squeezed from the poor, and must be included The treasury, use it on the right path."
The special security team next to him responded immediately: "Yes, my lord."
Bermaner nodded, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face, but another gust of cold wind blew, making him tighten his clothes involuntarily.
…
The sky was getting darker and darker, and the newly erected magic crystal street lamps on both sides of the town streets were lit up one by one under the control of the automatic mechanism.
People who finished their day's work set foot on the way home under the lights. Near the government affairs hall in the former aristocratic district, a light-footed figure flashed across the brightly lit street.
Bermer stepped up the few steps in front of the independent dormitory, looked up at the door pane emitting warm light, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.
Pushing open the door of this house that once belonged to a certain consultant scholar, a warm breath rushed in. Bermer stepped into the room, closed the door, then took off his cold coat, and hung it on the wall near the entrance. on a silver hook.
But a strange man's voice suddenly came to his ears, making his movements instantly stiff: "Don't hang up your coat in such a hurry, Mr. Berman—you will be going out soon, and it will be colder outside than inside. many."
Bermaner's eyes widened immediately, his heart pounding in fright. He suddenly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a strange figure in a black uniform emerging from the empty living room just a moment ago— It was a young man with short black hair and a slight smile on his face. He was wearing a straight black long windbreaker with a small silver chain hanging from the neckline, and a red armband with black eyes embroidered on it. left arm.
The stranger sat on the sofa, and it took less than three seconds for his body to go from illusory to solid. Then he stood up and stretched out his white-gloved right hand to Bermer: "As a courtesy to meeting for the first time, maybe we should shake hands." a hand?"
"Who are you!" Bermer exclaimed, "Why are you in my house?!"
"Shhh, your family is still sleeping upstairs, I think you don't want to wake them up in this embarrassing situation," the young man withdrew his right hand, took out the ID from his pocket, and unfolded it in front of Bermaner—the black shading , Silver-white daggers crossed on the open eyes, this is the logo of the Military Intelligence Bureau, "Military Intelligence Bureau, Internal Service Three, Anti-Rebellion Special Section, codename Raven. Mr. Berman, please come with me, There's something we want to know about you."
Bermaner's pupils constricted for a moment, and he finally realized the identity of the young man in front of him. The next second, he suddenly took half a step back, turned around and wanted to open the door and rush to the street, but just as he had time to turn the handle, a A hand wearing only a white glove pressed his arm.
The military intelligence officer who called himself "Dark Crow" had already stood beside him at some point, and some kind of metal object pressed Bermer's back.
Visible sweat dripped from the forehead of the government affairs official, and he couldn't help shouting: "You... you can't do this! I am loyal to His Majesty! I have followed him since Kant, and I have made contributions in the Plain of the Holy Spirit..."
Raven took out the special shackles: "Unfortunately, Mr. Berman, I confirm that your name appears on the list."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Bermer struggled, but his strength couldn't break free from the former royal shadow guard's confinement. He could only shout in despair, "I just did what I should do! I Be loyal, I am loyal! Take me to see His Majesty... No, no, no, even take me to see the chief!
"Have mercy! Sir, take me to the director, who knows me! She knows...
"Good job, good job, send a magic net message to the director, there must be some misunderstanding, there must be something..."
Click, the locks of the shackles closed, and Berman's hands were firmly imprisoned.
The dark crow snapped his fingers, and the power of shadow invaded the opponent's vocal cords, finally quieting the chattering man.
Looking at the man with wide-eyed eyes in front of him, Dark Crow showed a hint of pity on his expression: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed, the one who signed is the bureau chief, a government office like you who was born in the southern border and received personal education from Her Majesty Hetty." If something happens to an official, of course there must be a special order from the highest level. But please rest assured that His Majesty does not allow any form of internal assassination or secret execution. You will accept an open and fair trial. You emphasize your loyalty—if they If it really exists, then it must be revealed after the trial. But then again, in fact, you should know better than me what the final result will be.
"Mr. Berman, you have embezzled the property confiscated from the old noble castle, and distorted the execution of orders from the Supreme Council. All these things will be announced. You may become an influential model... This can at least become your One last contribution to the Empire.
"In addition, we will notify your family members in a proper way, and you will also have the opportunity to meet them—different from your style of conduct, we will strictly enforce the law, so don't worry about it."
The raven spoke unhurriedly, and Berman made a whining sound, his eyes were full of fear and regret, and perhaps, there was still a trace of doubt.
Seeing such eyes, Raven just shook his head, stepped forward to open the door, and led Bermaner to the street.
In the small town that has completely fallen into the night, the magic spar lamps on both sides of the road exude bright brilliance. In the silent night, several figures in long black trench coats, red armbands and white gloves are walking slowly near the houses. get out.
"Close the team."
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