Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Benjamin was drunk, and he was very frustrated.

His boss, Senator Sanger, went to the sea every day and completely ignored him.

Occasionally, he saw the domineering soldiers of the Northern Principality on the street, and he had to avoid them.

Even when drinking, the quality of the white women accompanying him had declined.

But now these white women seemed to be more enthusiastic, not just because of the gold coins in his pocket.

After taking a big sip of wine, the dizzy feeling made Benjamin feel much more comfortable.

Just then, a soft arm stretched under his waist, and a white woman came to his ear and whispered: "Mr. Benjamin, can you tell me about your hometown?"

"My hometown...it's a good place." Benjamin drank too much and started to recall immediately.

In his memory, his childhood was happy and beautiful.

Later, his hometown changed a lot, but he lost everything beautiful.

"Derrick is extremely cruel and the people hate him to the core. If it weren't for him... I would be a noble lord now."

Benjamin was really drunk, and because he was in a foreign country, he didn't have so many concerns.

I don't know when, the white women in the house have been replaced with a batch of high-quality ones.

A distinguished guest will come to the private room and listen to Benjamin's resentment.

Benjamin took another sip, looked at the white woman beside him with drunken eyes, and muttered: "Why... changed people? Wine."

The guest handed over the wine glass and whispered: "Mr. Benjamin has a good drinking capacity. I have long been famous. Can we have a drink together?"

"As long as there is wine, come."

"Okay, I am very interested in Mr. Benjamin's idea. We may be able to cooperate."

"Cooperation is good. Sanger, that bastard, only knows how to flatter the family of Little Jeffreys. I was also a nobleman in the past, why didn't I flatter me?"

"Yes, drink."

...

Sanger didn't know that his home was stolen at all. These days he neglected to pay attention to his subordinates' industries.

Anyway, everything went according to plan, and Benjamin's ability was not bad. Except for his love of wine and whoring, he had no shortcomings.

As for wine and sex, can this be considered a shortcoming?

At this time, isn't he accompanying Big Brother to enjoy himself?

"Congressman Joey and Duke Harrington have been fighting fiercely recently. I heard that in order to get close to Duke Harrington, Congressman Joey arrested hundreds of people and tortured them, and finally got a confession.

But Duke Harrington is not a pushover. He snatched the people away and now has another version of the confession."

Sanger repeated the news he had heard, which was really exciting.

Ordinary people could not imagine that the struggle between the two nobles was so plain and unpretentious.

In the imagined political struggle, there is no sword and shadow, but only verbal confrontation, and the victory is decided thousands of miles away.

In the real political struggle, torture and frame-up are used to the extreme.

Earl Jeffreys had expected this.

He held his waist and stood by the window to blow the wind.

"It looks like it's over. These two guys can't do anything to each other, so they can only choose a scapegoat."

"No way?" Sanger was still inexperienced and asked in confusion: "I think they want to kill each other, how can they stop fighting and make peace?"

"Because the subordinates don't allow them to fight!" Earl Jeffreys felt a severe pain in his waist, turned around and shook a few times, and said: "The fight is too fierce, the economy is hit and everyone is uncomfortable.

And the subordinates are the ones who suffer, and the involvement is getting wider and wider, and it is inevitable that everyone is in danger.

So, they must shake hands and make peace.

Sanger, I will leave after they come to a conclusion."

When Sanger heard this, he felt a little panic.

How at ease you are when you hold the thigh, how panic you will feel when the thigh leaves.

He himself knows how much people hate his behavior.

When the thigh leaves, won't others join forces to exclude him to death?

He didn't know that some people have already started.

What Earl Jeffreys can see, the parties involved will only feel more clearly.

"Brother, why don't you stay a few more days? I will find you a group of beauties, blondes, redheads, and there are many beauties from other countries that you haven't played with."

Earl Jeffreys was immediately tempted, but he felt a faint pain in his waist, which made him harden his heart: "I'll go first, and you can send the people to me when they arrive."

That's right, waist pain can be cured, but how can you not play with beauties.

Sanger was speechless. This is like throwing meat buns at dogs.

Fortunately, Earl Jeffreys had a bottom line. He comforted Sanger and said, "I will leave a group of people here. As long as you are honest, nothing will happen. At worst, you can go to my territory and I will guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and honor."

It's easy to find people who flatter, but there are not many who are as considerate as Sanger.

To be honest, the two really have a little real affection.

Sanger is unusual. He has wanted to become a citizen of the Northern Principality for a long time.

But after thinking about it, he still shook his head: "Brother, I will first set up some industries on your side, I still can't give up this side."

It's not that he doesn't want to make money, but he knows that everything he has is in the Lionheart Kingdom.

If he really gives up, this will be the end of his life.

Being a rich and idle person, you can only live by flattering others.

Earl Jeffreys admired his choice: "A man should have a career, otherwise you can only be an idle person here.

Work hard, and the future is promising. His Excellency the Duke is not picky about talents. If you make great contributions, you may be able to get a title in the Principality."

This point can be guaranteed by Earl Jeffreys.

The Duke of our family is a tough guy who often breaks the rules. It is not a problem to accept a white man.

The premise is that you have to show enough value.

Sanger was encouraged and was indeed full of motivation.

His life goal has also changed. He will first get a title of the Northern Principality.

While the two were talking, Councillor White and Duke Harrington also reached a consensus.

The losses of the two people's fight were too great. Not only a group of capable subordinates were used as sacrifices, but also various industries were greatly damaged.

The most important thing is that the colonial market has been seriously affected. Businessmen of all sizes can't stand it. If the market cannot be stabilized, it will inevitably cause businessmen to flee.

If the colony is really ruined, what's the point of the two people fighting for so long?

For politicians, everything can be compromised.

So the two stopped tacitly, unified their caliber, and directly arrested several neutral members of the fence-sitting faction that night.

The person who takes the blame must also have a sufficient identity, and it just happens that the member of the local parliament is just right.

With the ability and motive, it can be justified.

So the confession was changed overnight, and the eyewitnesses on both sides changed their statements unanimously.

The dead man got up overnight and pressed his fingerprints to prove that what he said was true.

The next day, the two came to the warship with evidence.