Chapter 14 Originally

"According to this statement, our little queen is entirely because of a woman's ability to maintain this position...and also has the hope of growing up, right?"

"That's right. Now the two sides are still fighting secretly. Those with military power are working hard to win the support of nobles from all over the country, while those without military power are trying their best to control the army. It is precisely because of their competition that a small group of forces that are still loyal to the royal family can survive. Things are so simple. But it is said everywhere that when our little queen becomes an adult, all the veils of warmth will be torn off. Because the queen's husband will determine the outcome of the competition... The loser will undoubtedly take risks. At that time, anything may happen. A coup is just a little bit, and the possibility of a civil war is very high. In the end, for the ambitions of those few people, those who suffer will always be innocent. Alas." Rotia sighed meaningfully. "So things have become so bad."

Ash Rufate now understands a little. He is obviously a personal guard in eight positions, but why are there six people vacant? Of course, because this position is very important, it is the key position of supervision and control of the little queen. It can even become the winner at a critical moment, so third parties - especially irrelevant third parties - are never allowed to join. In this position, there are only two choices. The first is to choose one party to surrender to get protection, and the second is to face endless conspiracy traps and be quickly "cleaned". Perhaps it is precisely because of the struggle between each other that no one can be added.

That's why my two colleagues are so different in attitude towards me. One probably doesn't know my origin, so he thinks I am the staff arranged by the other party. The other one is to understand my origin, so he plans to have a normal political transaction to buy my loyalty.

Although it is not true, the position recommended by Aunt Mary is really bad. I thought it would be a little shrimp that no one would pay attention to, but no matter how the weather changes, it would not change on my head. However, I didn't expect that this little shrimp was located in the center of the storm, with countless eyes staring at it.

As soon as he thought of this, Ashu Rufate couldn't help but sigh. Now, Duke Byron might know what happened in Brassian City. He didn't know what methods would be used to deal with him.

"Is this all??Is it all?" Ashu Rufate asked after sighing again.

"It's almost all." Rotia looked at Ashu Rufate with a smile. "Although it's just a story pieced together from the rumors on the streets and alleys, it should be worth a few dollars."

"Indeed, this is very important to me, at least it solved my doubts." Ashu Rufat replied. Aunt Mary, you have sent me to the storm this time! No matter how low-key it is, it will be meaningless. But for a year... there should be no big problem.

"When will that money be given?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"When it gets dark, come here. I will specify the relevant locations, and you will never go wrong."

...

The nights in Eagle City are still very different from those in small cities. In Bracian City, darkness means the end of the day's activities. Almost all shops choose to sort out and close at dusk. At night, except for the bright lights of the large mansion for activities such as party and dance, other places only flashed in the windows.

But in this royal city, the lights are still bright after night. At least Ashu Rufate feels that the people on the streets have not decreased. In the Hua District, the night is even more prosperous. In this commercial district, at least the darkness has not made it depressed.

People come and go on the streets. All the shops next to them have doors and use various things to illuminate. The most common source of light is torches at high places. At the door of this shop, torches are usually installed at a height that adult men can raise their hands. Several enthusiastic friends are trying to sell goods to passers-by. From time to time, you can see several men with different figures but gloomy eyes standing in the corner of the wall. These people scanned the passing crowd with their eyes, just like several hungry wolves standing on high places, looking at the flock of sheep passing by at the foot of the mountain.

Ashu Rufate passed by the door of a shop. The annoying guy pestered him for a full half-minute, and he didn't let him go until he confirmed that he had no chance of shopping. The merchants here were not as good as Brassian. Ashu Rufate thought while walking, because the guys there could almost see if the person who had walked by could be a customer at a glance.

He now has a total of three thousand gold Oli in his arms. The money is all banknotes, kept in a small bag, and was properly kept close to his body. By the standards of a small place, this has exceeded the amount of a small businessman accumulated in his life. But in this huge city, this does not seem to be a particularly prominent amount. Otherwise, Rotia would not have asked him to send the money. Ashurufat was a little doubtful about what was going on. Is this Rotia intending to use this matter to test his integrity?

But she didn't seem to understand his real situation. Such a mere three thousand gold Oly can't be put into Ashu Rufate's eyes. Before he set out to Eagle City, he had already estimated his annual income. Putting aside the mysterious interest-free deposit certificates, the Oroq Chamber of Commerce and "Xiang Hai" (this name was thought of by Shirley) under his name can provide him with about 100,000 gold Oly and more every year. This is a relatively conservative estimate. No matter from any angle, he can be considered a monetary. Of course, because Aunt Mary emphasized "low-key, low-key, and low-key" even though it was Rotia, she could not guess the real situation of Ashu Rufate.

As he walked past an alley, he noticed several malicious gazes focused on his back.

One...two...three? No, more than three. Ashurufat clearly felt that several other gazes were coming from another corner. What's going on? Is there any premeditation?

He frowned and continued to move forward. The goal of his money was not very far away. There are people coming and going here, so he should not do anything. As long as he walks a little longer, he can reach his destination...

It turned out that his judgment was not correct. Because as he accelerated his pace, someone put his shoulders on the back.

Ashu Rufate turned his head and was a huge fist coming towards him. Ordinary people would probably be beaten by this straightforward blow, and even be knocked down directly, but Ashu Rufate just turned his head slightly and dodged the attack. He took a step back and avoided the opponent's second move - but this action overestimated the opponent. Because the sneak attacker did not expect that his unexpected attack would fail, he lost his balance and staggered two steps.

Everyone around stopped, and a few pedestrians and several shops looked at the scene strangely, not knowing what was going on for a moment.

"Repay the money I owe me." Soon after, the sneak attacker immediately spit out a lie with confidence. Then he no longer leaned on his fist, but pulled out a short stick from his body and smashed it. The short stick was thick and rough, dark, and obviously a heavy iron stick. Ordinary people were hit on their heads by this thing, and they were lightly lying down, which was so heavy that their brains could burst.

Ashrufate once again avoided the stick. He had already noticed someone was walking around on the side, and the sharp blade of the short sword could be seen in the darkness. This was no longer a robbery, but a murder for money.

Ash Rufate hit the opponent again, then he stretched out his five fingers and inserted it into the man's mouth, pulling it down hard. This was also the first time he had tried his entire strength - the man who was dancing with iron rods with his hand, half of his throat, was torn off from his body. The man let go of his hand and the iron rod fell to the ground. Then he tried to cover his chin with his hands. However, this action was futile. Because one second later, blood spurted out from the huge gap and rushed out along the gaps of his fingers. He looked at the opponent in front of him with incredible eyes, and then kneeled down uncontrollably. The robber's eyes were full of frenzy and fear, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was completely exposed in the air, and every wriggling of the muscles in his throat only caused more blood to gush out.

Ashrufate picked up the iron rod on the ground, moved one step, and smashed the assassin's head, who was on the side, but hesitant, on the head. The human skull was sank directly in front of the blow, and half of his head disappeared immediately. The huge pressure caused liquid of various colors to spew out of the man's facial features.

After doing this, Ashu Rufate threw away the short stick in his hand, and then kept the original route and walked forward. Let the screams and screams come from behind him.

By passing by the hungry wolf pack, you must prove that you are the strongest and cruelest of all wolves.

Those malicious eyes still followed him, but no second attack occurred until he arrived at his destination - a pretty good two-story building in the commercial area.

An armed guard stood at the gate of the house. He looked at Ashrufate who was coming with a vigilant look.

"Rotia asked me to send something over," said Ashurufat.

...

Under the dim light, the bald and thin old man stared at the thick stack of gold Oli in his hand with a greedy gaze, and counted carefully. He counted very carefully and enjoyed it. To be honest, this scene is not much different from those unkind businessmen and miser in the children's story illustrations.

Ashu Rufate waited for a long time. The old man counted the money. He looked up at Ashu Rufate, with cheap smiles that were common to wealthy and unkind merchants on the corner of his mouth.

"Rotyya indeed sent her intelligence fee in time... Haha... I thought she was going to break her promise this time." The old man seemed to notice the disdain in Ash Rufate's eyes, so he said a little embarrassedly. "Wait a minute, I'll give you a receipt."

"Information fee?" Ashu Rufate was stunned by the word.

"Yes, otherwise why would she pay me such a high price? Of course, it is because my information is accurate." The old man replied. "Well... receipt... receipt... where is my pen?"

"Then... Rhodeya is the actual controller of Huajie?" Ashu Rufat asked while the old man was looking for a pen.
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