Law of the Devil

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Chapter 196 [That's the Wind!

Not what Dewey expected.

He was subjected to a rare cold treatment all the way to Mulan City!

In the honor of his Imperial Duke, honored by the Regent, he himself comes from the famous Wuhun family of the Empire (although the Rollins have fallen, he still sees Dewey as his own in the aristocratic circle of the most mendical and traditional), not to mention Dewey himself as a powerful magician.

The local administrator received Dewey with the most solemn courtesy in any city he came from the Emperor.

But when he arrived in Mulan City, the convoy arrived at the gates of the city, and the commanding officer saw the road for half a day, but did not see a man from the Governor's Palace in Nurin province! Not even a minimal reception officer!

This pisses off the officer of the Imperial Forest Army! A proud son of the heavens, the Imperial Forest Army beside the Emperor! See the rank of senior officer! Along the way, when did those magistrates ever suffer this cold treatment in addition to the great respect they have for Dewey and the Royal Forest Army?

There is no receptionist in the Governor's Palace at the gates of the city, even the soldiers guarding the gates stopped the way and demanded to see their customs clearance papers… such a large convoy, with hundreds of regular guards, naturally cannot be randomly placed in the city.

Just as the officer of the Imperial Forest Army was about to fire, in Dewey's carriage, Philip jumped and walked up to the Imperial Forest Army officer and whispered a few words. The officer was furious when he grabbed the official document from his arms and threw it at the guard of the city.

“See clearly! Medal on my armor!” The Imperial Guard officer drank arrogantly.

Where do you know, this Mulan city guard thought it was hard, cold glanced at the Royal Forest Army and said: “It is because you are the Royal Forest Army that you need to check it out! Visual and insurgency crimes if you leave the army without an order! Hmm.”

The Imperial Forest Army held its breath, but prevented Philip from bringing Dewey's orders into flames. He patiently waited for the other party to examine the documents, then vented a whip of his horse and took people to the city.

The guard of the city looked at him coldly and scoffed: “Huh, people from the south just don't know how to take care of horses. Those who do not care about their horses are also worthy of cavalry. ”

The words happened to be heard in the carriage by Dewey, who sighed in silence for a long time.

Indeed, the Imperial Guard is unusable.

Perhaps their gear is the best and their treatment is the best, but... this army stacked with gold always makes Dewey feel a little too fancy.

Originally, Dewey was going to find a way to keep the 500 Royal Forest Army when he arrived in the northwest, but all the way, it seemed that he had dispelled the idea. These proud Imperial Guards are not part of Dewey's plan.

It's just that Dewey smiled at Philip around him afterwards: "Looks like this Governor Bohan doesn't seem friendly to us. ”

Philip was also puzzled. Although he was a young man with a good eye for Dewey, he still had no political experience. Although he had learned well, there were some things that were not clear to him yet.

Dewey had long understood.

If you don't come to the northwest, this is Governor Bohan's big game against the Northwest Army. And here he is... What would he think to Bohan? I'm afraid he'll think the Empire Center doesn't trust itself! Send someone to divide your powers!

You know, although Bohan is nominally only the governor of a Nurin province, in fact, he heard before Dewey arrived that, because the two former lords of Desa 'a province had been driven away by the Northwest Army, in such a chaotic situation, the decree was actually under the command of Governor Bohan.

It's strange that the one who splits the food has arrived, and he will give himself a good look!

The convoy entered Mulan City all the way, and Dewey sat in the carriage looking out the window, and along the way, it seemed that the capital city of Nurinhang Province was really quite the climate that governed Bohan. The bustling streets, the pedestrians, the merchants, the crowds.

A group of people crossed the street and went straight to the Governor's Palace, and halfway there, they finally greeted the Governor's Palace.

Several officials from the Governor's Office came on horseback (which impressed Dewey quite a bit, as if in this northwest part of the country everyone could ride horseback and even these civilian officials looked quite skilled in horseback riding) and stopped Dewey from travelling in a convoy.

The attitude of Dewey is very respectful, but the meaning of the conversation is worth reflecting on.

“The Duke, our Governor, asked us to welcome him into the city, only this morning the Governor's Palace was very complicated, and this autumn the payment of military salaries was very complicated, which delayed the time and asked the Duke to atone for his sins. We are leading the way ahead. The Governor has arranged the Duchess' residence, and Mulan City's administrative palace is just ahead..."

Before he finished, Dewey frowned slightly.

Executive Hall?

In the Empire, the Executive Palace is the place where every local government specializes in hosting officials from other parts of the country, which is the equivalent of an ancient Chinese mansion, but the question is… those places typically only accommodate junior officials, dignitaries like Dewey, how dare a magistrate let Dewey live in a place like that? Along the way, every time you get to a city, local officials pick the best spot in town for Dewey to stay, and even have to ask Dewey to stay in their own home.

But Governor Bohan dared to do such a thing. Not only did he not come, he also threw Dewey directly into the Executive Hall!

What makes Dewey frown is not that he doesn't feel comfortable abandoning the administration. Instead, he had no idea that Governor Bohan's attitude toward himself had reached such a point that he had even saved face condoms.

In this way, the people around Dewey are a little upset. Even Philip, the political rookie, felt a little excessive, and Dewey's servants, soldiers, were all angry.

Dewey thought about it, suddenly laughed, and walked out of the carriage, looking at these two Mulan City officials, and said peacefully: "Don't you know the Governor is in town now? ”

One of them was about to answer, the other quietly pulled him, and laughed: “Duchess, unfortunately, our Governor left the city early this morning. The Northwest Army sent someone yesterday to collect the autumn materiel salary, as well as a few business groups on the grasslands, which made the Governor really inseparable...”

Dewey nodded and grinned.

Out of town early this morning?

Joke! I walked all the way here, and every time I went anywhere, the cavalry that stood before my men would run to the front and walk all the way here. Every time I stopped at a place, the magistrates would also notify the next place of their fast track! According to this, the Governor must have known about his arrival today yesterday.

In his current capacity, since he knew he was coming, he chose to go out early this morning? Open your eyes and talk nonsense!

To think about it, Dewey suddenly had an idea in her heart.

You trying to hide from me? I want to see you! Governor Bohan, despite your many years of success in the Northwest, this shelf must be incredibly big, right?

And then Dewey simply ordered the people around him: "Everyone will rest with these two gentlemen in the office… General Lombardon, Philip, you will follow me to the Governor's Palace. Smoke, take your men with you! ”

Two Mulan City officials changed their faces, but Dewey did not consult them at all and gave the order directly. He's the Duke. How dare these two stop him? One of us had to split up and lead a large group of men to the palace, and the other one led the way ahead and took Dewey to the Governor's Palace.

The Governor's Palace is at the very heart of Mulan City, typical of the architectural style of the Northwest, with its simple, almost ugly shape, but exceptionally solid. Dewey felt the busy smell of the Governor's Palace far away. A busy official walked in and out of the Governor's Gate. And there's a side door next to it, a long queue, which makes Dewey look a little weird.

The queues, they were different, they were heterosexual in leather robes, and they were wearing Southern silk robes, and by their character, they were probably businessmen. These men gathered at the side door of the Governor's Palace in a long queue, but did not know what to wait for.

When Dewey looked at the officer who was leading the way around him, he had not spoken, but immediately explained, "My lord, these are members of the trade union travelling to the Governor's Palace to collect the trade share papers for the next quarter. ”

“Trading Share Paper?” Dewey looked at Philip behind him somewhat puzzled, but the young man also looked confused, and he didn't seem to know. After all, he came to the Northwest just a few years ago.

“Yes,” the official smiled. "It was an initiative by the Governor, and the governments of Nuringham province procure large quantities of supplies every year, military supplies to replenish the Northwest Army, official food requirements, and a variety of official goods. These things were purchased from folk, and then the Governor came up with this way to distribute them, and at the beginning of each year, they would send people to Mulan City to compete, and then our Governor would pick the best and lowest reputable ones and give them the power to buy them, thus saving us a lot of trouble, and buying them cheap and good each year. Significant financial savings have also been made. And the people you see in the queue are scattered teams of small businesses who don't have the strength to compete at the beginning of each year, but the Governor has also deliberately divided up the share of some purchases as long as these merchants spend money to buy… Summer is about to pass, and these merchants are here to compete for their share in the fall. These days, the Treasury Department of the Governor's Office has been busy. ”

It doesn't matter if you don't listen to it, this listen will blow Dewey's heart immediately!

The practice of Governor Bohan… in Dewey's view is almost as advanced a financial instrument as he knew in his previous life: tender!!

Immediately after entering the Governor's Palace, the official quietly sent someone in to brief him. Dewey looked in the eyes, but did not stop him, but looked casually at the charm in the Governor's Palace.

Obviously, Governor Bohan has a good habit of saving!

Seated in the highest executive branch of a province, this Governor's Palace is far less than some of the city's guard statues that Dewey walked all the way to see! There is no gorgeous costume in the yard, only the busy officers who come and go, and the soldiers standing on guard stand tall, and even if Dewey walks past them, they do not look away.

The official walked in with Dewey, and the expression on his face was embarrassing. He seemed to have slowly circled around the Governor's Palace with Dewey quietly and intentionally prolonging the time. How could Dewey not know? Nor poke him.

Finally, a man in the service of a low-ranking official came forward in a hurry and whispered a few words to this guy. The official's face grew ugly. Turning to salute Dewey, he laughed: “Lord Duke... Our Governor has just returned, just now he is talking to several leaders of the Northwest Hebrew Chamber of Commerce. Would you like to sit in the Governor's lounge first? Ah, yes! You haven't tasted our Mulan specialty, have you, Sand Honey? I'll have it sent to you. ”

Dewey hasn't drunk anything like that, but as a knowledgeable pharmacist, how could he not know about it? It is nothing more than a bee grown in a bitter dryland in the northwest, gathering nectar from local specialty plants such as cactus.

“No, I'll go directly to the Governor. Um, is he meeting with the head of the Northwest Fae business? So, just in time, I'm about to take up my duties in Dessarong Province, which is the closest place to the north-west, and it's good to meet those guys now. ”

“But...” what the official was about to say, Dewey's face had sunk and he glanced at the guy coldly. Where else did he dare say anything, coughed so hard that the guy around him quickly went to inform him, but he was bitter and swallowed up and led Dewey inside.

Walking to the innermost part of the Governor's Palace, in front of a lobby, only the gate was closed and several heavily armed guards stood in the distance. Dewey came here, several guards were about to stop him, and the accompanying officials next to him hurried up to block him.

He was overwhelmed and suddenly saw the guy he had just sent to report the letter. He also waited anxiously outside the door and had to stand still for a moment. The guy grinned at the official: “The Governor left an order before entering, and no one was allowed to bother him. I waited here for half a day, and the guard refused to let me in to inform him. ”

Dewey also ignored these people, walked inside, the two guards standing at the door looked at Dewey's charm, hesitated for a moment, or went forward to try to stop them, but Lombardon had run over, pushed one away, and coldly drank: “Out of the way! How dare you stop the Duke! ”

The Duke's name made the two guards retreat a little. After all, all over the continent, people with the title of "Duke”, but Phoenix Horn, any one pulled out, are big figures in the hands of weight, but not their own kind of small guards can be offended.

Dewey was about to push the door and suddenly heard a roar coming from inside.

“You sly Roland people think we prairie people are foolish! Tell you what, Governor, if you don't agree to our deal today, we'll bring our own men! ”

With the voice, there was also a loud noise inside, which seemed to be the sound of a weapon chopping down the table.

Dewey gave Lombardon a look, and Lombardon nodded and opened his voice and drank out loud: "Shit, it was that tribal son of a bitch who dared to sprinkle wild here! After all these years, you bastards are getting bolder! ”

After that, Lombardon lifted his leg and kicked the door over, then swaggered into it.

Dewey then followed him in and saw in the middle of the hall a handsome middle-aged man sitting behind a desk in the imperial governor's uniform with a document on his left and a long sword flat on his right.

There were also three men in the room in prairie interracial service, one of whom was extremely tall and full of face, his hair was strange, his head was shaved all around him, he left only a whip in the middle, a leather robe under his body, a leather coat, at this moment his face was full of arrogance and anger, with a snowy curved knife in his hand, and a table in front of him that had been cut into two sections.

These three meadows are full of faces, the one holding the chin waiting behind the desk, and the one holding the machete is even more full of intimidation. There was also a slight blunt splitting of the curved knife in his hand, and the brilliant light reflected on his face, adding a little bit of clarity.

And the man sitting behind the desk, naturally the legendary Governor of Bohan, faced the three barbaric heathens, but he looked calm and looked cold at the guy standing in front of himself with the machete.

Obviously, before Lombardon broke in, the two sides seemed to be talking about what had broken down, and those heterogeneous barbarities on the prairie immediately pulled out the knife to intimidate them.

But Lombardon broke in and disrupted everything. Governor Bohan, sitting behind the desk, immediately sank and drank: "Who! ”

Dewey took two steps and looked at Bohan from afar, smiling: "Lord Governor, it's not easy to meet you. I'm Dewey Rudolph. ”

Bohan's eyebrow flashed with surprise in his eyes.

And Lombardon stared at the clan carrying the knife: "Which clan are you from? ”

Looking at Lombardon, the barbaric heathen was about to go off, but stared at Lombardon up and down a few times. He looked barbaric just now and suddenly became like a ghost. His hand was loose and his knife fell on the ground. He opened his mouth and stared dead at Lombardon: “You, you, you... Moscow! Moscow is back! ”

The two heterosexuals behind him looked older, but the look on Lombardon's face was even more impressive, and one of them was even scared as if they were shaking.

Lombardon snorted coldly: "You know me! ”

The brutal man's eyes forced him to take a step back: “Lord Mosak... I am from the Byron tribe... I am...”

He wasn't finished yet. Lombardon suddenly went up and lifted his leg just one foot. He kicked it hard on this guy's stomach. Poor big guy, his foot was put down, but he didn't even seem to dare to hide. Lombardon went up and strangled him again, lifted him up and threw his hand up, and this big man was thrown directly into the yard by Lombardon.

“What were you doing earlier! Shit, I left Northwest only a few years ago, you guys forgot my rules! Light the knife here! ”

Lombardon looked cold at the two remaining guys.

One of them is no longer shaking like this, the other can barely speak, and quickly distinguishes: “Lord Mosak… I do not dare. Just, just...”

“What an ass! If you can't talk, cut off your tongue and go back and find someone who can talk!” When Lombardon glanced at him, the guy went soft, but the conversation immediately became much smoother: “No, no... Dear Lord Mossack, we are disgusted! The Governor purchases our tribal horses every year, but his price this year is unacceptable to us! 3,000 good horses, he only bids 20,000 gold coins! Our tribe's finest stallions, isn't each worth ten gold coins? ”

Lombardon grinned, “How much do you want? ”

“Four… forty thousand. ”

“Fuck off, motherfucker!” Lombardon cursed and said, “Go back and tell your chief! 10,000 gold coins! 4,000 horses! You have ten days to deliver! Without a horsehair, I'll take it myself! ”

This interracial race almost stopped crying.

10,000 gold coins? Four thousand? This is a huge deal!

But he hasn't spoken yet, Lombardon has frowned: "I'm done talking, what are you still doing here! Wait till I buy you dinner! Get out of here!”

At the end of the sentence, "Fuck off”, let these two guys be forgiven immediately. How dare you say half a word? He even promised to come down and walked away with his face in his arms.

Dewey sighed in her heart.

Shit... that's the power! Two hundred and fifty general in the northwestern part of the country, it is true that his name is not false!

(A total of 12,000 words have been added today, the usual amount of four chapters, I have been trying my best these days... Moon ticket! If I don't vote again, I'm really going to throw up blood...)

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