Orc Tyrant

Volk Franksky sighed and fingered the sweet candied fruit on the small porcelain plate.

This is his favorite, and it can usually bring him a little entertainment time during the long and exhausting days. Although he has long known that serving as the mayor of Salt Lake City is a stressful and unappreciated job, he still Quite having fun.

He knows that he is very suitable for this role and can serve the empire perfectly in this position.

He dedicated his heart and soul to the empire, and he is also happy to do everything in his service. After all, this can bring honor to him and his family, and it can fill his pockets.

The Great Salt Lake is like an inexhaustible gold mine, which nourishes many salt workers and the nobles on their backs, and Francsky is just the more conspicuous one.

But this **** quarrel! It's killing him!

The mayor sighed in annoyance, put a sugar-coated nut into his mouth, closed his eyes and escaped briefly.

He smashed the nuts, let the crunching sound echo loudly in his head, then opened his eyes and glanced across the table to see if anyone noticed.

Dozens of advisers, military officers, politicians, and nobles are sitting around the long table.

The important people of the whole city gathered here, but compared to their titles and importance, these people quarreled like a group of little ghosts, and Franksky felt that his head was about to hurt.

"Would you like some cold water, my lord?"

A whispered inquiry came into his ears, and Franksky nodded, as usual, thanking the servant and guard for his considerateness.

Behind the high-back velvet chairs of everyone at the conference table stood a team of dedicated assistants, and these small groups were quite distinct from each other.

For example, behind the army colonel stood a serious-looking staff adjutant, wearing a refreshing uniform.

Behind the nagging politicians, bureaucrats, and nobles are the clerks in charge of recording words. They have long used slender fingers to carve the masters' abuse on the unfolded small scroll.

The lower-level deacons stood behind the high-ranking members of the church with their eyes down.

The Night Blade spy from Wang Ting turned his back to the meeting, looking out from the colorful French windows, and looking towards the city underneath. No matter how the discussion proceeded, he always folded his arms and said nothing.

Ye Blade was still wearing a full set of armor under his black coat, and a pistol inserted in a holster was hung conspicuously around his waist-no one had the right to take away his weapons in this mansion.

His unmoving figure made Frankssky very nervous, and the mayor touched his forehead and glanced at the spy's back every now and then.

The appearance of the running dog of the Shadow King Court indicated that the situation was very serious, but the mayor still didn't know what the **** spy was looking for when he came to the meeting.

"Friends, please."

As soon as the mayor spoke, his trained and ingeniously enhanced voice successfully overwhelmed the noise, and even though the unexpected appearance of Yabana disturbed him, his voice still sounded full of confidence and experience.

"Sergeant Yang En, please briefly summarize your argument and omit all rhetoric."

A generous smile appeared on his face.

"Otherwise, the colonel will have a headache."

This comment drew polite laughter, and the Chief of Police in Salt Lake City stood up again and cleared his throat.

He picked up a board and began to read the manuscript verbatim. The mayor coughed, interrupting the boring voice of the little man, and the potbellied director looked up from the board expectantly.

"General conclusion, sheriff."

The mayor said so with a smile on his face.

"If you can, maybe don't take up our precious time for more than an hour?"

The chief of the police station didn't know if it was an insult, but seeing the mayor still smiling, he also gave a nervous smile, scanning the thick pile of reports on the board.

Retarded child--

Franky thought so, if it weren't for the blood of the second-largest aristocratic family in Salt Lake City, he wouldn't even have to go to the salt fields to do hard work.

"Total...summary."

The chief of the police station opened his mouth, his voice stumbling out of nowhere.

"In the past three weeks, 78 robberies have occurred in the city and 212 troublemakers have been detained. The situation has been brought under control."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried back to his original position.

"Get control? Are you still awake?"

A scrawny bureaucrat in a robe ruthlessly taunted that he has such qualifications as the deputy mayor and tax commissioner.

"The riots and demonstrations are spreading everywhere. These are all related to the current riots, and the situation is getting worse every week! The situation is under control? I disagree, those batons can no longer control Salt Lake City, I I have no intention of slandering them, but they are so stupid that they are not as good as my dog."

The old city council speaker raised his hand to speak. In terms of his age, he is considered strong and strong, but he lost the ability to walk ten years ago and was trapped in a wheelchair. He even served in the Imperial Army before being lame. The head of.

He is a tough old fighter, well-known among the high-levels of Salt Lake for his stubbornness. At the same time, most people think that he is a rude figure who lacks the education brought by a good pedigree, even if he is also a noble origin.

Due to the imperial system, the power of the city council is usually not superior to the mayor, but with tough methods, he still became a key figure in high-level decision-making. Seeing the pile of files in the hands of the Speaker Kurd, Franksky sighed again. Sighed.

"What the Honorable Pedeldro said is the truth. I reviewed the reports and showed that the recent increase in riots in the city is explosive. This has nothing to do with the failure of the front line. People are afraid."

A mocking snort came from the table, and the mayor's eyes were always fixed on Kurdish.

"The failure of the front line? Shouldn't Tai Yang still stand up?"

He asked, his eyes quickly swept across Ye Jian's back.

"If you believe it, then we probably have to prepare a gun and a bullet for everyone here."

More hums sounded.

"You mean Taiyang has fallen?"

"If you really didn't see those refugees."

"Okay, but at least we are prepared."

The mayor swallowed the chewed nuts, and several people at the table stood up and raised their voices at the same time.

At this moment he felt the servant leaning close to him.

"The person you need has already arrived. Do you need me to receive him, sir?"

He asked in a low voice, Franksky nodded, and the servant immediately sneaked out of the room.

"From the news sent back from afar, it may be only three days before the green-skinned army arrived here."

Kurd continued, he raised the volume to silence the noise in the room.

"I believe that some secret groups are organizing and inciting rebellions, which will inevitably threaten the stability of the salt lake. They are not simply isolated groups composed of salt workers who intend to rebel against salt workers, but organized rioters with good supplies and armed forces, and have lurked in. Salt lakes and deeper areas."

As he said, he held up an icon map.

"This shows a large number of illegal buildings located in slums, less than ten kilometers away from where we sit now, and I believe there are still staging and standby strongholds, perhaps a training facility."

"Speaker, those files, I hope to be researched by my own hands, please give them to my deputy after the meeting."

"You are joking?"

Kurd looked unbelievable.

"You...you don't want to take immediate action based on this information?"

"I will take action, as long as I think the time is right, I will act immediately."

The mayor's tough response did not want the other party to take any power from him.

"Now, Colonel? I heard that the defenders are currently having some problems?"

"I am sorry that this is the case, sir, the gendarmerie has been forced to execute some soldiers for... various violations and desertions. In addition, our strength is still insufficient. Taiyang has 20,000 soldiers, but it only lasted a few days. We only have 50,000 here. I am not optimistic that it can last longer. I suggest mobilizing all the police, noble guards and some salt workers, and at least expand the number of people who can hold guns to around 100,000—"

"One hundred thousand!?"

The deputy mayor blurted out, he looked very surprised.

"We have to recruit guards from the nobles? Then who will protect the nobles from the mob, and..."

"With all due respect, sir, Oak doesn't care about noble or noble! Don't forget the final fate of Knight's ‘noble people’."

"You are slandering—"

"enough!"

The mayor shouted, feeling the pain behind his eye sockets aggravated, so he took another sip of water:

"Regarding the opinions of expanding the defenders, I will consider them comprehensively."

He took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Colonel."

Turning to face the bishop who was sweating profusely,

"What about the spirit? Holy Bishop, what do you say?"

"There are more citizens attending the sermon than ever before, the mayor. I attribute it to the recent weather anomalies. Rumors spread throughout the lower residential areas claiming that it is a sign of the end of the world. The superstitious salt workers are quite scared."

The bishop shrugged his thick shoulders.

"Therefore, more citizens have begun to appear in church seats every day and sing hymns."