After receiving the news of the deputy's death, the chief of public security, Beaufort, rushed over immediately.
"Protect the scene!"
Burft said to his subordinates with a solemn expression.
Not only because it was his deputy who died.
What's more, that Lord Gerrard left temporarily and handed over the security of the entire harbor to him.
Immediately, Beaufort felt pressured.
Because, the chief of security is very clear about what he is going to face.
'Harassment' by new federal agents!
Those spies absolutely don't want their lords to be able to take back the widow and remnant soldiers of 'Yanbao' safely, they will definitely wreak havoc and restrain their lords' energy.
Even if my lord brought back the widow and remnant soldiers of 'Yanbao'.
Also deal with the mess at the harbour.
Therefore, after Beaufort received Gerrard's order, he immediately made layer-by-layer deployments.
Unexpectedly, something happened.
The person who had the accident was still his deputy.
Burft had a gloomy face, and his eyes scanned the study in front of him.
Very ordinary furnishings, like other study rooms in the harbor, there is nothing to be concerned about, except... the container like a washbasin.
As the head of public security at the port, Beaufort has naturally come into contact with the 'mysterious side'.
Even, he is also proficient in several secret arts.
So when Beaufort saw the washbasin-like container, he immediately noticed a difference.
"An artifact similar to communication!"
After checking, Burft frowned.
First of all, such artifacts are absolutely not lethal.
Secondly, such artifacts should not appear in the study of his deputy, Goulart.
Who would be the person who owns such an artifact
No one knows better than Beaufort, Chief of Public Security.
He subconsciously thought of Lide's exhortation when he left.
'Keep an eye on Goulart and those associated with him! '
If Beaufort still had doubts about Lord Gerald's personal servant's instructions before, at this time, the chief of public security will no longer be there.
Obviously, this is Lord Gerald's order.
Little Liddell was just a mouthpiece.
Goulart is connected to the spies of the new federation
The other party was left behind by the adults who deliberately set a long line to catch big fish
At this time, for the sake of the safety of the entire harbor, my lord is no longer appeasing
The thoughts in my heart quickly turned several times.
On the surface, Burft gave the order calmly.
"Search!"
"Search here thoroughly!"
"yes!"
A squadron of harbor patrols sprang into action immediately.
Perhaps on the frontal battlefield, these harbor patrol troops are not the best, but in terms of search and arrest, they can really be called experts.
Soon, some notes hidden in the cracks of the floor were found.
These notes were not written in Common Tongue, but numbers.
"password!"
Burft glanced at it and knew what it was.
Then, he turned his gaze to the bookshelf beside him.
If there is a password, there must be a password book.
Only after corresponding to each other, will the correct transmission content appear.
However, even Beaufort couldn't find the correct codebook from the entire bookshelf in a short period of time.
"Bring them all back!"
Burft ordered.
Then, just as the chief of public security was about to leave.
Several subordinates hurried in from outside.
"Report to my lord, there was an accident on Walnut Street, and someone fell from a horse and died."
"Report to my lord, there was an accident at the Coconut Street restaurant, and someone choked to death after eating."
"Report to my lord, there was an accident on Pineapple Street, someone was chased by a dog, fell down and died."
"Report Your Excellency..."
The reports made Beaufort frown.
"Send someone to protect the scene."
"Then investigate thoroughly."
Beaufort continued to order.
But in the heart of the chief of public security, there was already a bold guess: Could these dead people have something to do with Goulart? Could it be the remaining spies of the new federation
If so...
Lord Gerrard must have a more secret weapon.
Is it the Guards
No!
The Guards couldn't be so accurate and weird.
It should be the old guard next to the rumored 'Lord Hans'!
When this guess appeared in his heart, Beaufort couldn't help thinking about it.
As the hereditary retainer of the harbor, he knows some secrets about the Hans family.
Among them is the disappearing Old Guard.
A force with more than a hundred people, but extremely powerful and extremely weird combat power.
The most glorious battle should be facing the counterattack of the old federation. A team of more than a hundred people held back the 20,000 full army of the old federation, harassing, attacking, and beheading them continuously, directly defeating the opponent.
But in the past 10 years, it has disappeared without a trace.
"Could it be them?"
Beaufort guessed.
…
Breakfast at 111 Durham Street begins.
However, compared to the excitement at the dinner table in the past.
Denise was alone on the huge dining table.
Jason, Gerald, and Lid are not there.
Neither Peters nor Hume were there.
Denise hugged her favorite fleshy bones in the past, and always felt that she had no taste.
Therefore, it ate three servings.
Then, she saw that the kind and fat auntie cook had just cleaned up the dining table for her. After entering the kitchen, the next moment, she changed her usual long skirt and put on a knight uniform and leather armor. Holding a huge mace and four muskets hanging on both sides of his waist, he walked out.
"Miss."
"terribly sorry."
"I won't be able to cook for you for some time to come."
"The war is coming."
"I need to go to the front."
The aunt cook who was carrying a mace looked at Denise apologetically.
Denise was very popular with the servants at 111 Durham Street.
Because Denise, who is wearing a sarong, is not only kind, simple, and big-hearted, but also has no airs at all. Except for getting lost occasionally and accidentally destroying furniture, she is simply the most perfect service object in the hearts of servants.
"war?"
Denise froze.
It is very familiar with this vocabulary, and it is often seen in books.
But the real face, it is the first time.
It looked around blankly.
I saw that the familiar servants and maids all changed their usual waiter uniforms and long skirts. They put on knight uniforms and leather armor, and stood in front of No. 111 Derren Street with weapons in hand, ready to go.
"That's why Jason and Lide will set off."
"Peters and Hume will follow."
"Are they going to the front too?"
Denise thought blankly.
Seeing Denise in a daze, the fat aunt cook felt distressed for a while.
She still likes to see Denise's carefree appearance.
"Don't worry, Miss Denise."
"Everything will pass."
"With us and Lord Gerald here, everything will be fine."
"However, it's just two full-strength infantry regiments. We can crush one of them, and two can do the same!"
Aunt Cook patted her chest, signaling Denise to be at ease.
Then, the aunt said goodbye to Denise.
"Miss Denise, wait for me to come back."
"I'll cook for you too."
After speaking, the aunt waved her hand and walked towards the queue with a mace on her shoulder.
Denise watched the queue set off.
111 Durham Street was even emptier.
The rest of the people all had fear and anxiety on their faces.
Denise, who is used to the excitement and fantasies, doesn't like this kind of atmosphere very much.
In particular, Jason was not around, which made Denise even more unaccustomed.
Unable to bear it, Denise muttered in a low voice—
"I don't like this kind of war!"
"Let it end quickly!"
"I want Jason to come back to me!"
"I still want to eat the meaty bones made by the fat lady!"
hurry up!
Let it be over!
The wind walks away with such a sound.
City blowing across the harbour.
Blowing across the distant sea.
Blown over the land too.
Then…
"Follow your will, my Majesty the Queen!"