Chapter 532

The Silent Agency is the Empire's evil god response agency. Under the management of the famous Sword Master, it has almost become the largest violent agency in Belrand.

It is like a sword, hanging over Belrand.

Although the Silent Agency was set up at the beginning of its establishment that it should not participate in political affairs, when the storm comes, no one knows where the sword that should only be aimed at the evil god will eventually fall.

No...

After the news that the senior sister became the acting sword master spread, I am afraid that even Belrand's dog knows the final direction of the Silent Agency.

So...

"I am afraid it is not only Marvin now, nor is it only this town."

Moon looked at the deep night sky in the distance, and his anger finally penetrated the cold ice:

"In the next period of time, all over the empire... I am afraid that terrorist incidents caused by evil believers will continue to break out."

What a group of useless scum who will do anything to achieve their goals.

As if he couldn't bear to imagine the cruel picture, Muon closed his eyes hard.

But before he had time to rest, a voice woke him up again:

"Master, someone is visiting you."

"Visiting?"

Mu En frowned.

He was in the carriage now, and it was late at night...

"He claimed to be a messenger from the palace."

"Messenger from the palace?"

Mu En was even more confused, but since it was the word "palace", he had to stop and see what was going on.

With the guards around him now, he shouldn't be afraid of anyone coming to do something fancy and die.

Feeling the powerful auras around him, Mu En got off the carriage with peace of mind and looked at the dusty messenger not far away.

"Hello, Master Campbell."

The messenger saluted him respectfully:

"I am here to convey the decree from the palace."

"Decree?"

Mu En was even more confused.

But the messenger did not explain much, but handed a delicate gold-stamped envelope to Mu En with both hands.

Mu En frowned, and slowly opened the letter under the nervous gaze of the people around him.

...Nothing happened. It was really just a letter.

On the golden letter paper, the exquisite emblem representing the emperor of the empire was clearly printed, indicating that this was indeed a handwritten order from His Majesty the emperor.

"This is..."

Moon quickly scanned it, his pupils shrinking slightly:

"A command?"

69. Taking office

"This is... a command?"

On the exquisite gold-plated paper, there were beautiful cursive words that looked like they were printed.

Ninety percent of the sentences used extremely official words to express sincere praise and appreciation for Muen Campbell, the son of the Duke of Campbell, the rising star of the empire, and the young knight who had just been personally awarded by the Pope in the Holy City, and to express condolences to him as the emperor of the Leopold Empire.

So none of these contents are important.

The important thing is the last sentence.

"Special order, the eldest son of the Duke of Campbell, Muen Campbell, will go to the northern Sidel Territory as an inspector to supervise the flood relief work."

"Siddel Territory, flood?"

Moon frowned slightly.

Now he is no longer a newbie who just came to this world. As a future duke, he has stepped up to learn about the information of various parties in the empire.

Therefore, he also knows that Xidel Territory is a territory located in the north of the empire, which is the northernmost area of ​​the empire and borders the kingdom.

The weather there is cold in winter, and there is heavy snow from time to time, but the warm wind from the seaside always blows there when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. In addition, due to the special terrain, every spring flood season, melted snow water gathers along the valley, and with the gradually abundant rain, it eventually forms a flood that sweeps across the valley bottom plain.

Since there is a flood, someone needs to provide disaster relief.

And now... His Majesty ordered him to supervise disaster relief?

Mu En stroked the royal emblem at the end of the letter that could not be faked.

Supervising disaster relief is actually an excellent job.

In the name of supervision, you don’t need to do everything yourself, but you can easily take the greatest credit. Even if you are a little "smarter" and "open-minded", it is not difficult to make a lot of money from it.

Especially for a nobleman like Mu En, this kind of job that can both increase his resume and improve his reputation is undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to gild his reputation.

Most nobles may find it difficult to find such an opportunity after going through so much trouble.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Mu En would definitely accept it with pleasure and go out to wander around happily for a few months, just as a trip to broaden his horizons.

But now...

"Your Majesty is seriously ill, and I am overwhelmed by the evil gods from all sides. As a result, I received such a good job. This timing... It really makes people think about it."

A cold light flashed in Mu En's eyes, and he looked at the messenger:

"Who is handling the imperial government now?"

"Of course it's your Majesty."

The messenger had a smile like a mask on his face, and his movements and etiquette did not show that he was just a messenger delivering a letter:

"Master Campbell, please don't talk nonsense. Your Majesty is just seriously ill. It will be bad for your reputation if it gets out."

"Then let me put it another way. Who is helping your Majesty share the government affairs now?"

"It's His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who is working with several ministers to handle it."

The messenger did not hide too much, because this was something Mu En could easily find out.

"The Second Prince?"

Mu En tapped the armrest of the carriage beside him.

The Second Prince, Andrew Leopold.

Mu En didn't know much about this person, because he didn't have much contact with the second prince, and the second prince himself always acted very low-key.

When the eldest prince had congenital defects, the second prince was the first heir to the throne. When the emperor was seriously ill, it was indeed reasonable for him to be in charge of the regent.

But...

"Why did His Highness get involved with those termites? Doesn't he understand where the foundation of his power lies?"

Mu En couldn't understand it at all.

As the next emperor who was almost certain to be a foregone conclusion, he should have inherited the emperor's political direction and stood on the side of the royal faction that protected him, but the second prince issued such a strange order to transfer the son of the leader of the royal faction away from Belrand at such a critical juncture. It was like... betrayal?

Duke Campbell led his troops outside, the emperor was seriously ill, and he was transferred away. The royal faction was leaderless. Who would suppress the greedy nobles who had long been dissatisfied with the previous series of suppressions?

Depending on your second prince's kingly aura?

We are ready to fight to the death, why did His Highness surrender first?

Or... is there another factor that he doesn't know about?

Mu En rubbed his brows. He was not in the center of the storm, so it was difficult to see the whole picture of the storm.

But if he wanted to step into this storm...

Mu En's eyes fell on the appointment letter in his hand again, and suddenly he felt that the cold letter paper seemed to be burning, scorching hot.

"Master Campbell, do you want to move forward?"

The messenger suddenly spoke, looking at Mu En with burning eyes:

"This is the road to Belland, the road to Sidel Territory is not here."

"Are you going to stop me?"

Mu En's tone suddenly became cold.

And with the subtle movement of his fingertips, several powerful auras in the shadows around the carriage suddenly pressed towards the messenger like mountains.

"No... no, you misunderstood."

The smile on the messenger's face was instantly broken, and he was sweating coldly, bending down to make way:

"With your identity, you can go wherever you want."

"..."

Mu En retracted his gaze.

Indeed, with his identity, he could naturally ignore this order and forcibly return to Belrand.

But this would become a reason for the enemy to attack Campbell. If he disobeyed the transfer order, he could put as much blame as he wanted.

In such a turbulent political situation, any flaw could be fatal, not to mention that even such a fool knows how to use it.

"What a great gift."

After thinking for a long time, Mu En sighed softly, as if he had helplessly accepted the reality:

"Go back and tell those people behind you that I will obey this order."

"As expected of Master Campbell, as expected..."

"Get lost."

"Yes, I'll get lost, I'll get lost..."

After the messenger rolled and crawled into the still deep night, everything around him became quiet again.

On the wide road, there was only the sound of Mu En tapping the wooden handrails, and the sound of his breathing and heartbeat being steady without any disorder.

"Let's go."

He signaled the carriage to start:

"Go to Sidel Territory."

"This... Master, are you really going?"

The voice of the subordinate outside the carriage was still a little hesitant:

"At this critical moment, if you are not in Belrand, you may..."

"Go, why not, do you think I will disobey His Majesty's order?"

Mu En held up his head and showed a cold smile:

"Not only must we go, but we must also go with great fanfare. Three days later, the lord and governor of Sidel Territory will hold a grand banquet to welcome Mu En Campbell's arrival. Every disaster-stricken person in Sidel Territory will receive help from the Campbell family!"

"Yes."

The well-trained subordinates quickly understood Mu En's meaning and began to loyally execute his orders.

But not long after, his slightly hesitant voice came into the carriage again:

"That... Young Master, we need to help every disaster-stricken person in Sidel County. In terms of funds..."

"...How many manors does Dad have in Belrand?" Mu En pondered for a moment and asked.

"Probably... I think there are three left that can be taken out directly."

"Sold it!"

"Yes!"

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