The sin of wearing a crown

A shabby and down-and-out painter who had never produced any good works in his life, he was lucky enough to be able to enter a place where upper-class people gathered, and suddenly became a blockbuster and created unprecedented gorgeous paintings that made people feel The style that comes from a master's level of painting.

What a grace this is!

How beautiful again, the sublimation of the moon and sixpence. No one who hears this story will not be genuinely happy for the artist.

This is a good story.

Of course, it's just a good one, far from being something that can be regarded as a classic and remembered forever. What can make people remember it? It is probably about carving a knife that destroys the beauty of a perfectly carved statue of a god. Only in this way can people be amazed and choked. Only in this way can this story be called a classic and more enjoyable to talk about.

When Linn got on his horse again, he immediately went to find the town's sheriff. In such a rural town, the status and power of the sheriff were actually greater than his status.

The Sheriff knew from one look that he was living a good life.

Albion's Sheriff's uniform was obviously one size too small for him. Whether it was his fat head, his paunchy belly, or his thick calves that seriously doubted whether he could still run, Linn was stunned. There is sufficient suspicion about the whereabouts of the people of Beifeng Town.

Lynn is not here to block shots and check discipline, he is here to ask for help.

In the name of the official law enforcer of [Steam City].

"Of course, Woden, oh~ good luck Woden, famous Woden, what you are looking for is that bitch... ahem, is it Mr. Painter, Mr. Moriarty, I will be happy to help you service.”

"Say your damn but." Linn glanced briefly and read the fat Sheriff's true thoughts from the twitching and troubled expression on his face.

"But...ahem, as you can see, I'm just a sheriff, and there are a lot of big shots these days. It's very unfortunate that the person you want to arrest was invited by several celebrities." The fat Sheriff obviously didn't want to take it. His own future is at stake. If he enforces the law roughly, he, a rural police officer, will not be able to live with what anyone says afterwards.

unless……

If there is an important person who is willing to take a stand, then he can only work under oppression in the eyes of outsiders.

"..."

It took Lin En about half a second to understand the little idea of ​​low-level civil servants not being offended. When he looked at the fat man, he neither looked down upon nor felt disgusted, but just sighed at the wisdom of the people at the bottom. There are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Sometimes countermeasures can often be eye-opening.

Just when he was about to speak, a thin, dark man who happened to be passing by the place where the Sheriff was drinking tea heard part of the conversation, like a clear spring in the summer.

Xinchazan.

As soon as the chief, or diplomatic ambassador, of the Mesolon region saw Lin En, he immediately smiled and decided to provide Lin En with some small help for the future of his motherland.

He was not wearing a folk-style white robe today, but a standard gentleman's striped shirt and suit jacket. His thin, brown face was filled with a warm smile. The presence of Sintsazan as a diplomat, coupled with the resource exports of the Mesolon region, gave him the status he had earned.

"Mr. Lin En, do you mind if I provide a little help?" Xin Chazan's expression was a little humble, a bit like the kind of person who has to kneel down to give money to others.

The young gentleman's eyes moved for a moment and he nodded.

With the guarantee of Xin Chazan, an indigenous leader who has some weight and is involved in the stable output of resources such as oil and rare minerals, plus Lin En's handsome but extremely cold law enforcement expression at the moment, the fat Sheriff can't talk nonsense. Without saying a word, he put the slanted helmet on his head upright and called on his men not far away to come over and start working.

From the eyes of those at the bottom, those who are young, those who think they are capable, and those who are eager to try, everyone can feel the heat that is enough to turn cold water into hot water.

Apparently, the deeds of a certain law enforcer, Antoine, have spread. He helped the son of the Labor Party. It is obvious to the naked eye that he will be promoted and make a fortune in the future, and will be transferred elsewhere!

Get promoted and make a fortune.

No matter in any workplace, this is a major concern for everyone. As long as someone succeeds, someone will try to replicate it. Moreover, I will take the initiative to ignore all the difficulties in re-engraving, thinking that I should be able to do it.

In this regard, the Fat Sheriff’s attitude is.

"laugh!"

The sound coming from his fat, oily nose represented his disdain for the diligent and thoughtful efforts of his men. How could such a good pie be dropped to them? Antoine was the lucky guy. He gained the friendship of the big shots, but that incident obviously also made him hate some big shots.

Transfer away, transfer away, ha!

If you have the life to take the credit, you may not have the life to spend it. It is better to stop dreaming about currying favor with big shots, and like Antoine, wait until the opportunity arises before seizing the opportunity to help. Obviously, the current scene has nothing to do with the so-called opportunity. Mr. Linn from [Steam City], the spokesperson of the Russell family, for him, this matter is as simple as blowing a breath. His eyes were as steady as his revolver.

In the eyes of urban gentlemen of this level, in the eyes of those entrepreneurs, they are not as useful to flattering as the rural aristocrats. There are only two kinds of people in their eyes, valuable and worthless.

The fat law enforcement officer, who is extraordinarily sober in the world, feels that he is extremely lucky not to be taken to a place like a factory by a city gentleman with a smile, where he will vomit blood and wait to die after working for three years. In contrast, a country gentleman would at most come visit you with a whip and a wooden frame, which is considered extremely merciful.

Flattery?

"Chi~~"

The nasal sound that came out again expressed a sour, self-aware lament.

Linn didn't have the energy to pay attention to the envy of a certain law enforcement officer who couldn't eat the grapes. He was currently in a subtle emotion, which made him look uncomfortable with everyone, including those who followed him. There was a chief from the Mesolon region next to me.

"Mr. Xinchazan, I remember that you seemed to have introduced Woden to Mr. Raphael's salon banquet, right?"

"Yes." Xinchazan did not deny it. Even a blind man could feel that it was definitely not a good thing for Linn to find Woden at this moment.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

If Bill saw Linn's expression at this time, he would feel that it was very similar to the sharp and calm expression when he first participated in the interrogation record, not letting go of any possibility that fell into his eyes.