Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren grinned, seemingly not at all bothered by Neumann's attitude. He casually found a spot on the left side, near the front, and sat down without any pretense of politeness.

Neumann watched him, his anger rising, but he also had to admit that his opinion of Soren had gone up a notch.

Since Soren didn't know what was good for him, then he didn't need to give him too much face. Didn't he want to learn and listen to my instructions?

“Since Your Highness finds that great responsibility difficult to manage, then this old minister will be so bold as to overstep!” Neumann's words revealed a hint of undisguised confidence: “In the Imperial City, all affairs are governed by rules and regulations, and the various departments are dedicated to their duties. This old minister is merely following the old system and managing things steadily…”

Soren knew that the key part was coming, so he perked up his ears, put on a respectful and curious look, sat upright in his seat, and listened attentively to Neumann's next statement.

Neumann took a deep breath and sighed softly, “This old minister has thought long and hard, but I can't seem to find a suitable position for Your Highness to gain experience. There is only one place where the position of subordinate official has been vacant for a long time. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you might as well temporarily manage it for this old minister!”

Since you won't cooperate, there's no need for me to make things too comfortable for you. I'll find something for you to do. The Purple Melon Competition is just around the corner, let's see how you handle it.

If he doesn't handle it well, I can also complain to His Majesty about Soren's negligence of duty and laziness, just to disgust him.

As for Soren ascending the throne in the future, Neumann didn't care. Anyway, their family's fief was far away from the Imperial City. As long as he escaped back to the fief and lived an honest life in retirement, Soren wouldn't be able to find a reason to retaliate.

When a new emperor ascends the throne, these old ministers who have offended the crown prince can only live long lives by honestly returning to their fiefs. Once they return to their fiefs, even if the new emperor wants to retaliate, the ministers remaining in the Imperial City will desperately try to stop him, and will never allow the new emperor to set this precedent. Otherwise, every time a new emperor ascends the throne, wouldn't the old emperor's original ministers face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death? Everyone will get old and have to go through this stage.

Neumann was half dead with anger when he first received Gustav's order.

Originally, the State Affairs Office was his one-man show, and all policies, laws, regulations, and judgments were decided by him.

Gustav didn't know what he was thinking, first he stuffed a Nicholas in, and now he forcefully stuffed a Soren in.

The excuse was to assist and learn, why didn't he send them to the Finance Office and the Military Affairs Office? As for the Special Affairs Office, that was the functional organization of the empire that managed the private wealth and life affairs for the royal family for generations, called the Minister of Special Affairs, simply put, it was the emperor's butler.

The arrival of Nicholas could be regarded as well-behaved and sensible. Neumann went along with the flow and treated him like a mascot, occasionally letting him come out to show his royal majesty.

Neumann arranged Nicholas's responsibilities quite properly. He was responsible for the security maintenance of the noble district in the South City, which was a pleasant and comfortable environment, undoubtedly an excellent place to accumulate political achievements.

Neumann would also give Nicholas some pointers from time to time, which made the relationship between the two more and more harmonious.

As for this Prince Soren, whom he didn't like, Neumann had put a lot of thought into it. He was determined to choose a challenging, even thorny, place for Soren, believing that he would soon make Soren look disgraced.

If he had reported on the first day, Neumann might have needed some time to find such a place. But fortunately, he quickly found the position in a forgotten corner of the State Affairs Office's mountain of documents.

So, when Neumann proposed this arrangement to Soren, he was afraid that Soren would refuse. Before Soren could open his mouth, he hurriedly said, “There are seven vacant positions for security officers in the West District of Lodesa City. This old minister had to manage them personally in the past. Now that Your Highness is here, why not share this important task for this old minister!”

Before the words were finished, officials had already presented seven tokens engraved with the names of the Lodesa district to Soren, obviously not giving him any chance to refuse.

Soren smiled slightly, accepted the seven tokens, and said, “I would never refuse to share the worries of Minister Neumann. It's just that I am young and inexperienced. If there is anything inappropriate, I hope that Your Excellency will not hesitate to teach me and give me more guidance.”

Districts, as important administrative regions of the Imperial City of Lodesa, the West District is particularly noteworthy, mainly inhabited by commoners. In this world, the commoner areas of cities are often closely linked to dirt, chaos, and poverty, and are therefore hated by the nobles.

Someone once pointed out that the root cause of the problems in Lodesa City lies in the commoners in the East and West Districts.

As long as the commoner problem is solved, most of the troubles in Lodesa City will be easily solved.

Because more than 70% of the adventurers around the Imperial City come from these two districts.

Adventurers are also made of flesh and blood and need food to fill their stomachs. And in this world, no matter what era, the simplest and relatively safe way to make a living is to collect protection fees.

In Lodesa City, except for the East and West Districts, the North District is inhabited by powerful nobles and ministers. These people can easily crush those adventurers with just a wave of their fingers. Therefore, the adventurers naturally dare not collect protection fees from these nobles, which would undoubtedly be courting death.

If there were really any ignorant and arrogant people who dared to run to the front of a noble's mansion and clamor for protection fees, then without the government's intervention, the noble's own servants and minions would quickly teach them a lesson.

Commoner adventurers often only have a rough grasp of some extraordinary powers, while nobles have a complete extraordinary system. Sending a sixth-order extraordinary person at random is enough to crush all the extraordinary people in a district.

The residents of the South District are more complex, mainly military and imperial bureaucrats. As the saying goes, it is easy to talk to the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with the little devils. Offending these people means you can forget about living in Lodesa in the future.

As for those poor people who are even poorer than the adventurers, they rely on selling their labor and sweat in Lodesa to make a living, and most of the time they don't even know where their next meal is coming from. Collecting protection fees from them is naturally hopeless.

Therefore, the black-hearted merchants and workshop owners in the East and West Districts of Lodesa have become the real breadwinners for the adventurers.

Most of the fights and killings in Lodesa City every year are caused by the competition for the territory of these merchants and workshop owners.

Taking the seven tokens, Soren understood that Neumann was clearly trying to throw him a hot potato.

The unspoken implication seemed to be: “Your Highness, you should give up as soon as possible!”

But how could Soren easily back down?

How could he give up easily?

This is related to his important matter of becoming the Crown Prince. No matter what difficulties and obstacles, they cannot stop his determination to climb up!