Release that Witch

In addition to the fire of the fireplace, there is a redwood lamp holder at the baroque table. The top of the table is divided into four branches, the branches in the middle are the highest, and the other three are surrounded by triangles. There is a candle burning on each branch, and the quiet light is like a winding mountain.

The room is filled with the smell of pine oil, like a sweet and moist scent of wood, making people sleepy. But in Bianbu Town, he couldn't ask for more. Exquisite and elegant had nothing to do with this poor place. It was a good room to shelter from the wind and rain, not to mention that he now has a large group of houses.

His office is located in a large courtyard not far from the castle, and is also the seat of the city hall built by the former lord. Of course, when he left, the lord took away all the personnel, and now it has become the site of the assistant minister.

The rustling sounds that sounded from time to time in the house and the cold winds that roared outside the window formed two different worlds. In front of a wooden table full of books and old scrolls, Barov is writing a book. He also has a long log table on both sides of the tree, which is usually used by no one, and is only used to place manuscripts. When necessary, he will call a disciple, lie at the low table, organize materials for himself or write a draft of the instrument.

The candles on the lamp holder have been changed three times, and in addition to getting up and replacing them, Barov has not stopped the pen in his hand for a moment. Time is extremely valuable to him. There is still a stack of instruments on hand waiting for him to handle, and the financial expenses proposed by His Royal Highness also need to be carefully reviewed.

Now Barov works on average five hours a day, but he doesn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he can let go of his work here, and he has a lot of energy in his body. This is the taste of rights. He thinks that he doesn't have to follow the mentor's buttocks. All the apprentices are obeying themselves. No one dares to drag their legs or squat. As long as the order of His Royal Highness is completed, the specific governance process can be grasped by oneself.

If the prince's order was more normal, it would be perfect, and Barov snorted slightly with regret. For example, this is an instrument with Roland's personal seal, which says that it is required to send personnel to Liu Yezhen to recruit managers and buy a double-decked sailboat. The second article also specifically notes that the captain, the helmsman and the sailor may not be needed in consideration of the price.

He laughed and laughed after reading it. Without these people, who will drive you back? Let them go back after buying? Moreover, what is the ship used to do? This is the most crucial point. The trade between Bianbu Town and Liuye Town is very stable. Even if the trade of ore is to be expanded after the end of winter, it is only necessary to inform the side to increase the number of ships. It is not cost-effective to buy a ship by yourself, not to mention that the town pier can only be used for docking, there is no dock maintenance, and there is no sailor to take care of it. It will not be long before it will be abandoned. Probably the whimsy of His Royal Highness has happened again?

As for the first article, he can understand.

At present, the City Hall is not free from top to bottom. The more than 10 people brought by Barov are responsible for supervising trade and commerce, doing statistical reports and revenue and expenditure settlement. I have taken administrative and legal work myself – which is obviously unreasonable. If His Royal Highness wants to separate these departments, it is necessary to expand the employment of the City Hall. For very normal reasons, the assistant minister did not want to let go so soon. The satisfaction of giving all the rights to one person is too fulfilling. He thinks that even his own teacher, the kingdom finance minister, is only responsible for the money bag of the gray fort, and he is the hand of the king.

Keke, okay, only effective in Bianbu Town, he added in his heart. Although His Royal Highness Roland has promised so much, there is still a long way to go to get to the throne. Barov found that he did not know when he had reintegrated the four princes into the ranks of the king contenders. In the past, he wouldn’t think that this dude, who is a bad character and who doesn’t learn anything, can be crowned as king.

Since I came to Bianbu Town, my surprise has not been broken. So far, Bianque Town is still under the guard of the militia, standing in the west, and it seems to be able to persist for a long time. This is worthy of praise. In addition, I don't mention the rare things that he drums, even the grasp of the human heart, it is not like the four princes in the gray castle, it is like a devil who knows everything.

At this moment, the door knocked loudly outside the door, and Barov reluctantly stopped the action at hand, raising his voice, "come in."

Pushing the door inside is one of his proud disciples, "The pen" Yarrow.

"Teacher, another "mouse" was caught. ”

"Hey? Asked something?"

"He said that it was sent by the second prince. He found the packaged cement powder, and some coins and a letter." Yarrow stepped forward and handed Barov a cow-wrapped envelope. "Others." The information is still being interrogated. The teacher, dealing with him..."

"As before, after the question, all the information is compiled into a book. Then confessed to guilty, hanged." Barov said lightly.

"Yes," Yarrow bent over and said, "The disciples have retired."

The door was closed again, and Barov did not immediately continue to work. Instead, he returned to the table and opened the letter with a letter opener to remove the letter.

The fourth one... he thought.

Roland Wimbledon called him to discuss this issue long before the demon moon.

His Royal Highness Prince believes that when cement, new snow powder and witches are disclosed one by one, the eyeliner buried by the brothers and sisters will certainly be unable to withstand the hidden lurking, which is the best time to remove the mouse. Barov agreed with the prince's first half of the sentence, but did not agree with the latter part. In his opinion, it is impossible for everyone to be in the position of more than 2,000 people in Bianbu Town. They don't have this manpower, and they don't have time to guard against these stealing chickens and dogs.

As a result, His Royal Highness said with no intention, "How could anyone be there? Everyone in the town is the eye of our people."

At that time, Barov only thought that the other party was completely whimsical, let these ignorant and dull civilians monitor the possible mice. This is impossible to do!

The truth is that I am wrong.

When the first census was conducted after the winter, Roland specifically explained that it was necessary to explain to all the aborigines who had stayed here for more than five years: Although the conspiracy of the long-song fortress burning food was bankrupt, it still did not give up, and had sent the enemy to lurk. Beside everyone. Most of them pretend to be relatives of the townspeople or businessmen who have no time to evacuate, and are always looking for opportunities to harm everyone. If anyone sees any suspicious person, report it to the City Hall immediately. Once verified, you will receive a reward of twenty-six silver wolves.

The result is surprisingly effective.

Although some false positives were received, it was not long before the first mouse was arrested.

Barov remembered that Roland had smugly said something that sounded different.

What is it? He thought about it, yes... "Let the enemy fall into the ocean of the people's war."

It was a weird word formation and syntax. The assistant minister shook his head and spread out the stationery in his hand.

The guy, known as the "groundhog", repeatedly stressed in the letter that various phenomena indicate that the four princes Roland Wimbledon has been replaced by the devil, and Barov can even read his fear through the lines. Reminiscent of the use of the prince's heart to the people, the assistant to the minister could not help but have a sense of identity. He took a deep breath and moved the letter paper to the candlelight. Soon the paper roll was swallowed up by the flame and turned into fly ash.

Even so, it is a demon who is not afraid of the stone of punishment and can give him rights, isn't it?