Gina stretched out her hand and gently scratched the neck of her old companion, who had been with her for many years. She knew that this was her third favorite way to relax. Her first and second favorite were Sihojin spirits and Hosman distilled spirits.
Sonia sighed. "Your griffins have the worst temper I've ever seen. They're full of vulgarities. Compared to them, the giant eagles we tamed are all gentle and polite gentlemen."
"It's a pity that I'm not an elf, nor a Druil. I don't understand what the griffins are saying." Gina shook her head. "But I can more or less feel their mood."
"It's good that you don't understand. It'll be annoying if you do," Sonia said helplessly. "Curse at the griffins. These guys can kill your whole family in an instant."
A low buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Sonia's words. Gina looked up and saw a Dragon Rider training aircraft that had completed its mission flying across the sky toward the hangar under the light of dusk.
When the griffins beside her saw the magic-powered machine flying across the sky, they became excited. They flapped their wings and screeched loudly.
Sonia reached out and patted the raptor's neck. "Shut up. Machines don't have mothers."
The corner of Gina's mouth twitched.
"Starting from next year, with the introduction of the Dragon Riders and other types of aircraft, a considerable number of military griffins will be demobilized or reorganized in batches." Maggie suddenly broke the silence and looked at Gina. "Some of them will be transferred to civilian use, some will be assigned to remote areas, and some will be demoted to the second-line forces. If I remember correctly, the griffins trained by the Dragon Riders must be the first batch to be demobilized. That's probably why they're in a bad mood."
"… I plan to raise them myself. I've submitted an application and got permission from my superiors," Gina said. "I'll raise them until they're completely old."
Sonia looked at the female Knight in surprise. "… It's not a small expense to raise a griffin on your own without relying on allowances and extra income. Furthermore, as the commander of the dragon cavalry, your actions of taming a personal griffin will probably affect your image in the eyes of the common soldiers. "
"It has been with me for many years. I can't bear to send it to the southwest border." Jin Na smiled faintly and shook her head. "Besides, the Prince family has never abandoned a griffin companion. I don't want to be the first one. As for the trouble this will bring … I believe I am already prepared for it. "
Inside the wooden nest, the huge raptor tilted its head and looked seriously at the female Knight for a moment. Then, it stretched out its head and rubbed its beak against Jin Na's hair, letting out a low growl.
Jin Na reached out and hugged her old partner's neck. With a smile on her face, she looked at the blonde elf in front of her. "Instructor Sonia, what is it saying now?"
Sonia had a subtle expression on her face. "It said that your mother is alive."
Jin Na: "…"
The young female Knight left the griffin's nest with a strange expression on her face. Sonia and Maggie stood where they were, looking at the training camp not far away. Maggie suddenly exhaled softly.
"There should be more than one Knight like her … This era is changing too fast. There are always some old things that people can't let go of, especially in the Knight class who values family traditions." The black-haired female Dragons sighed. "It is said that in the Second Combat Corps, the officers from the traditional Knight family and the new Knight officers will even have conflicts and disagreements because of this. The former will always find ways to wear their coat of arms, while the latter, who are of lower birth, dislike it very much and call it the 'arrogance and stink of the old nobles' …"
"The old nobles who have lost their privileges and fiefdoms will inevitably miss what they used to have, and inevitably carry the brand of the previous era. The civilian officials who have rapidly risen in status will be particularly disgusted by this. Even some small habits between the two classes will become points of conflict because of some of the former antagonistic relationships …" Sonia shook her head. "Originally, the two groups were isolated, and there was almost no possibility of conflict in this regard. But the new order brought by His Majesty Gwen has quickly closed the distance between the two groups, giving the two groups a chance to have conflicts and even vent their conflicts … This can't be avoided."
The new era was beautiful, but there was always a price to pay for beautiful things. The prosperous and developing new empire inevitably had various hidden dangers.
Sonia wasn't a human, but as an elf, she had lived for thousands of years. She had seen too many things.
"His Majesty must have foreseen these hidden dangers," Maggie said after a moment of silence. "Let's not think too much …"
…
Plains of the Holy Spirit, a small town on the west coast of Gorgon, Feldstone Town.
The smell of scorching rays and hot blades wafted into the nostrils, and the gloomy government official could not help but frown. This middle-aged man with a pale complexion and high cheekbones in a black woolen coat looked at the family in front of him with their hands tied behind their backs. He did not hide the disgust on his face.
Secret Service members in black uniforms and magic-powered weapons stood beside him. The blades of their melted swords glowed faintly in the cold winter wind, with a frightening heat.
"Concealing the property that should have been handed over to the empire, keeping the illegal contract, and refusing to implement the farmland law. Mr. Scott Colton, it seems that prison is the best place for you," the gloomy government official said in a cold voice. "Perhaps there can wash away the rancid smell of your family."
"Bermane … You are abusing your position to avenge private grudges!" The man with his hands tied behind his back raised his head. Although there were fully armed magic-powered combat soldiers standing beside him, he still shouted. "You tampered with the documents! Those non-existent accounts, deeds, letters … they were all made up by you!! "
"Shut up!" The security member on the side quickly stepped forward and smashed a steel armguard on the man's face. The latter's face was covered in blood, and the injured man almost fainted on the spot.
A woman next to him screamed in horror.
"Put them in the car," the government official called Bermane waved his hand in disgust. "The rest of you, continue to count the things that have been seized … These are the grease squeezed from the poor. Be sure to put them into the treasury and use them for the right things."
The secret service member next to him immediately responded, "Yes, sir."
Bermane nodded and could not help but smile. But another gust of cold wind blew, and he could not help but tighten his clothes.
…
The sky was getting darker, and the newly erected magic crystal street lamps on both sides of the town's streets lit up under the control of automatic mechanisms.
People who had finished their work for the day embarked on their way home under the light. Near the government office located in the former noble district, a figure with a relaxed gait flashed across the brightly lit street.
Bermane stepped on the few steps in front of the independent dormitory and looked up at the door window that emitted warm light. He could not help but quicken his pace.
Pushing open the door of the house that once belonged to a certain scholar, the warm air rushed into his face. Bermane stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He then took off his cold coat and hung it on the silver hook on the wall near the entrance.
But suddenly, a strange man's voice came into his ears and froze him in an instant. "Don't be in such a hurry to hang up your coat, Mr. Bermane. You will be going out soon, and it's much colder outside than inside."
Bermane's eyes immediately widened, and his heart pounded in fright. He suddenly looked in the direction of the voice and saw a strange figure in a black uniform emerging in the empty living room. It was a young man with short black hair and a faint smile on his face. He wore a long black trench coat with a small silver chain hanging from the collar. A red armband embroidered with a black eye pattern was on his left arm.
The stranger sat on the sofa, and his body went from illusory to solid in less than three seconds. Then, he stood up and extended his white-gloved right hand to Bergmane. "As a courtesy for meeting for the first time, perhaps we should shake hands?"
"Who are you?" Bermane exclaimed. "Why are you in my house?"
"Shh, your family is still sleeping upstairs. I think you don't want to wake them up in this awkward situation." The young man retracted his right hand, took out an ID from his pocket, and unfolded it in front of Bermane. A black background and a silver-white dagger were placed on an open eye. This was the logo of the Military Intelligence Agency. "Military Intelligence, Third Internal Service, Special Task Force, code name Raven. Mr. Bermane, please come with me. We have something to ask you. "
Bermane's pupils constricted instantly, and he finally realized the identity of the young man in front of him. The next second, he took half a step back, turned around, and wanted to open the door and rush out to the street. But just as he turned the handle, a white-gloved hand pressed down on his arm.
The Military Intelligence Agency officer who called himself Raven was standing beside him, and some kind of metal object was pressed against Bermane's back.
The government office official's forehead was dripping with sweat. He could not help but cry out, "You … you can't do this! I am loyal to His Majesty! I have followed him since Kant. I have made contributions in the Plains of the Holy Spirit … "
Raven took out a special shackle. "Unfortunately, Mr. Bermane, I confirm that your name is on the list."
"Let me go! Let me go! " Bermane struggled hard, but his strength could not break free from the shackles of the former royal shadow guard. He could only shout in despair. "I just did what I had to do! I am loyal, I am loyal! Take me to see His Majesty … No, no, no, even if you take me to see the director!
"Have mercy! Sir, take me to see the director. The director knows me! She knows …
"Do a good deed, do a good deed. Send a magic net message to the director. There must be some misunderstanding. There must be something …"
With a click, the shackles closed, and Bermane's hands were firmly restrained.
Raven snapped his fingers, and the power of the shadow invaded Bermane's vocal cords. Finally, the chattering man quieted down.
Looking at the man with widened eyes in front of him, Raven's expression had a trace of pity. "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The one who signed is the director. For a government office official like you, who was born in the south and was personally educated by Her Highness Heti, of course, there must be a special order from the highest level. But please rest assured that His Majesty does not allow any form of internal assassination or secret execution. You will receive an open and fair trial. You have emphasized your loyalty. If they really exist, they will be revealed after the trial. But then again, you should know better than me what the final result will be.
"Mr. Bermane, you have embezzled the property of the old noble's castle and distorted the order from the highest government office. All these things will be announced. You may become an influential example. At least this can be your last contribution to the empire.
"In addition, we will use appropriate methods to inform your family. You will also have the opportunity to meet them. Unlike your style of doing things, we will strictly enforce the law. You don't have to worry about this."
Raven spoke slowly. Bermane made a whimpering sound. His eyes were filled with fear and regret. Perhaps, there was also a trace of doubt.
Raven just shook his head. He stepped forward, opened the door, and led Bermane to the street.
It was already completely dark in the town. The magic crystal lamps on both sides of the road emitted a bright light. In the silent night, a few figures wearing long black windbreakers, red armbands, and white gloves slowly walked out from nearby houses.
"Withdraw."
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