"Morgan! Morgan!"
Zhang Ze's shout came from the office, and Old Morgan immediately walked in and asked respectfully: "Sir, are you looking for me?"
"right!"
Zhang Ze stood up, held a thick stack of documents, and said, "You come with me. I want to see the grain depots and treasury in the city, as well as inspect the barracks and the people."
"This...obeys your order."
Old Morgan looked embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything and could only nod.
The two walked out of the consul's residence and walked towards the grain depot.
Along the way, Zhang Ze saw many beggars begging on the roadside, and even corpses that had died of starvation. He frowned and asked, "I saw a lot of grain recorded in the account books of the grain depot. Why don't you release grain to save people?" ?”
"This..." Old Morgan was speechless. He could only say: "Sir, you can go to the grain depot and see for yourself."
Zhang Ze knew there was something in his words, so he stopped asking any more questions.
Arriving at the grain depot, the soldiers opened the warehouse door, and Zhang Ze was stunned.
It was completely empty inside!
"What's going on? Where's the food?"
Zhang Ze was furious. He slapped the account books hard and asked, "Are these accounts all fake? Morgan, tell me clearly what's going on?"
"Sir, please calm down." Old Morgan said with cold sweat on his forehead: "The grain warehouses and treasury in the city are controlled by the nobles, Viscount Cromwell, and the younger ones have no right to interfere."
"A nobleman actually stretched out his hand so long?" Zhang Ze narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "No need to ask, the treasury doesn't have any money, right?"
"..." Old Morgan nodded silently.
I want to release food to save people but I have no food. I want to buy food but I have no money...
The economic lifeline of this small town is tightly controlled by Viscount Cromwell!
At this time, a beggar came forward and knelt down in front of Zhang Ze, begging for food.
Zhang Ze pulled him up and asked, "Why did you become a beggar? Where are your house and fields?"
"Sir, my house and fields have been taken away by Viscount Cromwell because I owe him taxes..." the beggar replied timidly.
"Tax money?" Zhang Ze frowned and asked Morgan: "Is the tax money also occupied by Viscount Cromwell?"
"... Not only the taxes, but also the minerals, livestock, and textiles here... are all owned by Viscount Cromwell." Morgan told everything.
"Okay!" Zhang Ze took a deep breath and said, "It seems that I need to pay a visit to Viscount Cromwell."
Under the leadership of Morgan, Zhang Ze came to Viscount Cromwell's mansion. He saw the people kneeling outside the big iron gate begging for food, and his face turned livid.
"Tell Viscount Cromwell that the newly appointed consul has come to see him."
Zhang Ze said to the guard in the iron gate with a cold face.
A guard immediately went to report, and soon he returned and said arrogantly: "I'm sorry, Lord Viscount is not feeling well and has rested. You can come back next time."
Anger burned in Zhang Ze's eyes, and he cursed secretly: "Asshole, you are trying to intimidate me!"
Seeing the veins popping up on Zhang Ze's forehead, Old Morgan hurriedly advised: "Sir, don't be angry. Nobles enjoy privileges and must not be offended. Let's come back another day..."
"Another day?" Zhang Ze laughed angrily and ordered: "Morgan, call all my guards immediately and arrest Viscount Cromwell!"
"This, this must not be done!" Morgan was completely panicked. If he offended Viscount Cromwell, not to mention Zhang Ze would be in bad luck, even he would suffer as well.
Maybe, my life will be at stake!
"Stop talking nonsense! Get it done right away!" Zhang Ze was angry.
Unexpectedly, the guard in the iron gate laughed and said disdainfully: "Looking for guards? What a fool. Doesn't he know that the guards' salaries are provided by the Viscount?"
"Haha, no, are you asking the guards to arrest the person who pays them? Then who will they ask for money to live from in the future?"
"Even his monthly salary as a consul is allocated by the Viscount. Otherwise, he would have to drink the northwest wind!"
After hearing what the two guards said, Zhang Ze finally understood.
The city has been riddled with corruption by Viscount Cromwell, and everything is under his control.
The so-called consul is an empty frame and has no power whatsoever.
"No wonder he is so arrogant. It turns out he has capital."
If you don't seek death, you won't die. Zhang Ze decided to give Viscount Cromwell some color!
He smiled coldly and said, "You think I can't do anything to you without guards?"
As he spoke, he took out the [Blood Dragon] in his hand and split the chain on the iron door with one knife!
"Ah! What are you going to do?"
The two guards were startled. One pulled out his sword, and the other turned around and ran into the mansion to report.
Zhang Ze held the horizontal knife in his hand and said coldly: "Today, I am only looking for Viscount Cromwell. Anyone who has no business should get away, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
The guard on the opposite side didn't know how powerful Zhang Ze was, so he charged at Zhang Ze with his waist knife, but Zhang Ze easily counterattacked him.
At this time, seven or eight more guards rushed out of the mansion, preparing to besiege Zhang Ze.
The strength of these guards was average, but they cooperated with each other tacitly. It seemed that they were all soldiers.
Zhang Ze was too lazy to tangle with these people. With a thought, the bear girl appeared beside him.
"Owner!"
The bear girl saluted respectfully, and Zhang Ze waved his hand: "Deal with these guards."
"yes!"
The bear girl turned around. She was nearly two meters tall, and the guards only reached her chest.
"Wow, this woman is so tall..."
The guard looked up at the bear girl and was dumbfounded.
The bear girl grabbed the two guards' heads with one hand and slammed them in the middle!
Bang!
The brain blossoms!
To deal with these guards, she didn't need to transform at all, she could easily get rid of them all.
"Come quickly! The consul broke into the viscount's mansion and killed people everywhere!"
A maid screamed in fright when she saw this.
Zhang Ze grabbed her and asked coldly: "Where is your viscount?"
"In...in the study..."
Leaving the maid behind, Zhang Ze walked into the mansion, went straight to the study, casually dealt with the two oncoming guards, and then kicked open the study door!
"Are you crazy?"
Viscount Cromwell was so frightened that he backed away and leaned against the wall with a pale face.
He never expected that this new consul named Rakshasa would dare to rush into his residence. Doesn't this person know that nobles are protected by the royal family?
"If you dare to touch me, be prepared to accept His Majesty's punishment!" Viscount Cromwell warned Zhang Ze with a stern look. In fact, he was so scared that he wanted to wet his pants.
Zhang Ze grabbed Viscount Cromwell's collar and looked fiercely: "Touch you? I still want to kill you!"
"However, it's too cheap to kill you. Let me spit out the minzhimingan you have eaten first!"
Viscount Cromwell pretended to be calm and yelled: "What nonsense are you talking about? People care about people, the money I make is fair and square..."
Snapped!
Zhang Ze slapped him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, and said viciously: "I'll give you a chance and say it again!"
"You, you will regret it!"
Snapped!
"say it again!"
"I am a noble, I protest..."
Snapped!
Snapped!
Zhang Zezheng slapped Viscount Cromwell with a loud slap in the face on each backhand. Viscount Cromwell was beaten into a pig's head, all his teeth were knocked out, and he could not hear clearly what he was saying.
"I, I said, don't fight..."
Seeing Zhang Ze raise his hand again, Viscount Cromwell shrank his neck in fear and no longer dared to be arrogant.
Zhang Ze dragged Viscount Cromwell out of the study and met Morgan and the guard captain running towards him with dozens of soldiers.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
The newly appointed Archon's temper is too hot! If you disagree, take action!
"Are you the captain of the guard?"
Zhang Ze asked with a gloomy face: "I know that your wages are all given by Viscount Cromwell, but now I have the final say here. Do you listen to him or me? Make a decision now!"
He has already thought about it. If these people choose to side with Viscount Cromwell, he will never be polite.
This evil spirit must be severely cracked down, otherwise, he will not be able to control this territory at all, let alone deal with those players.
It is undeniable that Zhang Ze is very strong now, and it is not a problem for one person to deal with hundreds of players.
However, he can't always stay at the resurrection point and keep killing people.
Therefore, he needs to mobilize local people to help him.
The captain of the guard shook the saber at his waist, and finally let go. He bowed and said, "My subordinate Hardy, please obey the orders of the consul."
It turned out that Hardy made a decision that he would be proud of for the rest of his life.
"Very well, Hardy."
Zhang Ze nodded, threw Viscount Cromwell at his feet, and said: "Interrogate him! At the same time, ransack his home!"
"And you, Morgan!" Zhang Ze pointed at old Morgan, who was too frightened to say a word.
"Calculate all the property of Viscount Cromwell and report to me. Immediately, immediately!"
"yes!"
Morgan Sr. and Hardy immediately complied.
Returning to his mansion, Zhang Ze opened the team channel and asked about everyone's situation.
[Giant God]: Local noble? Some of them were quite arrogant, but when the players came over, they all turned into cowards. Later, I drove the players away, and they treated me with a lot of respect.
[Irritated Dragon King]: Giant God, you are too kind. I went up and beat them hard and defeated them directly!
[Rakshasa]: Haha, Dragon King, we are the same! You can't be gentle when dealing with this kind of garbage!
[Melancholy of the Sky]: Alas, I can’t do it. The local nobles have their own armed forces. Although I can defeat a few of them, there are too many of them and I can’t defeat them...
[Escape]: Me too, brother, please send a few followers over to help me and Sister Melancholy.
[Liu Yueying]: The local nobles are used to being tyrannical. If reasoning with them is useless, they have to use force.
[Knowing Autumn Overnight]: However, nobles are protected by the royal family. If we do this, will we be sanctioned by the royal family?
[Use the knife without emotion]: Being sanctioned is certain, but it won’t be now.
Players are killing people and setting fires everywhere, and the royal family is also in a state of distress. As long as we can repel the players and save the country from crisis, we will be heroes. They will not do anything to us for the time being, and they will also reward us.
However, it will be hard to say after all the players are driven away, and they will definitely counterattack.
[Moonlight Rabbit]: I understand this. When the birds are gone and the good bows are hidden, the royal family will definitely attack us!
[Little Princess of Money]: It’s so scary, it’s like being with a king like a tiger!
[Little Bird Yiren]: What are you afraid of? The mission is completed, we will clear the level after getting the key. What can they do to us?
[Irritable Dragon King]: That’s right, even if they want to take action, won’t we resist? Humph, they also wiped out their royal family!
[Giant God]: This is not necessary. Our goal is to clear the level, not to destroy the country.
[Rakshasa]: I came back this time and collected a lot of followers. If anyone needs help, just ask.
Exiting the team channel, Zhang Ze waited for the reports from Hardy and Morgan.
The two of them were quite efficient, and it didn't take long for them to rush over to report the situation to him.
"Lord Consul, Viscount Cromwell has confessed everything."
Hardy presented Viscount Cromwell's charges to Zhang Ze. There were hundreds of them listed on it, each of which was enough for this guy to die once!
Old Morgan also handed an account book to Zhang Ze and said respectfully: "I searched Viscount Cromwell's property and found a total of three thousand kilograms of grain and ten thousand gold coins..."
Zhang Ze frowned: "That's it?"
There are as many as ten thousand people in the city, and three thousand kilograms of grain is simply a drop in the bucket.
As for the 10,000 gold coins, it seems like a lot, but if you spend it on everything, it is simply not enough.
Take the salary of guards as an example. One guard needs 10 gold coins per month, and two hundred guards need 2,000 gold coins.
This cost one-fifth, and we still need to buy food to save people, purchase weapons and equipment, and repair the city wall defense...
Zhang Ze curled his lips and said coldly: "I don't believe that Viscount Cromwell only has this little wealth!"
"He has been entrenched in the Misery Wilderness for many years and turned this place into such a virtuous place. It is impossible for him to make so little money!"
"Go, continue the interrogation! Make sure he vomits out everything he eats!"
"When he explains the matter clearly, choose a good day, sentence him to death in public, and give the people an explanation!"
Old Morgan wiped his cold sweat and reminded: "Sir, the execution of nobles requires the permission of the royal family..."
"Kill first and then talk!" Zhang Ze waved his hand impatiently.
Then he pointed to the map on the wall, looked at Hardy, and said, "Hardy, have you fought with those players? Come and tell me about them."
Zhang Ze needs to fully understand the player's situation in order to formulate a reasonable response plan.
"Yes, sir!"
Hardy strode forward. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this newly appointed consul was different from the previous ones.
He felt a righteous energy from Zhang Ze. He knew that this consul was a capable person and wanted to do great things!
"My subordinates have fought with those players six times. I feel that they are not like an army. They have no orders and prohibitions. They are more like a group of guerrillas who like to fight on their own."
"Of course, there are also some players who will form small teams of a few or a dozen people to move around. This kind of combat effectiveness will be stronger."
"However, as long as we prepare in advance and surround them with a large force, we can still defeat them."
Hardy said this and sighed: "But no matter how many times we kill them, they will resurrect and come back like locusts. It's really unbearable."
Zhang Ze nodded, he understood.
He fought tooth and nail to kill the enemy, and in the blink of an eye, the enemy appeared in front of him again with great arrogance. No one could accept this.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Do you know where the player's camp is?"
"I know!" Hardy pointed to a place on the map and said, "It's in the wasteland to the west, half a day's journey from here."
"Very good!" Zhang Ze nodded and said, "Take a few people and follow me to see the camps of those players."
"As you command!"
Just as they were about to set off, a guard hurried in and shouted in a panic: "Sir, it's bad, hundreds of players have gathered outside the city, and they are shouting that they want to attack and kill the consul!"
