Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 180 The Incomparably Radical Meg
It was not long after Charles Droste got up.

When I was still eating breakfast, I suddenly heard the news that someone had come to visit.

"Who, don't you have an appointment?"

The Minister of Trade suddenly frowned.Since his servant said "someone", at least it wasn't the ministers or big businessmen who often came to his house - they were already familiar with each other, and at least they would say the other person's name when they came to report.

This made Droste vaguely feel a little bad.

——And soon, this premonition came true.

"It's me, what?"

Before the people arrived, a hearty and loud voice came from afar: "I still have to make an appointment to enter your house?"

The other party ignored the servant's interception and walked in.

It's Meg the Great Arbiter!
Drost suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He doesn't need to be afraid of Queen Sofia, because she does have a good temper and is a very sensible person... Her Majesty the Queen is good at compromising, but not always compromising. She can stabilize chaotic situations and glue together disintegrated forces.In Avalon, where tyrants are prevalent, she is a rare wise king.

But that old woman, Meg, was unreasonable.

And as the great arbiter, she can really deal with herself.

Not to mention being a minister, if she is not satisfied with the queen, she can also ask for another king from the royal family.Of course, this is only a theoretical power.Not to mention her, the great arbitrators of all dynasties have basically never used it.

It is precisely because Meg has too much power that she is unwilling to use it in order to avoid suspicion.

Because she didn't want people to think that she could manipulate the queen and the top officials in the Round Table Hall... Drost knew that the old lady cared a lot about her reputation.This can be regarded as her only shortcoming... that is good face.

The result was that Meg had not been to the round table for a long time.

Because she doesn't like pointless wrangling.In the round table hall, it is normal for a bill to be delayed for several months, after all, they are not in a hurry.

This kind of slow-paced life would make her itch all over—according to Meg's style, she would like to force everyone to express their views on the spot after reading the bill, not allowing abstentions, and implement it immediately after voting.

Others, of course, couldn't do that.This kind of matter involves a lot of things, and the impact on each person, each family, and each faction is different, and it cannot be handled that easily.Any proposal to change the status quo will cause some people to be satisfied and some people to be dissatisfied.They need to go through complicated alliances, compromises, and transfer of interests to pass.

And in this process, it is the moment when they grab benefits from it.

If you pass the bill too intuitively, and keep it even and fair, you will offend everyone in the end-because people will always remember the bill that is not good for them better than the bill that is good for them.

Old Mrs. Meg was born as a commoner in the countryside and was promoted from the Supervision Bureau system to the Arbitration Hall. She didn't understand these twists and turns at all.

She's too impartial to understand politics.

"Your Excellency the Great Arbiter..."

Droste immediately put down the knife and fork, wiped his hands and got up respectfully.

But Meg, who was short and only reached his chest, just patted his round belly unceremoniously, and laughed: "You are as fat as a pig, Charles. How long have you not exercised?

"Do you still remember that you were also a member of the team? Can you still run now?"

Charles Droste and Meg are the same age, and they are both classmates who graduated from the Royal Law University.It's just that they belong to different departments, Meg is from the department of supervisors, while Drost graduated from the department of lawyers.

They fought for different divisions, and they used to be rivals on the court—for Meg, who was too short, Charles, who was tall and strong, was a very strong opponent.Among the lawyers who were generally as thin as a stick, Charles was one of the few men who exercised regularly and had a muscular body.

And now...

The muscles of his limbs were loose, and there were even dark lines like lightning and wrinkles.There was not much hair left on Droste's round head, and there was even fat on the temples and scalp.

The face that used to have profound features and awe-inspiring righteousness now looks old, fat, and ugly.Watching him move his body awkwardly, Meg almost laughed out loud.But her laughter reached her throat, but she couldn't make it out.

"—how did you become like this?"

Meg frowned.

"It's your age, Your Excellency the Great Arbiter..."

Charles smiled helplessly: "The physical vitality of the fourth energy level and the fifth energy level are completely different. Besides, I failed a few times before being promoted to the fourth energy level... I am already getting old and dying .”

"Ah."

Meg sneered and said, "So you let yourself become a pig? Like your brain, you are covered in lard! How dare you hang out with the noble red people, right?"

"Well, you can't say that..."

The Minister of Trade quickly said: "Hasn't the report of the Inspectorate already proved my innocence?"

"Yeah, they say you're innocent, but I don't believe it."

Meg crossed her arms, leaned against the cabinet and sneered, "The report from the Inspectorate must be accurate? I only trust my eyes and my heart. So what if I don't need to report?"

"You're being unreasonable..."

Droste defended helplessly.

He raised his voice and called out: "Diomedes!"

His elven butler appeared at the door without a sound.

"Why," said Meg bluntly, "want to turn against you?"

"Don't dare, Your Excellency the Great Arbiter."

Diomedes bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "The Drost family will never fight you anyway."

"Can you speak for the Drost family?"

Meg laughed: "Is that all right with you, Mr. Diomedes?"

Seeing that neither of them made an excuse, she clicked her lips, feeling a little bored.

She did come here to find fault.

But this side is like cotton candy, it falls down with one punch... This makes people feel boring.

And forget about the bastard Drost, Diomedes is also with him...

"[Tell me], Monsieur Diomedes," ordered Meg, "has Charles Drost worked with the Noble Red?"

There was a trace of struggle on Diomedes's face, but Meg said "Huh?", and a silver-white ring suddenly appeared in the eyes of the old elf, and blurted out: "Yes, Mr. As a medium, to communicate with Noble Red..."

"Where can I contact you?"

"The original contact point was at the Pelican Bar. Later, Mr. Aiwass Moriarty destroyed it, and then used the abandoned chemical plant in Lloyd District, which was later destroyed by Edward Moriarty."

"Oh."

Meg narrowed her eyes: "He targeted Aiwass for this reason?"

"I do not know."

Diomedes replied.

"Then tell yourself."

Meg squinted her eyes and looked back at Droste, and ordered: "[Speak out]."

A silver ring like a lunar eclipse was reflected in her pupils, and when it was reflected in Drost's eyes, it directly turned into a brand that corroded thoughts.

He couldn't resist Meg's words, so he could only say it all: "I'm just doing business, buying some contraband from Noble Red, and then selling them to those who need them in my country..."

"What about the specifics? [continues], and your accomplices - who is your superior?"

"That is, alchemy bombs, firearms, and some alchemy raw materials..."

When he said this, his face suddenly changed.

But he couldn't control his mouth, so he could only continue: "The person who is in contact with me now is the vice president of Boca of Lloyd's. We were friends a long time ago. He was killed and dismembered by Diomedes bumped into him, so I have a handle on him; he is now a judge because I sent Diomedes to get rid of his rival..."

"Oh, so he owes you? [Tell me what's on your mind]."

"Yes, I have controlled him since then. He thought we were a partnership, but I just wanted to use him. Or rather, I think Boca is better suited to manage Lloyd's than Lloyd's. .Because Lloyd wants to usurp the kingship, but I don't think it can be done or allowed to be done by that giant bastard; and Boca just wants merchant privileges, which is a more feasible plan..."

"Okay, I understand."

Meg nodded, and calmly said: "Now the situation is very clear, come with me. I think this is at least enough to imprison you for a few years.

"—or do you want me to catch you myself?"

"...No need."

The silver-white halo in his pupils faded, and Droste smiled wryly.

He never expected that he would be directly taken away by Meg.

But it shouldn't be... When did she act so aggressively?

He didn't even read the report of the Procuratorate, and he didn't hold a meeting of the Arbitration Hall, and went directly to arrest people based on his own ideas... Is this taking gunshots?
Or……

"What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, after he had relaxed, Meg struck again: "[Tell me what you're thinking now.]"

"I was wondering, are you dying now?"

Droste blurted out: "It stands to reason that you are usually dissatisfied with everyone, but since you don't understand it, you choose not to touch it and ignore it, and you are only responsible for things within your duties—that is, the main affairs of the Arbitration Hall. It is to rule and punish the big shots involved in the case.

"I think it's because you don't know the impact of your actions, so you choose to maintain the status quo for insurance reasons. But now you suddenly do something radical, and anyone who knows you should know that this is not your habit ..."

"Is it that obvious?"

Meg smiled, disapprovingly: "That's why I underestimated you—your observation skills are still good.

"But don't talk about that kind of thing. Go to the Supervision Bureau and shut it down for a while, and I will talk to His Majesty about you. Or, [Go by yourself]?"

"As ordered."

A circle lit up in Droste's pupils, and said so.

And Diomedes on the side was just silent, not saying a word.

(End of this chapter)