Thousands of sparks

Chapter 23
The gift was sinister and difficult to justify.

Lord Harold's election bribery is known to almost everyone in Upper Albin, but this does not mean that he can openly print the election bribery promise on this kind of illegal propaganda.

Of course, compared with the positive content, the election bribery promise on the back has almost become a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

In the painting on the front, Lord Harold beats up an earl and hints that he is about to be attacked by His Majesty the Emperor.Such content is no longer a matter of violations—it is a direct provocation to His Majesty the Emperor.

Less than three quarters of an hour after the papers were scattered, a group of people in purple cloaks appeared outside the gate of Lord Harold's manor.They used tools to quickly and openly broke through the gate of the manor, and quietly subdued the Privy Council guards who were trying to come to inquire about the situation.

Under the purple cloak, a scarlet uniform loomed as they walked.When the autumn wind blows, the double-headed eagle logo stitched with gold thread occasionally flashes behind them.

About another quarter of an hour later, Lord Harold in pajamas was surrounded by dozens of mysterious people in purple cloaks, and left his manor in a state of embarrassment.

The airship, which had no special decorations or signs on its outside, rose slowly, and then began to drive at full speed in the southwest direction.After a while, the airship gradually descended, and the locking mechanism of the bow was connected to the airship mooring rod at the upper Albin interstellar landing site.

Lord Harold, who was taken off the airship, was already ashen-faced. He was almost dragged off the airship by these mysterious people.

Harold had no idea what was going on.Because he was in a bad mood, he drank several glasses of Lieger last night.Then he spent most of the night on the debt-paying maid.When he opened his eyes again after falling into a drowsy sleep, he was already "hijacked" by a group of people in purple cloaks.

When he opened his eyes and saw the purple cloaks, as well as the occasional red uniforms and golden double-headed eagles flashing under the cloaks, Harold gasped, and passed out cleanly.

If he could choose, Harold would rather be killed by those red-eyed slaves than fall into the hands of these red-skinned dogs.

These "red postmen" of the Royal Mail... are not the same creature as the green postmen who deliver letters to your door.They are spies who directly serve His Majesty the Emperor, extrajudicial lunatics who will do anything to safeguard the dignity and interests of the royal family, and demons who can make the nobles sober up instantly and then faint again.

In the past 170 years in Newsail, many nobles were targeted by them.Beheading after two months of torture was the most merciful end.

"Lord Harold, meeting you in this kind of place is really beyond my expectation." A very gentle voice sounded in front of Harold. He suddenly looked up and saw a man of average stature and appearance. middle-aged man.

"You...you are..." Harold felt a surge of panic in his heart. He felt that he should have met this middle-aged man, but he couldn't remember exactly when he met him.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "I'm just one of many insignificant postmen serving His Majesty." He took out a piece of paper carefully folded into small squares from his pocket, unfolded it and sent it to Harrow In front of Lord De, "Do you have any impression of this thing?"

Harold looked at the content above with trepidation, and soon, he felt that the last trace of heat in his bones had disappeared.

Although the person in the picture didn't even have the slightest resemblance to him, the content on it was really scary.In order to become a member of the House of Commons, you have to fight with high-ranking nobles, and even be directly assassinated by His Majesty the Emperor...?
"My lord, my lord!" Harold howled with all his strength, "This is a slander, a frame! No matter how bold I am, I can't insinuate and attack His Majesty! It's just a member of the House of Commons, how can I use Take your own life to gain such a position!"

"If it's other nobles, maybe I won't listen to the other party's excuse at all." The middle-aged red-clothed postman nodded seriously and said, "But Lord Harold, you are different. In Upper Albin, you have done it from scratch. With the current results, you shouldn't be a fool. So, I will give you a chance."

The middle-aged postman in red raised his right hand wearing a black sheepskin glove, with his index finger facing the sky and the other four fingers curled up.

"Who have you offended recently? Why did they use such means to slander and frame you?" The postman in red asked sincerely, "We are still investigating who the airship that dropped the leaflets belonged to, but such a large amount of printing and use The act of dropping the airship...that speaks for itself."

Harold was overjoyed at first, and then suddenly began to tremble all over.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's Androni, it must be this damned bitch! This damned bitch, I'm going to kill her!!"

"Androni? Baroness Androni? Baron Duchamp's wife?" The postman in red ignored Harold's declaration of "killing" at all, but asked with a bright eye, "You and her Conflict?"

In order to survive and escape safely from the dog in red, Harold unreservedly talked about his "grievances" with Rosen, as well as Dusand who suddenly kicked in the middle.In front of these dogs in red, Harold had no intention of covering up the good deeds he had done.After all, the red-coated dogs of the Royal Mail don't care about these things-they only care about the dignity and interests of His Majesty the Emperor not being violated.

"In order to solve this problem, you even reached an agreement with the star thieves." The middle-aged red-clothed postman who had heard the whole story glanced at Harold, and then said with emotion, "Mr. Harold, you are really... audacious ah."

"The mistakes I made, I bear the consequences." Harold said eagerly, "But my lord, this flyer really has nothing to do with me!"

The middle-aged postman in red smiled and said, "We will investigate seriously. Before the results of the investigation come out, you have to stay in the place we designated—that is, the VIP room here. Don't worry, there will be enough comfortable rooms for you rest."

After Harold was brought into the room, the middle-aged red-clothed postman who was standing there put away the warm smile on his face, and changed to a normal expressionless state.

"Director, since this kind of aristocrat who bought his title with money dares to collude with star robbers, it is not impossible to print such leaflets." A younger red-clothed postman bravely said, "He can completely print the leaflets." Leaflets are planted on one's own political opponent, and then let us root out the enemy for him."

"Considering that the other party is a baron, such a move is entirely possible." The middle-aged red-clothed postman nodded, "But it doesn't matter, go and investigate and you will know everything—as soon as possible, find out the ship that threw the leaflets What is the origin of the airship, this is the key clue for us to lock the target."

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"Speed ​​up the printing speed." After breakfast in the morning, Du Sande rushed directly to the workshop and began to monitor the progress, "How many papers are still unprinted?"

"There are about [-] leaflets left," Polina said. "Are you sure it's okay to do this?"

"Of course there is no problem." Du Sande smiled. "If it is what my mother said, the staff of the Royal Post Office will come to investigate, then you just need to tell the other party what you did."

"I have been repairing and adjusting this old printing machine since last night, and then I started to try to print leaflets." Polina sighed, "Printing campaign leaflets for Mrs. Androni, you should pay more attention above."

Dusand showed a mysterious smile, "No, this is very good. Complicated and difficult vocabulary, a policy statement that does not consider the common people's feelings at all, and this outright aristocratic arrogant style... This is very good."

"A total of two tons of paper were used to print leaflets, and all of them were printed like this. It's a waste of money." Lorraine also disagreed with this approach, she said helplessly, "This will not help Madam's campaign .”

"It's very helpful to our plan." Dusand was about to say something, and then suddenly heard a low sound of hitting sandbags behind him.

"Stop what you're doing." The middle-aged postman in red rushed into the workshop with other purple cloaks, "Lord Dusand, we have a question for you."

Dusand looked through the corner of the middle-aged postman in red, and could just see Todd lying on the ground outside the workshop.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Who are you?" Lorraine frowned and asked, "This is Baroness Androni's estate, it's not a place where you can run wild, I'm going to call the guards!"

"Miss Lorraine, we are postmen from the Arms Management Office of the Royal Post Office." The middle-aged postman in red said seriously, "Now, answer my question—what are you printing?"

"We are...printing leaflets for my mother's election campaign." Dusand replied cautiously, "This should not have anything to do with the aristocratic coat of arms... right?"

"All the printed things are here? When did you start printing?" The middle-aged postman in red didn't answer Dusand's question. He continued to ask, "Give me a piece of paper you printed."

Polina handed a blank, uncut printing paper to the middle-aged postman in red.The color of this piece of paper is white and smooth, and the paper itself is quite tall and straight, so it looks expensive.

Nothing like the papers that were spilled on the Upper Albing this morning.

"Director, there is another printing cylinder here." Just as the middle-aged postman was lost in thought while looking at the paper, the other scattered postmen in red made a new discovery.

The middle-aged red-clothed postman glanced at Du Sande, and then asked, "What's on it?"

"Um, a little poem for testing the effect of printing." Du Sande said with some embarrassment, "My lord, can I not talk about the content?"

"Tell me." The middle-aged postman took the roller and began to discern the words on it. He said while reading, "You can save me some time by saying it directly."

"Uh...Okay." Dusand put on an expression of "I'm really embarrassed", and then began to recite the whole text.

"His Majesty the Great Emperor is glorious, and under his shelter, the benevolent empire has found a place to live in the sea of ​​stars." This is the beginning of "Little Poem".

"Glorious Newsail was born under the watchful eyes of the Duke of Saar, and civilization originated from the rest of the pioneer ship five years ago in 170."

"The beautiful scenery has lasted for a long time under the persistence of the nobles. This is the territory of the empire. By the order of His Majesty, the brave people of Newsail have expelled all foreign invaders..."

The quality of the poetry itself is really not that good.The rhyme is awkward, the content is old-fashioned, the length is irregular, and there is a strong taste of flattery.This fits perfectly with Lord Dusand's education and age background when he is only ten years old.

The middle-aged postman in red smiled and nodded, "The writing is good, with sincere emotions." He looked at the printing press in the workshop and the steam lathe beside him and asked, "Are these devices newly bought?"

"Yes, my lord." Dusande nodded and introduced the source of these purchases, "The machine tools are second-hand goods bought from a private factory in Upper Albin that is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the printing presses have been left in the warehouse before. It was a half-baked product—but it was repaired by Teacher Polina."

"Ms. Polina is a very powerful technician. She is the first female technician who graduated from Imperial University!" Du Sande introduced in a tone that fits a ten-year-old boy showing off his "toys". "She is now a My governess!"

The expression of the middle-aged postman in red became more and more gentle. He asked, "Where are the purchase records for these papers?"

"It's at my house." Lorraine replied cautiously, "You can ask... let them pick it up." She pointed to the other postmen in red who were still searching around the workshop.

The middle-aged postman in red smiled, "Why is the record of Lord Dusand's purchase of paper in your home?"

"You should know that he is my fiancé." Lorraine replied confidently, "It is my responsibility to deal with some minor problems for my future husband."

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After the purchase records of two tons of paper were sent to the workshop of Mrs. Androni's estate, the middle-aged postman in red finally stopped his subordinates from continuing to search.

Things are already obvious-the purchase records and quantities are completely correct, about a quarter of the two tons of paper has not been printed, and the rest of the finished products are still piled up in the workshop.There are two printing cylinders in total, and the content on them is far from the one on the leaflet.

Harold was not telling the truth. He accused Dusande and Mrs. Androni of just biting.

"Director, we found that airship." Just as the middle-aged red-clothed postman was about to lead the team back, a red-clothed postman with a half-wet cloak rushed into the workshop.He took out a letter from the satchel under his cloak and handed it to the director, and then whispered, "The airship belongs to the Newsail Orbital Fleet of the Imperial Navy and is a subordinate of Baron Duchamp."

The eyes of the middle-aged postman in red suddenly became serious.

"Invite Baron Duchamp over here—please come here directly." After reading the contents of the letter, he stuffed the letter into his arms, then took out a pistol from his waist and said, "The Baroness also controls , there can be no problems with the deployment and control."

Looking at the other party's actions, Du Sande breathed a sigh of relief.

The plan went perfectly, and next, it's time to finish.

　You can’t solve all the buried buttons in one chapter, and you can wait for some small questions later—there will be explanations~
　　Ask for a recommendation ticket!

　　


(End of this chapter)