Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Boudica came back to his senses: "Oh no, isn't this a good deed, and it's too utilitarian."

"A good thing is a good thing..."

Ania paused and sighed: "But based on the fact that the war is not yet over, we must first ensure the integrity and necessity of the united front on the premise of safeguarding the interests of the Essini tribe. If we have internal conflicts, then in the foreseeable future, the Essini tribe will suffer unbearable losses. So starting from these points, I think Her Majesty the Queen should look at the issue of corruption from a mature political perspective, That is, until the war is over and everything is settled, we should not be too critical of the insiders."

"Hey, hey, this, this, I've definitely seen this!"

Boudica ptsd commits: "I even feel like I've heard the same thing!"

"No, although it sounds roughly similar to what the master said, the content is actually different, and the number of words is also different."

Anya shook her head solemnly: "I'm still far from being a master."

"So where is Neos' rank? Is he a god!" Boudica slapped the table.

"The queen mother should be very clear about this." Anya sighed, as if frustrated by her difficulty in catching up.

"Ah, yes, what that guy said..." Boudica's mouth twitched.

"If it's the master, he'll probably block the news so that Grandma doesn't know anything about it," Anya said.

"yes,"

Boudica nodded, and looked out of the door: "If it's his words, if you don't want me to know, you will definitely not reveal it."

Ania gradually stopped packing up the documents, and she couldn't help but fell silent after hearing what her mother said.

"Ah, that guy, I don't know when he will be back." Boudica sighed.

"Well, there are more and more problems to be solved in the city now. If we don't come back, my mother and I will not be able to survive."

Aniya nodded, and said seriously: "Epos has been marching around frequently recently, and the situation is getting more and more tense;

And more and more people are entering the city, leading to a decline in law and order, and conflicts arise every day;

Although the first batch of recruits in the city have been recruited, the training is still stagnant and they cannot perform tasks;

At the same time, due to the lack of craftsmen, the city defense has never been strengthened or repaired..."

Boudica glanced at her, scratched his head, and sighed slightly: "What I want to say is, at least I will liberate you and return to the original girl."

Anya raised the corners of her mouth and tilted her head to look at her mother: "The master said that mothers always like to express their true desires through their children."

"I can't understand more and more what you say, kid." Boudica turned his face away.

"Simply put,"

Anya silently walked to her mother, sighed the same way, and pouted: "I also want to ask, why hasn't the master come back..."

Chapter 117 Chapter 110 Chapter [-] Iron Fist Maiden

In the dead of night, the lights in Paulinus' house were still on.

"Excessive, simply excessive!"

The governor's adjutant hammered the table, heartbroken: "It's no wonder to me, no wonder they all said that the duty of the imperial guards is not to protect the emperor at all, but to kill the emperor!"

"Watch your words, Kaitos."

Paulinus raised his eyebrows, a little tired: "Even if you know some things, you can't tell them."

"I wonder if the poison queen sent him to this island to kill the emperor on purpose."

The adjutant scratched his head: "Otherwise, why would Bruce be so careless about saving the emperor?"

After a moment of silence, Paulinus sighed: "Bruce's consideration is not wrong. After all, the emperor is in the hands of others. We really can't do too much on our side."

"You can't make too many moves, that is to say, the money allocated is not enough to hire troops?" The adjutant spread his hands and shrugged, feeling a little helpless.

"Perhaps, this is to prevent me from having too much power."

Paulinus twitched the corners of his mouth, rubbed the center of his brows and said, "Bruce is an officer who came out of the Roman court, unlike those of us who were born on the battlefield.

He deals with those nobles and officials every day, and he is much more sensitive to power and politics than me.

That's why he wanted to grab the military power from me. "

He paused and sighed helplessly: "Besides, I have attacked him more than once, which made him suspicious."

"So he doubts his own people, but trusts the Celts?"

"No, he only believes in himself and the soldiers in his hands, because that is the guarantee of his power." Paulinus said.

"And the more soldiers there are, the greater the security." The adjutant gave up.

"Correct."

Paulinus nodded: "So he would also be afraid of giving me too much money, and I would use it to buy mercenaries. This is normal."

"Then what should we do, just wait for the Celtics to finish fighting, and then negotiate with them to get the emperor back?" The adjutant covered his face.

Paulinus glanced at him. "No, our plan remains the same."

"The plan remains unchanged?"

The adjutant frowned: "You mean the plan to recruit experts and form a strange organization?"

"Yes, I heard Nanios say that he has an assassin organization in his hands, full of people like that hooded girl."

"Does such an organization really exist?" The adjutant was a little creepy.

"Afterwards, I sent people to collect a lot of information, and found that such an organization had more or less traces of its existence, either explicitly or secretly."

Paulinus said: "Throughout history, those people gathered together to hide their whereabouts, either to keep a certain secret, or to complete a certain mission."

"mission?"

"Yes, such as guarding King Solomon's treasure, guarding history, protecting human justice and so on..."

Paulinus said, turning his palm into a knife, and swung it down fiercely: "And since the other party has this kind of organization, then we must also have it!"

"Although you say so, my lord, who would value the little money in our hands?" The adjutant had a headache.

Paulinus smiled coldly, and shook his head slowly: "No, you can't use money to bribe a master."

"For what?"

"Use your life!"

......

Gaul, Amiens, also known as Samaro Briva, Latin for 'bridge over the Somme'.

Long before this place was conquered by Rome, this settlement across the Somme River had been inhabited by about 60 small ethnic groups, composed of Celts and Germans.

After Caesar conquered here, he clearly realized the strategic value of this area, and after the city was built, Amiens naturally became the transportation hub and industrial center of Gaul, and became the most Romanized city in Gaul one.

Among them, after several generations of hard work, many local nobles transformed themselves, abandoned their status as barbarians, became noble Romans, and entered the Senate.

But these are men's business, and have never had anything to do with the ass and slaves below.

No matter what era the exploited are in, the situation is basically the same.

At this moment in Xicheng District, the Shudao shack.

This whole area exuded a musty smell from the bone, quietly, permeating everyone around.

Dilapidated old buildings, rotten signboards, black holes from floor to wall.Carrion and feces piled up on the streets, and the alleys were crowded but extending in all directions, like a dark and damp maze, and a beggar or a prostitute with a numb expression emerged from the maze from time to time.

On the slightly wider streets, prostitutes yelled, hooligans kicked and beat beggars, and pigs waiting to be slaughtered shrieked and were carried to the street and stabbed to death.

The pig was dead, and the butcher rolled up his sleeves and brandished a big knife to warn the thief who wanted to steal the blood.

It was mid-afternoon, the doors of the merchants were wide open, the streets were crowded and conflicts abounded.

Martha was walking on foot with her head bowed in her robe and hood.

She muffled the sound of cursing, led the horse in one hand, and held the scepter in the other, and walked silently through the violent crowd.

The air was unbearably hot, flies buzzed and circled, and wild dogs barked at strangers.

Mirta ignored the strange gaze, tightened her black cloak, said a few prayers in her mouth, and looked up at the signboard of the tavern.

"The sleeping giant..."

There were noisy voices in the house, enthusiastic and restless.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened the door and went in.

The tavern owner raised his head and looked at the people who came in. The hooligan at the door smelled a strange fragrance and smiled.

"Hey beauty, where are you from!"

"Come and play with me, it doesn't cost money!"

"I spend money, can you come and play with me!"

Martha didn't stop, ignoring the teasing around her, and walked directly to the bar.

"What do you want?" The tavern owner folded his arms.

The strange woman hesitated for a moment: "Honey wine."

The boss nodded, wiped his hands on his canvas apron, and served mead in a small, split wooden mug.

The stranger didn't drink, and after pushing the glass aside, he took off his hood: "I want to inquire about something."

"Oh hoo!"

The moment the hood was taken off, the men in the tavern erupted.

The whistling and booing almost toppled the roof.

A woman, a woman whose looks are enough to arouse the desire of any man, appearing in this kind of place is like a lamb in a pack of wolves.

The woman looked young enough to be called a girl, with almost blue hair, a fair complexion, and regular features.

Such a girl should not appear here, the banquet of those noble lords is where she should go.

The tavern owner sighed, and looked at Maerda dissatisfiedly: "I don't know, you can ask elsewhere."

"But somewhere else let me come here and ask."

Maerda paused for a moment, then frowned and looked at the boss: "I haven't asked what else it is?"