Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

"First, the identities of the guys who assassinated me are easy to check, right? Help me to kill them."

Congressman White looked a little strange, but he nodded in agreement. He had seen more brutal people than this one.

"I want a piece of land to build the Governor's Overseas Office. In the future, all our people here will be under the jurisdiction of our Overseas Office, and the laws will be decided by the Overseas Office."

This power is very sensitive, but it is nothing to politicians.

Congressman White just struggled for a while: "We will supervise you to implement the decision."

Earl Jeffreys looked at him without saying anything, and the latter finally compromised.

"Third, the customs trade tax rate must be agreed with our country, and it is not allowed to increase or decrease privately."

"No!!!"

Congressman White reacted violently. It is okay for you to kill a few civilians, step on your own face, or even sell out your country.

But asking him to pay from his pocket is not okay.

Congressman White is not a bumpkin. He deeply understands the impact of customs tariffs.

It can be said that it is true that the circulation of goods is affected. Manipulating tax rates can make the clouds and rain turn over the hands.

Ordinary merchants will be easily controlled by them, otherwise they only need to temporarily adjust the tax rate to make people bankrupt.

The Earl did not care, stretched out his hand to take the cigar that no one ordered, and said bluntly: "I am not discussing with you, nor threatening you.

See the warship under your feet? This is only a second-rate warship in our country.

What we can't get at the negotiation table, we can take it down with warship artillery.

But... it won't be you who negotiates with me at that time."

There is no fairness between countries, only the size of a fist.

If the fist is not hard enough, would Senator White come to discuss how to deal with the assassination?

The two sides exchanged and saw that even if you were a prince who was assassinated in the Northern Principality, at most you would hand over a few murderers.

If you don't accept it, come and fight me.

Senator White was short of breath. This is a naked threat.

Unfortunately, it is useless to know that it is a threat.

This is originally a bullying based on strength.

Finally, Senator White compromised.

"No problem, do you have any other requests?"

Seeing his gritting teeth, Earl Jeffreys did not continue to stimulate him.

"Send me some more fresh goods!"

The Earl was tired of playing and wanted to get a batch of fresh goods.

Senator White was numb to this.

Now he regretted it very much. The end of driving a tiger to eat a wolf was worse than he imagined.

He couldn't even deal with a pack of wolves, let alone a man-eating tiger.

The two left with different moods. What awaited them next was definitely not an easy task.

After Senator White got off the ship, all his anger was vented on the assassin.

If he couldn't get the Northern Principality, couldn't he control a few small people?

The person died, but the account was not settled.

When a regime goes all out, there are too few secrets that can be concealed.

From the path of several people, trace all the way.

There are always people who know them. For Senator White, digging out the mastermind is not the most important thing, but finding a way to vent his anger is very important.

"Sir, we have found their identities. They are wanderers from the local area."

"From the local area?" Senator White's face was grim: "From the local area is good. There must be family and friends from the local area. Go and catch them all, kill the men, and select the women to send to the earl."

Once the bottom line is broken, it will be infinitely lowered.

Senator White has no psychological burden at all, and his methods are ruthless.

Since he has chosen this path, he will go on.

And he himself has no choice. If he is not a traitor, he can only be eaten up by the upper nobles.

So the common people may scold him and think that he is not smart enough to sell out his country.

But the pain is only known by himself.

At most, he can go to the Northern Principality and rely on this favor. If he is a little low-key, he can at least become a rich man.

"Aren't those assassins from the mainland? Find some clues and get close to our Duke Harrington." Congressman White thought of another idea in a blink of an eye.

He has already taken the blame, so he can't take it for nothing. Let's use this tiger skin to do something.

If we can take the opportunity to expel all the local forces, it will be a good thing.

Congressman White gave an order, and his men went out one after another.

Although he has no power in the mainland, he can still catch a few civilians one by one, but it just takes time.

On the contrary, it is too easy to find a few witnesses in the colony.

Didn't Duke Harrington occupy many industries?

As long as the witnesses saw the five assassins coming in and out, they could rush in and arrest them.

Whether there is evidence or not, the dirty water has been thrown.

What's more, Duke Harrington himself doesn't know whether it is true or false.

The source of these industries is nothing more than robbery, and it is really hard to say in detail.

So when Duke Harrington learned that Congressman White had arrested him, he immediately understood the other party's intention.

"This mad dog has started to bite people randomly."

Duke Harrington would not sit still and wait for death. He also controlled a lot of troops and started to arrest people on the streets.

Throwing dirty water, right? This trick is not exclusive to anyone.

You said that assassins entered my property, so I can also find a few witnesses to bite you back.

Witnesses are too easy to find.

The whole colony was in chaos, which seriously affected the economy.

But neither side could just sit there and watch the other side frame up, they could only grit their teeth and stand firm.

The only one who stayed out of the matter was probably Sanger.

Because of his special relationship with Earl Jeffreys, no one was looking for trouble.

The benefits of standing on the same side had already been paid, and Sanger was both happy and worried.

After such a commotion, he was afraid that neither side would be happy.

On the surface, both sides respected him, but after Earl Jeffreys left, there would definitely be a lot of things that would trip him up secretly.

He also determined to bind himself to the Northern Principality. Anyway, the Lionheart Kingdom was about to fall into the second-rate ranks, so he might as well find someone else to hold on to.

No matter how lively the outside world was these days, Sanger ran to the warship without hesitation.

Not only did people go there, but all kinds of food, drinks, beauties and treasures were continuously delivered to Earl Jeffreys.

The Earl's original investment was all recovered, and there was even some profit.

Because of someone's behavior, there was a shortage of beautiful white women in the colony for a while.

Benjamin has been having trouble drinking recently. As a traitor, the feeling of joining the National Army in 1949 is so sour.

Since he left the Southern Continent, the Northern Principality has been like taking hormones and directly unified the continent.

Benjamin thought, I am living happily abroad, with money, power, and beauties, and I am free and unrestrained.

Who knew that the Northern Principality would catch up again and now become the emperor.

This feeling, how can I describe it with just one word sour.