Abe the Wizard

When Viscount Dickens introduced Abel to an official, the official bowed to Abel as a gesture of respect, but Abel felt a strange atmosphere, as if there was an acquiescence between each and every official here.

“Viscount Dickens, all the accounts and the handover of the estate are left to my butler, Bartlett, and I just ask, the Toyotomi army handover to me!” Abel waved.

“I will take the place of the owner in the exercise of the accounts and the handover of property!” Bartoli gently untied the robe, revealing a white robe, not gorgeous, but precious silk robe.

“What, we're going to deal with a housekeeper, or a housekeeper!” Ovidrel seems to have been greatly insulted and shouted, and looked at his old master, Viscount Dickens, who had no intention of staying in Toyota City, who wanted to leave with Viscount Dickens, so he was very disgusted and disgraced that the Count in front of him handed him over with a housekeeper.

But Viscount Dickens didn't look at him at the time, but looked at the double cane badge on Bathory's chest with some fear.

Officials present in Harvest City, although not low-status, were not very knowledgeable. Perhaps wizards were a legend to them, but unlike Viscount Dickens, who knew the Wizard's Medal, there were actually only three wizards stationed throughout the Principality of Kamei for many years, and only one intermediate wizard.

And Abel's housekeeper was an intermediate wizard who implicitly felt that leaving Toyota would be the wrong decision, perhaps the most wrong choice of his life.

“Bathory, find out if he's an honest officer, and if so, forgive him, and if not, insult an intermediate wizard, just deal with it!” Abel glanced at Ayzad's steward and said faintly.

Abel did not have time to deal with officials' obscenities, and he used a particularly simple and brutal method, asking the Kingdom of St. Ellis to send an intelligence organization to investigate all officials in Harvest City long before he came to Harvest City.

If so requested by ordinary people, the Kingdom of St. Ellis would certainly ignore, or even be greatly annoyed, but Abel's request allowed the Empire to launch a national machine and conduct a thorough investigation of all officials large and small in Harvest City.

Officials' lives, jobs, families, incomes, etc. have become a little less privacy in front of the empire's most terrible intelligence organizations.

Of course, Abel didn't even look at these findings and gave them all to Bartholi, as a countess who had managed a rich territory, to temporarily take over the administration of Harvest City was the most appropriate option at this time.

“Ayzer, a wife, six lovers, two sons, twelve illegitimate children, sold 1,532 tons of food privately during his tenure as a harvest manager, for a total of 56,000 gold coins!” Bathory took a pile of parchment paper out of the space bag and found a loud chant from it.

At this time, Ayzer's steward was pale, his whole body was soft, and he didn't even tell his family about the private selling of food. How could the new stewardess know?

“Lord Viscount Dickens, I have been wronged. You must save me!” Governor Ayzer looked to his only savior, Viscount Dickens, but Viscount Dickens remained silent.

Unlike the already panicked Ayzer steward, the other officials in the room could see very clearly, and just as the Butterfly steward gently touched the waist, a large pile of parchment paper appeared in their hands, which was far beyond their imagination.

It seems that the Butler has the ability they don't know, what it is they don't know, but when something goes beyond their perception, fear becomes the only manifestation.

“I can assure you, Mr. Ayzerd, that even His Royal Highness King Algernon George dares not refute what this Ms Bathory has said!” Viscount Dickens looked disgustingly at Governor Izzard, who had done so much behind his back and still had the face to beg him.

“Administrator Izzard, all your property will be confiscated, and you will be sent to labor camp until death!” Bathory said coldly.

“No! Please, I'm willing to hand over all my property, please leave me alone!” Managing Director Ayzer sat on the floor with a soft body and tears wet his clothes, he continued to say.

“Drag it down!” Abel sighed.

Coming in through the door, the two knights grabbed Ayzer and took him out like a chicken.

At this time, there was a quiet area in the lobby, and the rest of the officials were frightened. After all these years of service, who had nothing to do with it, did they have their own records in the parchment?

“Bathory, you take over, and if there's any more trouble, you just take care of it!” Abel said to Bartlett, then turned to Viscount Dickens and said, "Viscount Dickens, where is the Battalion of the Harvest City Knights now? ”

“Count Abraham, I am surrounded by four senior knights of the army, formerly the senior knight of Saloyan, but he has left Toyota City, so this army is temporarily administered by these four senior knights, at this time the army is in the city's barracks!” Viscount Dickens introduced Abel to the four senior knights around him.

“Senior Cavalier of Saroyan, Lord of War, he has been in command for two years, but he has left or he can get together!” Abe exclaimed.

He was quite impressed by the fact that the senior knights of Saloyan were awarded with him and Lord Marshall at that time, all of them for the service of war.

“Four knights, you're still in charge of the army!” Abel commanded the four high knights.

The four high-ranking knights looked at Abel with a worshipping eye from the beginning, and they didn't know that the new Count was Abel, and nobody in Toyota knew, until now, just a few.

When four high-ranking knights learned about it, the excitement in their hearts could not be expressed, because Abel was the pride of the entire city, and when people used to talk about the city, they would say that it was a place where food was produced, and now more would say that it was the home of Abel's master.

Hearing Abel, he bowed down and said, "At the service of the Count! ”

On the other hand, Bathory's handover was simple, with an official holding a book of accounts in his hand and Bathory similarly looking at the information in his hand with parchment paper. As long as there was a slight error in the official's speech, she would glance at the official coldly and the official would immediately replace the actual figure.

Officials' reports soon ended. Bathory looked down at the books in front of him and did not make a sound. Everything in Harvest City was not ideal. There was a huge deficit, so there was no need to say anything about the granary. The managers were caught, just to see if the copied household capacity could meet the deficit.

And there are many problems in all aspects of people's lives, and it seems that Viscount Dickens is not a managerial talent, or he is simply stationed here by powerful force, but force is not equivalent to managerial power.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I can blame you for the past, but you want to come and see my master's strength. If you do well, my master will naturally reward you, but if anyone dares to reach out, then no one can save you!” Bathory raised his head and put the books back on the table without being proud to say so.

Officials in the lobby took a long breath, and the pile of parchment just now was too stressful, and Bathory's words made them feel dead and resurrected.

“That's it for today, and when we get back, everyone works hard!” Bathory waved.

Officials bowed down and stepped out of this dreadful lobby, leaving that dreadful housekeeper.

“The Count is too harsh to open his knife with Ayzer. It looks like we'll all have to stick together in the future, or we'll have a bad day in Harvest City!” Administrator Noyce is the most senior of all officials, and he looks at his colleagues as he walks.

The armoury's Isman manager revealed a hint of ridicule, and he glanced at the administrator, Noyce, and said: "Administrator Noyce, you may not have heard the name of the new Earl, his name is Abel! ”