"These fellows don't know that you're a noble lord, hehe." The coachman, Josephine, laughed. "This is much more valuable than those nobles with empty titles."
"Don't spout nonsense." Garon scolded, "In this situation, there should be many nobles who have lost their territories and are unable to support their family's forces, right?"
"That's true." Josephine stopped smiling, "One of the masters I once worked for was like that. He didn't buy many properties in the capital and the wealth he brought with him was lost on the road. After a few days, he dismissed us. A family of hundreds of years has declined just like that. Sigh …"
Garon didn't say anything and only listened to Josephine.
From this coachman who had been hired by many nobles, he had indeed heard a lot of unknown news. The coachmen often conversed with each other. When they gathered together to brag, the number of nobles in the capital who still had power was less than four hundred. Compared to the large number of nobles, this was just a drop in the ocean.
Josephine had been depressed after being fired, but now that he was hired by Lala, his voice among the coachmen changed. Although Garon's reputation wasn't very good, he was still a superior noble. It was said that he had close relations with many powerful nobles.
The carriage passed through the black street and circled around the palace before finally leaving the capital. After passing through a checkpoint, there was a large patch of yellow-green grass in front of them.
The grass was yellow-green, dotted with red fruit bushes.
This patch of grass was at the back of the black buildings in the capital. It was surrounded by a large circle of black stone walls, forming a large oval area.
After the carriage traveled on the grass for a while, they could see a large lake in the center.
"That's Lake Wales, the source of water for the entire capital. Other than Wells Castle, the capital's water supply station is also here." The coachman, Josephine, seemed to be familiar with this place.
On the straight road, there were also a few single open horse carriages heading towards the Wells Castle. Occasionally, a group of fast horse riders would pass by Garen's horse carriage. Although there were many people coming and going, there were not many people walking on foot.
The number of carriages on the road gradually increased, and the carriage gradually slowed down.
About ten minutes later, a small grayish-white stone castle finally appeared in front of them.
The small castle was built on the water by the lake, and was only connected to the shore by an arched stone bridge at the entrance, resting on the grass.
The walls of the small castle seemed to be made up of crushed stones. It looked like a cobblestone floor, bumpy and full of fine stones. There were four spires at the top, forming four points in a square. In the middle of the sloping roof was a blackened chimney.
Garon looked from afar. The small castle was not very big. It was about the size of a two-story residential building. There was a black street lamp on the stone arch bridge at the entrance. At this moment, there were two people standing on the bridge, talking softly. They were both wearing the same black skirted armor as Garon.
The carriage carried Garon to the left side of the stone bridge and stopped.
"We've arrived, Master."
"Yes. You can go back first. Don't wait for me. "Garon lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. He walked directly to the stone arch bridge.
He passed by the two people who were chatting and walked along the arch bridge to the entrance of the small castle.
After walking through the dark door, there was a living room that was connected on both sides. There were all kinds of strange decorations hanging on the walls. Most of them were white bone ornaments of different shapes. There were white antler bones, huge thick thigh bones, and long basketball-sized skulls, etc.
In front of a counter on the right side of the living room, there was a fair-skinned girl wearing glasses. She was wearing a gray standard skirted armor. Seeing Garon walk in, the girl immediately showed a polite smile.
"Hello, are you Viscount Garon who came to report? We have received the notice. Your portrait is recorded here. Please show us your identification. "
Garon took out the identification issued by His Majesty. It was a hard certificate with golden lines.
The fair-skinned girl took it and carefully checked it. Then, she recorded the key information in a small notebook and handed it back to Garon.
"Please wear this. Go to the second room on the right. Someone will receive you. "
She handed over a black badge with golden edges. There was a golden letter Z inside.
Garon followed her instructions and walked into the room on the right. He went to the innermost small room.
The layout of the small room was similar to the living room. The walls were decorated with white bone ornaments. There were two men and a woman inside arguing about something. When they heard the footsteps, they stopped talking and became silent.
When Garon walked in, a man and a woman in black skirted armor glanced at him. The brown-haired man in black skirted armor had his fingers in his hair. He sat with his head lowered. His chest was moving up and down. It was obvious that he had not calmed down.
Garon ignored them and walked straight to a depression on the left side of the room.
Whoosh …
After a muffled sound, the wall automatically opened up to reveal a passage, revealing a slanted tunnel.
The tunnel was embedded with a long piece of glass. It guided the light from outside in. It felt like a skylight.
Garon walked in calmly.
"Welcome, welcome! Welcome, Viscount Garon Trejons. " A fat man with a bloated body walked up to him with cheerful steps and grabbed Garen's hand, shaking it with all his might.
"I am Baidel, a deputy city magistrate from the distant Hill Shield. I am now the head of the Secret Kingdom's Royal District. Your arrival has made us overjoyed! "
The fat man was full of smiles. He pulled Garon forward enthusiastically and explained the situation as they walked along the tunnel.
"You have just arrived so you don't know the situation. Our Secret Service's structure is headquarters-headquarters-sub-regions-special affairs team. These five structures are divided into layers and cover the entire Kovitan. This is our Kovitan's headquarters. It is in charge of the five sub-regions-each sub-region is in charge of the various regions-each sub-region is divided into many groups. You are the deputy team leader that we need the most right now. "
"The situation is very difficult now. We have lost many team leaders. Although you are only the deputy team leader, once the trial mission is completed, you will be promoted to the official team leader. Here, no matter if it is the headquarters-headquarters-headquarters-sub-regions-level units, they are all based on small groups. The headquarters-headquarters-sub-regions-are the most powerful, followed by the sub-regions-sub-regions-and so on. "The fat man quickly explained.
"If the sub-regions-level units cannot solve the problem, they will report to the sub-regions-sub-regions-level units. The sub-regions-level units will investigate and send out the sub-regions-level teams. If there is still no solution, they will report to the headquarters-headquarters-level, and so on. You are now a sub-unit under the Kovitan's headquarters. The situation is very troublesome now. The situation is difficult to solve. We have also sent out most of our men. There are only ten teams in total. We sent out eight, one stayed at the headquarters-headquarters-level, and one is handling the mission in the Royal City. Hearing that you are coming, His Majesty the Emperor gave us a heads-up … "
"Wait, you said you are only the head of the Royal City? Since this is the Kovitan's headquarters, where is the head of the sub-region? The head of the department? "Garon interrupted him.
"Erm … They are all out on missions …" The fat man took out a white handkerchief to wipe his sweat. He didn't know why, but this Master Garon was completely different from the image shown in the information. The information showed that he was gentle and polite, loved beautiful women (he was once seduced by Aquarius), and loved poetry.
However, the man in front of him looked like a ferocious beast in human form. His skin was fair, and his expression was gentle. He even had a faint smile on his face. However, when paired with the three red dots on his forehead, he gave off a creepy feeling.
That was really strange. It was clearly a very gentle smile, but why did it look so frightening?
The fat man's heart was uncertain.
"Now that there is a serious shortage of manpower, there is actually a matter that challenges the dignity of the Secret Service. The head of the department was furious and brought the strongest silver team out on a mission. They will probably only be back in a week. For now, I am temporarily in charge here. "
"Then if I join this Secret Service, what benefits will it bring me?" Garon asked the most important question directly.
"You have the right to share high-level information within the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. You will receive a generous amount of resources and economic income every month. You have the right to be exempted from killing people, and you have the right to make your own decisions regarding those without titles. You also have the right to forcibly expropriate. In times of emergency, you can expropriate external non-titled forces to fight against the enemy. If the other party does not comply, it will be the same as breaking the law, and you will become a wanted criminal for war crimes. " The fat man seemed to be very familiar with this. Once he opened his mouth, a stream of jingles came out, rattling out everything.
"The other most important point is that according to your rank, you can enjoy the services of a Master Level Totem and Totem Repair in any place in the Royal Alliance of Luminarists. Of course, you will pay for it yourself."
"Tsk tsk … What great power." Garon listened and could not help but gasp slightly.
Although he had killed so many people outside, in reality, if he dared to kill people within the Royal Alliance of Luminarists' sphere of influence, he would immediately be surrounded and killed by the strongest people in the country. And with this identity, it was obvious that he could legally kill people within the Royal Alliance of Luminarists' sphere of influence. No wonder His Majesty the Emperor was brooding over this department. With such great power, if he did not firmly control it in his hands, he could be stabbed at any time.
"I won't hide it from you. Actually, when I first joined this department, it was for the right to make my own decisions. Hehe." The fat man gave Garon a coquettish look that all men understood. "If you meet a pretty girl, you can just find a reason to make your own decisions. You know what I mean."
Garon was speechless. At this moment, he remembered the original reason why the Kovitan Empire was destroyed. Firstly, it was because the Emperor was assassinated. Secondly, it was probably because the special department had too much power, causing too much anger among the people. It was probably because of people like the fat man in front of him.
"Then what do we have to pay in return?" Garon asked again.
"Obey the orders of your superior. Your superior is Marquis Yawei. He is the deputy director of the headquarters, and he is in charge of everyone in the Nine Color Squad. Of course, with your rank, if you were to be sent to a branch, you would at least be the deputy director of the branch. Therefore, you can also mobilize some of the people below you. As the Secret Service, we are responsible for dealing with all matters within our jurisdiction. Anything that involves assassinations, rebellions, unrest, espionage, and other special areas are our matters. Direct combat is the national government's matter, and research on logistics is the Geometry Service's responsibility. Simply put, we are in charge of everything in the dark. When there is nothing to do, everyone is carefree and happy. When there is something to do, we have to go out and fight. "
"Understood." Garon understood.
The two of them walked forward, turning countless corners until the light above became dim. The glass pillars on the stone wall could be seen through, and the blue crystal water above their heads could be seen.
Finally, they turned into a small passage in front of them. There were two rooms facing each other, and there were two brass nameplates hanging on each of them.
Garon looked at the words on the nameplates. One was red, the other orange.
He was pulled into an underground room on the left by the fat man.
There was a long conference table in the room, and there were four or five people sitting around the table. They were all wearing light grey armor, and all of them were wearing hoods. Their expressions were gloomy.
Seeing Garon enter, these people didn't say anything, and just did their own things. Two women were chatting together, and two men, one old and one young, were discussing something. There was also one who put his legs on the table and pulled down his hood to cover his face, and there was a faint sound of snoring.
"This is your Red Team. From today onwards, they are your team members. I have something to do, so I will leave first. Do as you wish. "Fatty hurriedly left after saying those words.
"What do you mean by help yourself?" Garon didn't know what was going on. Seeing the fat man running away, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling.
He stood at the door, and saw that the people in the room were all doing their own things, and no one cared about him. These people intentionally or unintentionally took up all the chairs, and didn't leave a single seat for him.
"Is there anyone who knows what is going on? Can you tell me what is going on?" Garon showed a harmless smile.
The old man and the young man who were discussing something in the room suddenly stopped. The white-haired old man raised his head and squinted at him.
"Young man, are you the new team leader?"
"According to what the fat man said, I am." Garon showed his badge.
"You should go back to where you came from." The old man shook his head, "This is not a place where a young man like you can enter."
Garon smiled and didn't say anything.
"Am I not in charge of this team?"
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