Chapter 27 Chaos

When Ashurufate and Akin were discussing future money-making transactions, many people were discussing in many corners of the Eagle City. This is very normal because for most humans in this world, they are used to asking people to discuss and listen to other people's opinions before any important decisions. The only difference is that people with firm will only refer to other people's opinions, while people with weak will listen to other people's opinions.

"What the hell is Byron doing!" Rafa, Groone's general, asked in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself.

This is his mansion, or a safe place in his mansion. Several of his subordinates, at least politically close allies, gathered here. On the surface, it seems that this is just a private party held by several ministers and nobles, but anyone who knows the current situation in Hawk City knows that they are definitely not that simple together.

"It's totally, I can't understand!" said another person.

"I originally thought he would persevere to the end, but I didn't expect that the fiscal budget we proposed would be slightly changed and passed... It was like a pie rain falling from the sky!"

"No, it's impossible. I don't believe that the cunning guy suddenly turned into a little white rabbit without any injuries! He must be doing something, or planning to do something!" someone said. "General, I'm worried that this is just a cover!"

"Prove? What kind of profile is worth his price?"

"It's very simple. I plan to catch us all in one go! If it's him who intends to paralyze us... and then mobilize troops and directly use force to push us..."

"No, no matter how stupid he is, he will not do this. What troops does he have in the city? On the one hand, he has enough power to destroy us in one fell swoop, and on the other hand, he can hide it from us to discover it? If this is possible, it is that he has mastered the Guards!"

General Rafa looked around, and everyone shook his head, indicating that this was impossible.

"So if Byron intends to describe the force, what power can he rely on?"

"In the city of Hawks," replied one of his subordinates. "He has no power in full control except his private guard. General, you know, in the palace, the Imperial Guard has three squadrons..."

"I know, three squadrons, one squadron obeys me, one squadron under Byron's control, the captain of the last squadron is a cousin of the chief Scadra. This part of the force can be ignored... Even if Byron wants to use this force, one hundred people can't make any trouble. But in the city, there are security guards responsible for security... the total number is about 3,000... Most of this force currently obeys Byron's dispatch..."

"Ah, General, they are not regular troops, after all, they are just guards. And we have successfully won some people in this army. If Byron wants to use them to do something, we will definitely know and prepare in advance. Byron himself knows this, so..."

"You are right, at least in the short term, don't worry about this... As for the Guards, even my hand can't be inserted, let alone Byron. General Paul... is a person who is completely loyal to the royal family, and his alliance with the court chief Scadra... Anyway, the Guards will never be used by Duke Byron. As long as he is not dead, that's the case."

When he said the word "not dead", Rafa showed a chilling sneer. But this was only a moment, and he immediately gathered his mind. This matter can be said later. The biggest trouble at the moment is Byron.

"So, why did Byron do this? In this way... it means... he has completely lost any ability to move. If he has no money, he can't do anything!"

Everyone was silent. Things were really strange, because what happened now seemed to mean that Byron was compromising and giving in. No, this could no longer be described as "compromising". It would be more appropriate to simply "surrender". Because all the government's income was used up, he had no spare money to make any conspiracy.

"Did he get a lot of money from some source?" Some people doubted. "Or was he hiding a lot of income? Or, borrowing?"

"Ah, it's impossible to borrow money. Two years ago, he had already borrowed all the money he could borrow. Now, even if he borrowed money, it was only a very small amount, and it had nothing to do with the overall situation. As for... finance... Although the Secretary of Finance is from Byron, we also have corresponding eyeliners there. Fiscal income involves a lot of threads, and it all touches the whole body. Byron should not have this ability... But even if he has this ability, he would not be so eye-catching!"

Rafa pondered for a moment. "It is true. If he really hides a large amount of income, he will argue with us on the issue of fiscal distribution to distract us and hide his secrets. He did this in a very explicit statement, saying that he was selfless... reassuring me... but why is this?"

The general was silent for a while, but he could not understand the puzzle behind this.

"General, maybe... Duke Byron is deliberately trying to win allies with this posture. For example, the old man is loyal to the little queen. He may be confused by Duke Byron's intentional disguise. But no matter what, the numbers will not be faked. Our Duke will definitely not do anything within this year because he has no money to do anything at all. In other words, he has no threats for a year!"

"That's right..." General Rafa nodded. "He deliberately pretended to show others, or wanted to confuse me, in short, he would not be able to take any action within at least a year..."

...

"That old guy Rafa must be guessing nonsense now... Haha, he can't guess anything, he will definitely be so depressed that he vomits blood... Haha..."

In another place in the Eagle City, or to be more specific, in a small conference room in the palace, Duke Byron was laughing. It must be noted here that although both Byron and Rafa were already in an old manner, their age was actually quite different. The duke looked in his sixties, but his real age was much younger. On the contrary, General Rafa was the kind of old man who "does not look old". His real age was nearly seventy.

There are many differences between people. Some people look older by nature, while others look much younger than they are. However, Rafa’s “not looking old” is completely reflected in his face. At least, aging leaves deep marks on his body. General Rafa’s health is not very good—it is no secret. On the contrary, Duke Byron’s face looks old, but in fact he is very strong. According to a common saying by doctors: living for twenty years is not a problem.

"Hmph, in this way, he will no longer be able to stay in Eagle City." Byron said happily.

"Yes, he has a lot of things on the northeastern border... This time he has been away from the army for a long time, so he must be eager to go back, rectify and deal with some military chores..." A subordinate immediately beat a snake and followed the stick, taking the opportunity to flatter. "He must not guess what our real purpose is!"

"But..." To be honest, there are both flatterers and fools who don't know the current affairs in this world. At least next to Duke Byron, both seem to have. Another subordinate spoke. "Duke, is this really good? After all, this matter..."

"What are you afraid of! As long as the overall situation is decided here..." Duke Byron replied. "So what if I lose money? What can that person do to me? Anyway, it's a thousand miles apart."

If a third party is present, it will be clear that although the content of Duke Byron's last sentence is tough, he looks a little lacking in confidence.

"By the way, Nighthawk, how is that thing?" Duke Byron turned his head to a subordinate. This was a pretty young man, tall, thin and well-proportioned, wearing a light gray coat and a cloak. He had a pale face that was out of place with his age, which made people feel dangerous. His high nose bridge and thin lips made him always look sneered - although in fact, he might not be smiling at all.

If one person put him and Duke Byron together and looked at it carefully, it would be easy to find that the faces of the two of them were at least five points similar.

"It's almost done." Nighthawk replied, smiling—at least as if he was smiling—. "Duke," he obviously emphasized his tone as he spitted out the four words. "In fact, I've brought it here...it took me a lot of money and a lot of time."

While talking, he reached into the bag and took out an envelope. The envelope looked a bit thick, and there should be three sheets of paper inside, or even a little more.

"To ensure accuracy, I need to proofread it a little bit." Nighthawk said. "After all, it's important to be a big deal. If you miss one, it doesn't matter. If you miss one, it's a problem. For this, I spent a lot of extra time."

Byron nodded and reached out to Nighthawk to grab the letter. "How much did it cost?" As he held the letter in his hand, he asked casually.

"One hundred thousand gold Oli." Nighthawk replied.

One hundred thousand! The number is quite big. Byron weighed the envelope with his hand and imagined the feeling of holding 100,000 gold coins in his hand. But this is nothing. This letter is so important. He is eager to get it even if he spends three times the price.

"I need some money tomorrow," Byron said. "I guess it will take three or five days before Rafa left. I don't want to waste even a little time. Just one hundred thousand Jin Oli." He said in a very casual tone.

Nighthawk lowered his head and bowed. Only when his head was lowered to the lowest point, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, you can leave now," Byron said.

"Duke!" Nighthawk said this title clearly in a respectful tone, "I need some...weapons and equipment now."

"What kind of weapon?"

"I need a musket or a heavy crossbow. That kind of easy to operate, but no one can withstand a single blow weapon. If you can, it's better to have a crossbow, after all, the musket sounds very loud."

"I'll write you a note later, you can go to the military warehouse to collect a hundred crossbows." Duke Byron replied.

Nighthawk bowed again and left. No one stopped him here, so he quickly walked out of the gate of the Duke's mansion. He stood not far from the door, looking back at the large building with a complicated expression.

"Oh, isn't this a little bastard?" A sound of air flowing sounded. Nighthawk turned his head and saw a gorgeously dressed young man with several followers beside him. The young man was holding a high-end cigarette in his mouth and looked at him disdainfully.

Nighthawk did not answer. He just glared at the other party and then quickly left. The mansions in the noble district were all large and surrounded by walls, which formed natural alleys between each other. So Nighthawk's figure quickly disappeared.

"Wu!" The slut spat on the ground. "Next time, you should teach him what kind of politeness is! Let's go!"
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