Vitor slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the bed, and the surrounding environment was familiar to him. He should be lying in the room of the Governor's Palace now.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Vitor rubbed his eyes. His long soft red hair became a little fluffy due to the long period of sleepiness, but this did not affect his overall image.
"Magician..." Vitor couldn't help but have a headache as he recalled the patterns and patterns on the potion bottle.
"Is that really just a dream?"
Vitor shook his head. Rather than verifying whether a past dream was illusory or not, solving Norton's current problem was what he should worry about.
"Alas, it's not easy to be a governor." Vitor lifted the quilt and was about to get dressed and get up, but he suddenly found that the quilt on the bed seemed to be grabbed by something and could not be pulled up.
Vitor felt a little strange, so he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and then he realized what happened. The hand holding the quilt was a woman's hand, and its owner was half asleep on the bed in a strange way.
Luas knelt on the floor next to the bed, leaning against the bed with her head on the bed. She leaned against the bed to form a Z-shape. It's hard to imagine how tired someone must be to fall asleep in such a strange posture.
"This guy..." Vitor sighed, then got out of the bed, carefully picked up Luas, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
"She can fall asleep like this. It looks like she is really tired."
After covering Luas with a quilt, Vitor unexpectedly found a folded document on the bedside table, so he picked it up and looked through it.
"A work report from the Governor's Mansion? It seems like she has been waiting for me here for a long time? No wonder she is so tired." Vitor chuckled lightly, put the document back on the bedside table, and then took a deep breath. He glanced at Luas on the bed.
"In the five years since my father and sister left me, the time I spent with you in Norton was probably the least painful time I have ever had." Vitor opened the closet and put on the suit. He wore an exquisite governor's uniform and tidied up his attire. He looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, looking a little dazed.
"I have indeed changed a lot in these years." Vitor touched his smooth and delicate cheeks, and his ruby-like eyes flashed dimly.
"Since my father went to the Far North Abyss five years ago, the situation in Tianying has become increasingly chaotic."
"There is no owner in the north, and the forces between the two dukes are fighting each other. Although the Duke of Annecy has a very good personal relationship with her sister and is willing to help me at this stage, behind her is the entire Annecy family, and she has not made it clear Regarding his position among the imperial factions, I don’t know which side he will support.”
"The Eastern Territory is vast. The sixteen provinces under the jurisdiction of the four dukes are all controlled by Archduke Belvine alone. The economy of the main city of Albany in the Eastern Territory has even surpassed that of Columbia, the capital of Sky Eagle. The World Tree cannot take root there. In this place, the extraordinary organization "Four-Colored Seats" founded by Archduke Bellvien has penetrated all aspects of Albany. Four saints representing four different colors sit here. Canglan, Nanhai, Longchao, and merchant ships from all over the world Gathered in Albany, the influence of this city can spread to the entire Skyhawk, and even the entire world."
"The Western Territory is guarded. Grand Duke Karens was once a disciple of his father. As one of the 'Ten Saints' in the world, he is a staunch royalist. He holds military power. More than half of the top military officials are from the Western Territory nobles. His eldest son is the current Marshal of the Sky Eagle Navy, so his position should not change, but I don’t know which side the three Dukes of the Western Region will take.”
"As for the Southern Territory, it is almost monolithic. The governors of the thirteen provinces and the three Dukes of the Southern Territory all follow Grand Duke Vlad. He eliminates dissidents in the Southern Territory. People or families who dare not deal with him in the Southern Territory have basically disappeared. In this world.”
"Archduke Vlad has some conflicts with Archduke Belvin of the East. In order to fight for several important waterways in the Golden Sea, the two groups of people fought fiercely in the Golden Sea. It is ridiculous to say that in order to target Archduke Vlad , Archduke Belvine also specifically supported a pirate force, and I don’t know if the ghost count in Ghost City would have any objections to this."
Vitor's hands clenched into fists. In the five years since his father left, Sky Eagle has changed so much...
"I don't know when my father will come back."
Vitor sighed. He didn't know whether he should stick to the path his father had marked for him before he left, but now he seemed to have no other choice.
"Inriges...what did mother leave there? Is the incident that happened to Norton ten years ago also related to that thing?" Vitor tied it in front of the mirror. He took off the tie on his chest and stood up straight.
"I'll get the answer!"
.....
Pato Islands, Santan Town, in an old tavern.
Old Hank sat on a chair and read the new newspaper that came out in Santan Town today, the wrinkles on his face almost squeezed together.
"Baron York of Santan Town is dead." Old Hank looked gloomily at Pleasant, who was chatting and laughing with Onai at the table next to him.
"Good thing, that guy is not a good person. He has done a lot of bullying of the people." Plisson showed a signature smile on his face. He raised the cup on the table and took a sip of the milk in the cup. Then he got up and walked slowly to the front desk of the pub.
"Carossa, add two spoons of sugar to my milk." Plisson knocked on the cup and urged the former proprietress of the tavern.
"Okay, boss." The original proprietress Carossa was playing with his daughter Janet inside. After hearing Pleasant's words, she immediately walked to the front desk and added two ounces to Pleasant's cup. spoon of sugar.
"Boss, don't eat too much sugar."
"The current boss is Uncle Hank. I'm just a customer who is familiar with you." Plisson shook the milk in the cup, took a sip and then returned to the previous position with the cup.
"By the way, old Hank, what did you just say?"
"Baron York is dead. He died in his own home. The murderer was the butler of the baron's mansion. When the baron's guards discovered the incident, the butler had already committed suicide in fear of crime." Old Hank read the contents of the newspaper to Pu Li Sen looked quite solemn.
"Does this matter have anything to do with you?"
"Of course, that's what I did," Plisson admitted readily.
"You..." Old Hank was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that Pleasant would answer so simply.
"How did you do it? In just these few days?"
"To be precise, it was the night before yesterday." Plisson answered Old Hank's question calmly and drank all the milk in the glass. "As for how I did it, you can take a guess."
"I know you are very strong now, but if you want to sneak into the Baron's Mansion quietly, kill the Baron and frame the blame on that hateful guy, unless the guard of the Baron's Mansion is blind."
"It is indeed difficult to realize what you said, but you must first weigh the baron and how much he weighs." Plisson snorted, "And...what if those barons The guards of the mansion are really blind."
"What do you mean?"
Plissen stood up again, looking at the things in the tavern casually, and said in a deep voice: "York Licasso, before he became the Baron of Santan Town, this guy used to wander around the Pato Islands. , a fairly successful businessman.”
"York spent a lot of money to buy a baron title from Count Pato, and obtained the land under his jurisdiction in the town of Santan. However, he is not a hereditary noble. Even though he has a fief, it is difficult to compete with the real one. comparable to the nobility."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"York used money to buy the title of Baron, and used the money to hire some low-level extraordinary people to act as thugs and guards. He used the money to open a casino and make greater profits. He seemed to be very successful and became a winner in life. But there is no truly reliable person around him.”
"But what does this have to do with you?" Old Hank was confused.
"You need to know... In the Sky Eagle Empire, although money cannot solve all problems, it can at least solve most of the problems for most people."
"His current status and the people who are willing to work for him are all maintained by money. As long as he has enough money, this superficial glamor can be maintained. But it happens that I am richer than him." Pleasant took out a precious Canglan gold coin from somewhere and placed it in front of Old Hank, "You... you should know by now, right?"
"You bribed the guards at the Baron's Mansion, killed the Baron, and framed the blame on that nasty guy?"
"You can't say you bought them off, right? You just paid them to be temporarily blind." Plisson nodded.
Old Hank breathed a long sigh of relief: "Why do you talk to me so much about things that can be explained in one sentence?"
"I have spent so much money, and just telling you one sentence would seem too shameless."
"..."
Old Hank was at a loss for words for a moment. The behavior and identity of the son of his once best friend now puzzled him, but one thing that was certain was that at least he was the one who helped him.
