Law of the Devil
Chapter 610
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(Chapter 1 today ~)
Chapter 592: Old or Not Dead for Thieves
Dewey looked at herself with joy and awe, and after half a day, these guys still stared at themselves, but no one spoke. Dewey smiled and said softly: "Oh? You guys don't seem to welcome me back... why can't you just say something stupid? ”
As soon as that remark came out, those students suddenly came back to taste, hurried to shout out loud, more desperately squeezed out a joyful smile on their faces. At one time, many students on the playground made noise, warmly welcomed the return of the Dean. The scene was quite lively, but those guys were scared and frightened. They couldn't even breathe in the atmosphere. This must be respectful, like a mouse encountering a cat.
“Okay.” Dewey waved, and those compliments paused, and Dewey looked at the cadets and slowed down, “I heard you guys were throwing duck-like wilderness these days, wasn't it?... hey, good, good! Everyone is young, energetic, and needs to vent, which I understand. But I don't think you're going to ruin your studies... well, now that I'm back, I'm going to have to take a good look at your progress. Well, tonight, all the leave is cancelled, and after the training, I want you to meet me in the auditorium, and let me see if you guys are lazy while I'm away. Anyway, in the front, if the results of anyone's examination are too unspeakable, alas...”
Speaking of which, Dewey sighed softly: "I haven't seen you in days, and I don't want to punish you as soon as I see you. I hope you're not disappointing me. ”
After that, Dewey twisted his head and his sidekick immediately pushed the wheelchair away from the playground.
When Dewey left for a while, the cadets were all frowning and screaming. And more people went to Gabriel and pulled close: "Gabriel, you are the brother of the Dean, most familiar with the nature of the Dean, and this exam, what are those things? If... if you piss off the dean, no one will have a good life. ”
Gabriel grinned, “My brother was at home the other day, never mentioned anything about the college. How do I know what he's going to do with us? You ask me, I dare not ask him. And..." He was helpless: “Brothers, we've been so comfortable lately, even I, didn't carry the documents of the logistics of the previous days... Alas, my brother often said that fighting is logistics, he attaches great importance to logistics, I think he will probably also take a test in this regard... In the previous days, he was not here, we had enough fun, I'm afraid my brother also knows about the last time he lectured several military officers in the military branch...”
He didn't say it was okay, so everyone changed color.
These elite officers drawn from the armies of the empire, one who was supposed to be above the top of his eyes, but who feared Dewey into his bones, came to Dewey, one by one, as cold as a cicada, as good as a child.
“Forget it.” An officer sighed: “At least these days have been painful. Now that the Dean is back, let's take a big beating of the stick. Anyway, if the Dean wants to hit me, I am also tempted. ”
That immediately resonated, one by one, and he couldn't care less to play these cross-country game fights on the playground, but he went back to the barracks one by one and went through the books.
Dewey went back to his dean's office, first he brought a few instructors to ask about the recent events, and then he counted them in his heart, and then he called the captain of these trainees, that Arol, and asked him carefully, and he listened to the trainees who had now gone back and gone through the books, and he had to deal with his own exams, and he couldn't help but laugh. These Chiu Ba lords, it's really not that simple to manage.
In the evening, Dewey assembled all the cadets, broke discipline and made too much noise in the absence of herself in recent days, borrowed a stick pulled out of her head and slapped it.
These officers were disgusted, but they were obsessed with Dewey and feared him. I just felt that the dean, though seriously ill, in a wheelchair, seemed weak and windy, but when I turned to him, I couldn't think of any resistance in my heart.
Dewey was extremely trustworthy among these officers, and after a baton was beaten, he ran into the barracks at night and handed the batons to the trainees with injuries - called slapping and eating a sweet date. This kind of wrist, Dewey had already played very well. Instead of hating Dewey, those who had been beaten were soothed by Dewey's words of warmth, touched by tears. Instead, he blamed himself for disrespecting the teaching of the dean. He watched the dean so late, and dragged the patient to look at himself in a wheelchair. It was really shameful and regrettable in his heart. He could only wish for a few more rough marks on his back and a few deeper points to reduce his sins.
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After many days of illness, the Duke of Tulip suddenly walked out of his capital, did not say hello to the royal family, did not notify the military ministry, and ran back to the military academy to continue working. This strange move quite aroused the reflection of many emperors.
What is even stranger is that the Royal Family almost turned its back on Dewey some days ago, as if it hadn't heard of it, as if the winds of the previous days had never happened.
Even then, when Dewey returned to the Military Academy, the next day he handed over a list of requirements for all kinds of materials to the military ministry, Camisillo smiled bitterly and showed it to the Regent. As a result, the Regent took a quick sweep and threw it back to Camisillo. Instead, he looked impatient: “Didn't I tell you earlier that whatever supplies Dewey needed at the Military Academy, whether it was armaments or supplies, don't ask me. Why are you showing me this again? ”
Camisillo was also depressed, and he thought, "My lord, it was a long time ago, when you and Monarch Dewey trusted and were close. But things are different now...
He was cautious in his work, but did not want to be counted by the Regent King. He had some cavities in his heart and did not say anything. He returned to the military ministry with this list and approved it after a big swing.
When he returned home at night, Camisillo respectfully went to ask Old Chancellor Robustschel.
For the old prime minister, who is already seventy years old and eighty years old, a cold winter is the hardest season for the elderly. The old man had another illness in the winter, he had barely improved a few points recently, but the people in the palace did not say anything, but he understood very well: the old prime minister, I'm afraid, has not had many days.
The weather has warmed up in the last few days so the old man can finally get up and down, and occasionally cheer up and spin around the yard for two laps. It's just walking, but someone has to hold it next to me.
By the time Camisillo arrived, the old man had already eaten dinner, lay on a soft roll, burned on fire and was taking a nap. Camisillo woke the old man up with a stiff scalp and said his depression and doubts, hoping that the old fox, who had been soaking in politics for the rest of his life, would show himself a little confusion.
The old prime minister's eyes were a little cloudy, those eyes half-witched, after listening to Camisillo, the old man's throat rigged, gasped a few times, his mouth sputtered out, this just passed the breath, long sigh, prolonged the sound, low voice: “You... although you are a smart man, sometimes you want to show too much wisdom... alas, unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to live long, I don't have much chance to order you in the future. This thing... You're wrong, you're wrong, you're not confused. ”
“Playing dumb?” Camisillo has some doubts.
The old prime minister smiled, the cloudy old eyes revealed a glimmer, just a flash passed away, a smile: “You don't understand, in this official field, the sooner the person who wants to reveal his wits dies. It's the best way to protect yourself! Hmm, don't think it's easy to be confused, it's not something you can learn in three or two days. ”
Speaking of which, the old man stood up hard, barely sat up straight, staring at Camisillo, slowly said: "I asked you, when the Regent said to you that in the future no matter what the demands of the Military Academy were met, did you say that? ”
“Yes.” Camisillo nodded, but then frowned again: “But things were different now, at that time, King Duwei and Regent had not turned their faces...”
“Stupid!” the old prime minister stretched out a finger and stabbed it hard on Camisillo's forehead, coldly: “Is it now that Duwei and the Regent have turned their faces? How do you know that? How can you be sure? You're the smart one? You see? Everyone else is an idiot? ”
Camisillo is speechless.
“It's confusing.” The old Chancellor smiled slightly and laughed profoundly: “When the Regent had said that, you just did it! What does Dewey want? Here! Even if you are wrong, pursue it, you did it anyway by order of the King Regent, no one can say you are wrong! You want to be smart and ask for credit in front of the Regent? Hmm... you know, what's the least favorite thing about emperors? ”
“What do you dislike the least?” Camisillo asked nicely.
The old Chancellor took a deep breath, looked heavily at Camisillo's eyes: “I least like it... the prince speculates on the king's mind! Huh, the emperor's mind, can't allow his subjects to mock it? If the emperor's mind is speculated by your princes, then what mystery does the emperor have? What else is majestic? ”
Camisillo stopped talking and his face changed and thought carefully about the words of the old prime minister.
“Listen carefully, I told you already. As military secretary now, you are going to clear your relationship with Dewey… I am not putting you in a hostile relationship with the Tulip family! What do you mean, clear? Neither enemies nor friends! This is the real Qing! Business! Do what you have to do! Everything is done according to the rules of the military, no one can say you are wrong, regardless of the outcome! Don't constantly speculate on the Regent's thoughts. You don't have enough fire right now. Just act honestly and follow the rules, obey honestly, give you what you want, work hard to do what you want, don't want! Something you shouldn't have asked, but ask! ”
After all this, the old Chancellor leaned back down and sighed a long time: “What exactly does the Regent think of Dewey now, nobody knows, how much of the Emperor's fortune is speculating, but nobody can guess. At this time, you foolishly went to the Regent with that thing? Want to find out exactly what King of Life is like to Dewey? ”
“I... didn't.” Camisillo smiles bitterly: “I just think...”
“Nothing ‘feels'! You shouldn't have thought about this! None of your business! When you do this, I understand your thoughts. You are thinking for the good of the Regent, trying to get things done, trying to show your loyalty to him. But in his view, it would be doubtful that you would take this and test his attitude towards Dewey. Do you understand? ”
Camisillo contemplated for a moment and nodded, then stood up and said goodbye to the gift.
But he walked two steps before reaching the door and suddenly stopped, turning around and staring at the old prime minister. At this moment, in Camisillo's divine colour, there was a hidden struggle, but his face finally changed, his face sinking like water, his long breath of vomit, his teeth biting: “I still have an important question in my heart, I can only ask you to think about it. ”
“… go ahead.” The old Chancellor sighed.
Camisillo came back, but did not sit down, but suddenly knelt down on one knee, kneeling before the old Chancellor, this young Minister of Military Affairs of the Empire, with a heavy face, bit his teeth: “What I want to ask is... in the future, if... I mean if! If the Duke of Tulips and the Royal Family had the opposite purpose, how would I do so? ”
The old master shook his body, looked up and stared at Camisillo for a while. The old man's face showed a little tiredness. He pondered for a moment and lowered his voice: “I'm afraid I won't see that day. However, with this trend, what you say may or may not happen. ”
After a pause, the old Chancellor flashed his eyes: "If the Regent is here, then you don't have to hesitate a bit, naturally you are on the Regent's side. ”
Camisillo suddenly lowered his head and looked at the old prime minister, but asked stunnedly: "What if the Regent is gone? ”
When the old Chancellor heard it, he suddenly shook his hand, and the crutches he was holding in his hands, banging, fell to the ground.
The old man shook his body and stood up slightly. He started it all over his head. His face was like a wind-dried orange skin. The wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were dense and numb, but it seemed to have jumped a few times.
His eyes instantly became sharp, staring coldly at Camisillo in front of him like a lion.
“How did you know! ”
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