"Strictly speaking, the people in the city guard are not part of the military establishment." Standing in the study, Elliot explained to Wayne.
"Their predecessors came from a certain palace guard a hundred years ago that was only responsible for the king himself. Later, in order to more accurately divide the security responsibilities of the royal capital, some elites were separated to form the city guard."
...Well, to put it in layman's terms, is it the difference between a standing security force and a professional military force?
Wayne nodded in understanding.
"However, unlike the vision of the king who originally founded this institution, the City Guard has not been able to become an institution that is not affected by external forces and can maintain its independence." Elliott lamented, "In fact, most of its senior officials They all come in through the back door, and there are quite a few people who are just messing around.”
"But Bulwer is something of an anomaly."
"He loves his work, is conscientious, and his abilities are top-notch..."
Even if you look at the entire kingdom, there are not many people who can get such a rating from Duke Elliot.
However, he stopped mid-praise.
"...It's a pity that he is already on His Majesty's side."
Comrade, your thoughts seem a bit dangerous?
Complaints are all complaints, but for things that I don’t quite understand, I still have to ask Elliot to learn more about the inside story.
So Wayne wondered: "Can't we take action and win him over?"
In the investigation of the Wincher family's human trafficking case, the adjutant was Simon, who probably had ill intentions towards his family, and the chief officer was His Majesty the King's loyal dog Bulwer. It was not a very favorable arrangement no matter how you looked at it.
"No, his existence is very important to His Majesty the King." Elliot shook his head. "If the person sitting in that position is not one of our own, I'm afraid His Majesty won't even be able to sleep well at night."
"I mean... secretly win over him."
Bulwer had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.
Although he appeared to be upright, he did not receive any less benefits than he deserved, as evidenced by the account books.
Furthermore, there is the identity of a rebel spy who is like a time bomb.
Elliot still didn't let up.
"There is no point in us trying to catch him, because... all his handles are in the hands of His Majesty the King."
"Once he shows his intention to favor us, the king may not be able to do anything to us, but he will probably be eliminated and replaced with someone who can make the king feel at ease." He sighed, "In the royal capital, There are very few people who are willing to do practical things. If you kill one person, you don’t know how long it will take for the next one to appear.”
Good guy, this is a bit too realistic.
Wait, this sound doesn’t sound right?
"His control is all in the king's hands?" Wayne repeated this sentence.
"So does that mean that many of his illegal operations were done with the king's knowledge or even the king's instruction?!"
Hearing this, Elliot actually laughed.
"You can understand it however you want, but I didn't say that anyway."
That slightly playful expression is quite similar to Chris.
Wayne couldn't help but wonder, did Chris get Elliot's true biography, or did Elliot get Chris's true heritage?
Although Franz's statement was very careless, the meaning behind his words was actually very clear, and the truth was exactly what he had guessed.
To be honest, this is not very unexpected news. Isn’t it the same for Finance Minister Franz? Song Li had told himself before that the money Franz had received from various local officials was also known to His Majesty the King.
Is this the only person who can reassure him?
Deep down in his heart, the king was unsure of the power he controlled.
Wayne frowned.
If the king deliberately suppressed it, it would be a bit difficult to handle. You can't just go out and attract a large number of people to rebel just because he puts on small shoes for his family.
What's more, he and his two sons are still good friends. When the time comes, won't it be like "you drink from a golden cup together, but don't spare each other with a sword?"
Perhaps seeing part of his worries, Elliot comforted him in a light tone: "Vern, you have to understand that many political conflicts are bound to exist. It just depends on how to fight them."
"Some places must not give in, and some places can continue to compromise...In this situation, you only need to maintain a balance, and you can continue to develop stably."
Wayne listened carefully.
He knew that Eliot was teaching him step by step how to handle political affairs.
After all, there is a difference between the experience gained from talking on paper and the experience gained from actual implementation.
One was willing to teach and the other was willing to learn, so the two stayed in the study until late at night.
Until I went out the next day, the complicated knowledge was still buzzing in my mind.
He sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, concentrating, and before he knew it, he was almost at school.
Listening to the regular sound of rutting in his ears, Wayne suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Chris sitting opposite him.
She was lying on the window, staring blankly outside the car, not knowing what she was thinking.
Outside there was nothing but rows of trees.
"What are you thinking about?" Wayne couldn't help but break the silence in the car.
After a while, Chrissy answered softly.
"In a daze."
If he said seriously that he was in a daze, how could he continue the topic?
I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but Chris seemed unhappy and didn't talk to him all the way.
"Chris, are you still angry with me? I didn't mean it last time..."
He wanted to apologize, but Chris immediately interrupted him.
"I'm not angry. I was wrong to lose my temper before. Don't mention that matter again."
"..."
Facing Chris's flat tone, he only had a feeling that he couldn't help but feel powerless.
"You're really not angry?" He stole a glance at the expression on her face.
There is neither sadness nor joy.
"Really not." She emphasized again, "I've already said it, don't mention it."
……All right.
If you don’t mention it, don’t mention it.
But for some reason, I always felt that the atmosphere was different.
I obviously wanted to say something, but I felt that it was inappropriate to say anything now.
——She seems to be neglecting herself.
When this idea came up, Wayne felt at a loss. But Chris's behavior was not like her previous temper tantrums, where she had to make amends with herself no matter what.
She just talks a lot less, and she doesn't always pester her like before.
After school, she stopped asking him if he was going to see Lawrence and when he would come home.
He didn't know whether to feel disappointed or slightly grateful.
Is this a good change?
Hard to say.
