Thousands of sparks

Chapter 30 Olive Branch

The steam knight stationed at the Heraldry Administration quickly walked back with heavy steps.Under Dusand's eager eyes, he put down the huge armor-piercing hammer with a diameter of half a yore and a length close to one and a half yore, and then said, "Mr. Bourne invites you to go in. He is in his office on the fourth floor. Waiting for you here."

Du Sande glanced at Morris, and then walked into the passage.As he walked, he fully observed the various parts and details of the steam knight.The more I look at it, the more excited I feel-it's so handsome!
"The steam knight is actually not suitable for large-scale combat, especially not suitable for modern warfare." Perhaps he felt that as a teacher, he should impart some correct knowledge to Dusand.After making sure that the steam knight must have lost his hearing, Morris suddenly said, "These things should have been thrown into the dustbin of history long ago."

"Why?!" Du Sande was shocked when he heard the words, and he even felt a little angry, "How handsome!"

"Handsomeness is not a standard that can be used to measure the performance of a weapon." Morris was a little surprised at Dusand's unreasonable love for steam knights, but he could understand it—this is like a child .

He explained in a concise way, "Although it is very flexible, the steam knight is humanoid after all, and the weight it bears is limited. With limited weight, the armor of the steam knight cannot be made very thick—at least it must be It cannot withstand the close-in impact of a shell larger than six inches."

Du Sande secretly rolled his eyes at his teacher, and then emphasized, "But it's handsome!"

The corner of Morris' mouth twitched, "But it's useless at all."

The two "scheming" chief secretaries, one big and one small, bickered with each other and walked to the fourth floor, then stopped the argument in a tacit understanding, and pushed open the wooden door that said "Director's Room".

"I thought you wouldn't come again for a while." Bourne, who was sitting behind the huge oak desk, didn't look up. He quickly signed the document in front of him, and waved his hand to signal Dusand to sit down for a while. On the sofa in the distance.

"Actually... I mainly want to ask you for help." Du Sande coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Morris and I are here to register."

"Oh, the chief secretary of the congressman is on record, right?" Byrne finished the final signature, rang the bell and called his secretary.After handing over the document in his hand, he added, "Let the person who acts be quicker, and if it doesn't work, he can be executed on the spot—don't let anyone run away."

After deciding the life and death of others with the tone of "add two pieces of sugar to the black tea and don't put milk", Bourne got up and left his desk, walked to the sofa and sat down.The green oily wax leather sofa had already left traces of sitting all year round. He found a very comfortable posture, and then pushed Dusand to a cup of black tea just poured by the secretary.

"Try it, Olin's good tea." He smiled and sat back on the sofa, took a sip from his teacup, and then explained the situation just now, "Harris involves a wide range of people , The arrest warrant and execution order took me all day and I haven't signed them yet."

Du Sande felt a sudden chill from behind him, and even the movement of serving tea became a little stiff.

"I thought the Heraldry Management Office executed the prisoners first, and then made up the execution order." Morris smiled and walked to Du Sande and sat down. He took Du Sande in a very natural posture. Sander took a sip from the teacup in his hand and said, "It seems that the current coat of arms management office is different from before."

"According to His Majesty's wishes, after I became the director, the operation of Newsail's Coat of Arms Management Office has changed a lot." Byrne took off the monocle hanging from his right eye, rubbed After rubbing his sore eye sockets, he said to Morris, "Compared to this...Mr. Morris, please give my regards to the Marquis of Lafayette."

"The Marquis will receive your greeting." Morris nodded slightly. "If possible, please help us complete the filing as soon as possible—Mr. Lord will have other schedules later."

Du Sande, who was circled suddenly, didn't respond. He secretly glanced at Morris, who was smiling, and then at Bourne, who was smiling like a warm spring breeze, and finally sighed in his heart.

Can you keep me out of your chatter, you conspirators?
In the few rounds of dialogue just now, the spy chief and the political stick teacher both stuffed a lot of things into their words.If you want to understand what they are doing, it takes a little analysis.

Bourne, who issued the execution order, mentioned that "Harris involves a wide range of people", which is hinting at Dusand and selling favors - I am dealing with enemies for your family, and I have been busy all day to deal with these things up.

Morris immediately interjected, sarcastically speaking to the Heraldry Management Office.This is to remind Dusand that the middle-aged man he is facing is not an ordinary person, he is the chief of the largest secret service in the entire empire in Newsail.They are rough and without boundaries, so be careful.

Bourne's response was a little softer, which can be understood as "I am not the same as those spies who can only kill people." Then, as revenge for Mosley's interruption, he clicked on Morris's identity, meaning It's "Tell me what to do, you are not a fun thing."

Although Du Sande himself did not know at first, but judging by the reactions of both parties... Maurice should belong to a certain Marquis.

That's right, what does this have to do with my little Dusande?

Morris also expressed the same attitude, "I'm indeed from the Marquis, it's none of your business. Can you stop talking nonsense and get things done quickly so that I don't have to look at your old face to make me sick again?"

Of course, Morris and Byrne's choice of words and sentences will certainly not be as grounded as the content that flashed through Dussand's mind.However, there are no words or sentences for things like overtones, only the most direct "ideas" communicate with each other, which is probably the most elementary "idea" exchange.It's just... This usage is really different from the direction of idea communication in science fiction works.

In the Office of the Director of the Heraldry Administration, three conspirators gathered.Two of them were cursing in a foreign voice, while the other complained in his heart that he was involved in an inexplicable fight.The scene is peculiar and magnificent.

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After the registration was completed, Dusand finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally escape from this suffocating place!

Before he had time to leave, Bourne said suddenly, "Mr. Morris, can you give me and Lord Dusand a little space? I have something to say to him."

Refreshed to finish the conversation in voiceover, Morris glanced at his pocket watch and readily agreed to the request.Morris, who turned his head and left the room with a "victory" attitude, did not notice the frequent help-seeking gazes from his good students.

"Lord Dusand." Byrne motioned Dusande to continue drinking tea, and he said while refilling his teacup, "First of all, I must make a statement. The one who needs to be responsible for the previous incident is Haro de Sheppard, and he has been sent to the headquarters of the Authority of Arms in Orin..."

Director Byrne glanced at his pocket watch while speaking, "About 10 minutes ago, he was executed. His immediate relatives will be deprived of all personal rights and assets, and then sent to the Royal Mines The union will become miners. What awaits them will be deadly heavy labor and the strictest guards."

Du Sande swallowed a sip of tea, but did not speak.

"The entire investigation and trial process has been completed, and there will be no possibility or necessity to overturn the case. This room is also safe, and no one will overhear what we are saying." Director Byrne finished a long list of "pre-declaration ’, and then said, ‘Mr. Dusand, I already know what really happened.’

Dusande swallowed another sip of tea, but still didn't speak.

"The layout of Harold is very subtle, and... admirable." Bourne smiled slightly, completely ignoring Dusande who was performing "I don't know what you're talking about", but continued, "Gift Paper, self-made ink using waste lubricants and toner, only two copies of three printing cylinders, and even Duchamp to put paper...these plans are very beautiful. It even makes me want to applaud."

Dusande really couldn't swallow the tea this time.He put down his teacup and replied with the sincerity of a ten-year-old boy, "Mr. Bourne, I don't understand."

"The steam lathe you bought belonged to Rosen Company before—to be precise, it was inherited by Rosen from his father. Now Rosen Company, through your family's good relationship with Sir Peel...and Harrow The threat to Sir Peel from Germany's plan has obtained a large number of weapons and equipment." Bourne sighed and said, "My dear Lord, it is not a big problem to use such a group of mud legs as personal force, but they almost fell to the ground. Expose your existence."

Dusande's hands began to tremble slightly.He really never imagined that this middle-aged red-clothed postman with no features at all... could find out everything that happened in such a short period of time.

"Your plan is actually more suitable for plotting against a potential opponent who has no direct contact with you." Bourne had no intention of calling someone to arrest Du Sande. He continued to speak gently, even for Du Sande. Sander analyzed the shortcomings in his "layout", "In this layout, your family is directly corresponding to Mr. Harold. Under the guidance again and again, we did arrest you as you wished." Harold, and directly eradicated him."

"However, such a layout will only allow us to discover your loopholes when we review the game—the metal debris mixed in the used motor oil used as ink has a special composition, and this proportion of metal has not been sold in Newsea. In Olin, such metals are only tested on a small scale in the laboratory of the Imperial Machinery Company." Bourne took out a pipe from his arms, lit the tobacco in the pipe with a match, and puffed out a puff of blue smoke comfortably.

He squinted at Dusand, then laughed.He smiled like an old grandfather who finally discovered the key to the junior's prank.Some proud, some excited.

"You have great potential, but you still need proper guidance and education." Bourne took another two puffs of cigarettes, and then decided to end the process of putting pressure on Dusand, "Are you interested in coming to the Work at the Heraldry Management Office?"

(End of this chapter)