These people's positions are not consistent with their own.
To put it bluntly, it's just a relationship of mutual use.
Wayne doesn't expect to force them to deal with it his way, but he won't be willing to act as the opponent's thug.
The reason why he appeared here tonight was just to let Bulwer take the lead for him and rush up to bite Simon.
Although he is nominally the next successor to the Duke's position, for now, the resources he can use may not be as good as Songli's control over the Edgeworth family.
The limitations of objective conditions constrain oneself, and there must be someone who can do things for oneself on the table.
He had thought that Bulwer might be a suitable candidate, but that was not the case now.
Bulwer's involvement with various forces was too deep and too ambitious.
Although on the surface he seems very idealistic and sentimental, in reality his stance is not firm enough.
In order to gain greater power, he can sacrifice or ignore many things.
So even though Norman tried to persuade him to stay, Wayne didn't say anything more about their plan, but left calmly.
He is not worried that these people will fall out with him.
Because the strength gap between the two sides is obviously too great, even if the conversation between the two sides is not pleasant, the person who should worry is not themselves.
The fact was exactly as he expected.
Norman's expression looked uneasy, but he never dared to ask him to express his position.
After leaving the Bulwer house, Wayne sat silently on an unnoticed rooftop.
The silvery white moonlight is quiet and gentle, just like the countless nights spent in this place.
He was a little nostalgic for the busy but comfortable life in his previous life.
In this world, it seems that I can accomplish anything, and even if I fail, I can forcefully change it into a more satisfying result.
But all that is based on the fact that he has not touched the essential issues that will really have a major impact.
However, as he continued to interact with people around him, the more he came to understand the problems existing in all aspects of the kingdom's feudal system, the more difficult it became to break through the limitations of society as a whole.
Many people are aware of the existence of many problems, but they acquiesce that they cannot be solved at all, and so they continue to be so.
How much can you change by yourself? Neither prime minister nor king.
Wayne sighed quietly, feeling a little tired.
Why do I seem to be the only one thinking about this?
Chris doesn't worry about these things at all, so she lives happily every day.
Even Richard and Lawrence, who were princes, did not seem to have made any useful suggestions on the political affairs of the kingdom.
If you really have to choose someone who cares about the development of the kingdom from the people you see, it seems that after counting, only Franz Edgeworth, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, can barely be considered conscientious. But even he is not completely unselfish when dealing with official matters.
Wayne was a little tired of thinking about the rest of the fat-headed hereditary nobles.
——Although such a country seems to be in bloom, once it declines, it will probably decline very quickly.
When he was thinking about what choices he, and even the family behind him, should make in such a situation, a dull and heavy "plop" sound suddenly came from below.
Wayne was startled for a moment and came back from his thoughts.
…
"Is it okay to just leave it here?" one person asked.
"It's fine here. As long as no one sees it at the moment, you can throw it anywhere." After that, the man waved his hand, "Okay, okay. If you are late, go back and hand over the work early. Someone will naturally handle the rest. .”
The gray cloth bag seemed to contain something heavy, and Wayne smelled a faint smell of blood.
The person who spoke at the beginning timidly bowed to the cloth bag and muttered: "This madam... you have the wrongdoer and the debtor, and we also use money to do things... If you have any resentment in your heart, just Go find your pillow person, don’t come to me..."
Hearing him talking to himself, the person next to him hit him on the head angrily. "Stop talking nonsense!"
Looking around, he urged in a low voice: "Hurry up!"
The two just threw the cloth bag on the spot and left sneakily.
The night was a bit cold.
Wayne glanced at the cloth bag abandoned on the street, remembered its location, and then followed the two suspicious people from a distance.
After walking around in the alleys for a long time, the two finally returned to a private house in a corner of the royal capital.
To Wayne's surprise, it seemed like a small place, but there were so many people living here.
As far as I could tell, there were at least twenty young men living in this two-story house with an unattractive appearance.
After thinking for a while, Wayne sneaked in.
It was already late at night, but not everyone inside was asleep.
The lights on the first floor were still on, and the two sneaky people who had just entered the house looked much more relaxed now.
After seeing the figure sitting in the center of the living room, one person said happily: "Boss! Our mission has been completed!"
The man raised his head, with a long scar running across his face.
"Didn't you meet anyone?" The person called Boss asked one more question.
"No!" The two of them answered with certainty.
"Well, that's good." He nodded, turned to the person on the other side and said, "Potter, write down their performance this month."
Hearing this sentence, the two people's joy was beyond words.
"——Okay, you can go upstairs and rest."
At the signal of the scarred man, the two guys who had just completed their mission left happily.
When the two people's backs disappeared into the darkness and the sounds of people going upstairs gradually faded away, the scarred man sighed deeply and bent down with a tired face.
He put his elbows on his knees and supported his forehead, as if he was tired.
The man named Potter brought a pot of brewed tea and poured him a cup on the coffee table.
"... Such private work is not a long-term solution." The scarred man said in a low voice.
Potter also sighed after hearing this, "I never agreed from the beginning. We are already in a sensitive period. If we are found out again, we will not be able to save even the last bit of our foundation."
"But if you don't do this, you won't have any money!" The scarred man grabbed his hair in pain. "Damn Chapman!"
"We have done so many things for him, but the advance payment is still so small! But now that something happened, all the subsequent funds will be lost, and even the money we made before will have to be vomited out... Stone's help is over!" Scarred Man Regret was written all over his face.
