Thousands of sparks

Chapter 120 There is nothing wrong with hating mathematics

Morse once told Dusand about the history of the bazaar-Eika was once a part of the bazaar.

The history of Aika's independence from the bazaar is "very bloody and cruel", and this description contains a lot of information-Aika is a powerful agency that exists as an imperial intelligence department. The "bloody and cruel" process, and the current bazaar is still an independent organization.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that the bazaar is an incredibly powerful organization.It was scary enough that Eika had been part of the Bazaar and not the other way around, that the intelligence and counterintelligence of the Empire had been part of another organization.

What's even more frightening is that after going through "bloody and cruel" historical events, Aika successfully escaped from the market's control.But the bazaar still exists in the empire, and it is still alive and well.

Thinking hard.

Undoubtedly, as the predecessor of Aika, Bazaar should have strong intelligence capabilities.Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why this underground organization was able to survive after Aika left the market.

Du Sande came to the bazaar to see if he could borrow the intelligence capabilities and channels of the bazaar.

He has to figure out what's wrong with Olin and see if there's a way to keep Newsale as much as possible.

Yes, Dusand's current "bottom line" has retreated again and again.As long as parents Lorraine, Polina and others are safe, and as long as there are not too many deaths on Newsail, then please be fine.

Anyway, in the final analysis, this Niusal is His Majesty's Niusal, and he can do whatever he wants.

Dusand waited anxiously at the gate of the Upper Albin Textile Market, when three people suddenly appeared at the intersection on the west side of the gate.

A man and a woman appeared at the intersection with a little boy about seven or eight years old.Dusand noticed these three people almost immediately—these three people's looks are so distinctive.

The older man had a resolute face, and the beard on his chin grew wantonly, as if a steel needle that could pierce cowhide grew on his chin.The woman on the side frowned tightly, and her makeup and appearance carried an obvious "nobility".

And the little boy was the one who attracted the most attention.Although he wore fine cotton clothes that were deliberately soiled, and he had replaced his leather shoes with old, ill-fitting ones.But a lock of blond hair stood out from under the gray hat.

Seeing the group of three people who were clearly not a family, Du Sande secretly sighed.From the looks of it, the people from the Coat of Arms Management Office still couldn't completely seal off the road leading to the bazaar.

The three of them obviously saw Dusand, and even saw the red uniform Dusand was wearing.The man obviously paused, and then continued to walk towards Dusand's direction as if nothing had happened.

As he was walking, he suddenly called out to the woman beside him, "What? Did you leave your wallet at home?"

The lady was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately picked up the conversation, "You didn't rush when you went out! Not only did I not take the wallet, but I didn't take the keys to the house!" The tone was natural, as if she was indeed a woman because A wife who is deeply disturbed by her husband's impatient temper.

The little boy also participated in the performance, and his acting skills even made Du Sande sigh.Suddenly he raised his head, shook his mother's hand cautiously and asked, "Mom, you promised to buy me some sweets today."

Dusande sighed and walked towards the "family of three".

Five steps away, Dusand stopped.He stopped the man who was yelling "Go home and get it", and then said, "Madame, Baron Etienne, and...Mr. Jean Duval. Please don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions."

Du Sande spread his hands flat, trying to make his expression gentle and natural.But this attempt was obviously unsuccessful, and Duval had already reached out to his lower back.

This is not good.Dusande was alone here, and on the opposite side was a guard leader who was definitely not inferior in skill.If the other party suddenly pulled out his gun, shot and ran away, Dusande would definitely not have time to react, maybe his fate would have to be explained here.

"I may have admitted the wrong person." Dusande had an idea, and said loudly, "I have a very respected elder who just passed away yesterday morning. I am really sorry, I... I am a little sad, and I have admitted the wrong person."

The young woman seemed relieved, but Duval was still slightly bowed, as if ready to explode at any time.

Dusande sighed, "Although I recognized the wrong person, since we can meet here, maybe some wonderful fate is secretly guiding us." Then, Dusande started his own performance.

"I've been looking for the family members of those three elders. It just so happens that they look a bit like you, so I made a mistake." Du Sande said with an embarrassed smile, "Their situation is very dangerous, and I'm afraid there will be a lot of people outside who want to deal with it." It's not good for them - it's not safe for you to hang out here, you'd better go home early."

Jean Duval's expression was a little confused, but the Marquise de Lafayette was taken aback for a moment, and her expression softened immediately.

"Those friends of yours, they may now face many problems that they didn't need to think about before." The Marchioness took half a step forward and asked Dusande, "They lost the protection of your venerable elder, How can I live safely?"

"First of all, they have to figure out a very simple problem." Talking to smart people is easy."Before taking any action, you must figure out who is their enemy and who is their friend," said Dusande with a beaming face.

"My parents have a close relationship with this elder. To outsiders, our two families are completely one." Dusand emphasized, "In this case, we are their completely reliable friends-after all, I My parents and I have no other choice."

This remark is quite awkward, but Dusand is sure that his meaning has been conveyed in place-in the political circle of Newsail and even the empire, everyone believes that the Dusande family has a very close relationship with the Marquis of Lafayette.This kind of identification is not something that can be reversed by just one or two words, or even killing the survivors of the Marquis.

Therefore, instead of harming the marquis' survivors, the better way now is to protect them.Especially after Du Sande was convinced that the death of the Marquis was strange.

"People are very complicated creatures." The Marquise obviously didn't trust Dusand's explanation enough, she said softly, "You should also know that people can always betray their own ideas very easily for profit or other things. They have not yet recovered from the loss of their family members and cannot trust you and your family so easily."

"Your worries are very reasonable." Du Sande said after a moment of silence, "Under the circumstances, fleeing to the Federation seems to be the safest option."

The Marquise lowered her head, and she touched the hat on her son's head with a somewhat silent hand, "For a family that has just lost their pillar, all emotions are insignificant, and it is only important to live in safety and security." It is what they desire most. I...they can no longer bear such damage."

"If they stay in Newsail, I can guarantee that there will be no problem with their safety before I die." Dusand said firmly, "Of course, this decision still has to be made by themselves. If they I would have no complaints about giving up the sacred right of vengeance."

"Revenge? Who can I take revenge on?" At this point, the Marquise's expression was a little excited. She stabilized her emotions, and then said sadly, "To be able to plan such a level of layout, the entire empire..."

"Be careful." Duval, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Even if it's speculation, some things can't be said indiscriminately."

There was a breathless silence.

"If someone asks for my opinion." A woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind Dusand, "I would suggest that you believe Mr. Yugong's words——as the acting director of the Newsail Coat of Arms Management Office, his words It counts."

Miss Petunia in a black dress stood behind Dusand, holding a thin cigarette in her hand.She nodded to the Marquis, and then suggested, "Nice to meet you—this is not a place for talking, please come in with me."

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Dusand sat outside the office for a few minutes, and some thin human voices came from the room.Duval and Edian sat directly opposite Dusand, and the two looked at Dusand with guarded eyes, but also somewhat curious.

Lord Dusand Dushanyevich Belford was a well-reputed figure in the aristocratic circles of Newsale.To put it bluntly, many young heirs of the family respect and hate Dusande.

Respect, because of Du Sande's achievements at a young age.He provided a success story for countless young heirs who tried and failed to get into the executive and legislature of Newsale.

Hate is also because of this "success model".Dusand's "success" is too irreproducible. At least not every young heir who aspires to join the executive and legislative bodies has a garrison navy commander as his father, let alone a mother who is the Speaker of the House of Commons.You can't push your own parents to join the army or run for election in order to enter the political world, right?

Of course, Dusand's achievements are not just as simple as the chief private secretary of the Speaker of the House of Commons.Although the identity of the postman in red from the Coat of Arms Management Office is unknown to outsiders, everyone knows that the Belford Automobile Factory is Dusand's business.

The reason why the business of the Belford Automobile Factory is so big is because Paulina became Dusand's teacher.

As a result, a unique fashion trend has begun to set off in the current Nusaar aristocratic circle-if there is no tutor from Olin Empire University in the family, it will become an old hat that cannot keep up with the trend.

Eight-year-old Baron Etienne also suffered - he hated maths.

(End of this chapter)