Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

After handing the seven district tokens to Soren, Neumann quickly found a trivial reason to send Soren away in haste. His actions revealed a clear sense of "out of sight, out of mind," seemingly eager to get rid of any contact with Soren.

Surprisingly, besides the seven tokens symbolizing power, Neumann didn't allocate any subordinate officials to Soren, nor did he give any clear instructions.

This undoubtedly added great uncertainty to Soren's future work.

The subordinate officials of the State Affairs Office, seeing this, remained silent, none daring to proactively communicate with Soren.

After all, on the scales of power, they were more inclined to stand on the side of Neumann, who held real power.

Of course, there were also some with ulterior motives who wanted to curry favor with Soren, attempting to invest in him.

But in this realistic political environment, the principle of "a present official is better than a future one" was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Even if Soren was a prince, or even the crown prince, it would be difficult for him to stir up too much trouble in front of a power center like the State Affairs Office.

Therefore, when Neumann unreservedly revealed his rejection and coldness towards Soren, those who originally harbored ulterior motives also restrained their thoughts, burying those unrealistic ideas deep in their hearts.

They knew that Neumann was a man of his word, and anyone who dared to rashly side with Soren would undoubtedly be courting death.

Neumann had ruthless methods of killing the chicken to warn the monkey; the State Affairs Minister was known among the four ministers for his ruthlessness.

Against this backdrop, Soren's days in the State Affairs Office became exceptionally difficult. He was completely isolated, as if he had become a transparent existence. He couldn't get any support or help from the State Affairs Office to do anything.

However, it was precisely this indifference that added too much uncertainty to his work, but also gave Soren the right to act as he saw fit.

Soren keenly felt that Neumann must have set traps for him in those seven districts.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there were actually undercurrents and hidden dangers everywhere.

Soren knew very well that if he was not careful, he might fall into a situation of eternal doom.

Could it be that Minister Neumann has completely sided with Nicholas?' Soren's brow furrowed slightly, and a sense of doubt welled up in his heart. However, he quickly shook his head, denying his own guess: 'No, it should still be about the salt regulation official. Neumann is deliberately making things difficult for me, wanting to force me to bow my head to him!'

Thinking of this, Soren revealed a playful smile.

Soren was different from other princes; he possessed astonishing wealth. As long as he solved the biggest problem for the common people, the security could be quickly stabilized.

In this land, the commoner districts always had an exceptionally difficult life, with meager incomes that could barely meet the most basic living needs.

Poverty and hunger were like invisible shackles, binding these innocent people.

If the noble class did not possess high-level transcendent power, capable of suppressing the discontent and resistance of the people, the commoners would probably have already risen up in revolt.

Walking out of the tall threshold of the State Affairs Office, Soren's eyes suddenly caught sight of Morey's figure. His eyes lit up, and a look of joy unconsciously appeared on his face. He quickly walked forward and asked with some curiosity, "Morey, how did you know I was here?"

Morey smiled gently, his face radiating a warm smile, and replied, "After learning that you had come to the State Affairs Office, I came immediately. Where did the State Affairs Minister arrange for you to practice?"

Hearing this, Soren smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly, saying, "West District."

When Morey heard the words "West District," his face instantly became somewhat solemn. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Neumann, that old stubborn man, he's doing this on purpose!"

Seeing this, Soren smiled easily, reached out and patted Morey's shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't worry about it. Let's go, accompany me to see my new territory." His voice was full of confidence and determination, as if the seemingly less-than-ideal West District could also become a new starting point for his grand plans.

Sitting side by side with Morey in the same carriage, slowly driving on the streets of the Imperial City. After about half an hour, an unspeakable stench gradually permeated the carriage, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Morey couldn't help but wave his hand, frowned, and asked with a look of disgust, "What exactly is this smell? It's simply nauseating."

Soren's face also became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "This is the smell of excrement."

Morey looked at Soren in astonishment, seemingly suspecting that he had misheard. He sniffed the air again, confirming that it was indeed an unbearable stench.

Soren gently opened the curtain and looked outside. Outside the carriage, a group of raggedly dressed poor people were wandering the streets, their eyes numb, as if they had lost the color of life, like walking corpses.

The drains on both sides of the road were already filled with filth, losing their original function and instead becoming the source of the stench.

Looking at these heartbreaking scenes, Morey couldn't help but say in shock, "There's actually such a disgusting place in the Imperial City! It's simply unbelievable."

Soren silently withdrew his gaze, his heart filled with heaviness and helplessness.

Just as this inconspicuous carriage was about to pass by, it was stopped by these two burly men.

Cas, as Soren's personal guard, was already in a bad mood due to the surrounding harsh environment, and at this moment, he was even more furious. He widened his eyes and shouted angrily, "Impudent! How dare you block our way, do you know whose carriage this is?" His voice was full of majesty and anger, as if to suppress the momentum of these two burly men.

The two burly men were shocked by Cas's majestic and angry aura, and for a moment, they were stunned in place, as if suppressed by an invisible force. After a brief daze, they came back to their senses, but their tone still carried some stuttering and unease: "T-There's a gang fight ahead, afraid, afraid the blood will splash on the carriage, affecting, affecting the mood of the master."