Thousands of sparks

Chapter 31 On the Rewards for Deeds
It never occurred to Bourne to ask Dussand to make a decision on the spot.In fact, it is not appropriate to directly ask a ten-year-old about such a big matter.

Even if he is already a very remarkable, even somewhat scary, wily conspirator.

But it was precisely because of his youth and maturity that Bourne planned to come and inform him first.In fact, the notice letter for the appointment of Dusande had already been delivered to the Baroness's manor by a serious postman in green.If nothing else, Androni has now seen the notification.

No nobleman is willing to challenge the authority of the Heraldry Management Office, and the equally scheming lady will surely not refuse Bourne's invitation.

Thinking of this, Bourne was in a very happy mood—I don't know what kind of expression that Mr. Colonel, who is like an iron tower, jumping around all day long, will have after knowing that his son has become a spy.

Although strictly speaking, the Heraldry Management Office has nothing to do with the Army and Navy.But judging from the steam knights stationed at the side door, it is not difficult to infer that the Heraldry Administration has a closer relationship with the Royal Army.

Otherwise, the army's mud legs would not be willing to put their good things in the coat of arms management office to serve as security for others.

The more Bourne thought about it, the happier he became, and even started to pat his legs with both hands.

The rhythm is light and the sound is crisp.

It was like... gunshots in the distance.

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Dusande left the room and did not immediately join Morris.He was taken to the basement by a kind-looking female postman in red.

"These are the equipment for you." The kind-faced woman said a few words to the administrator in the basement, and then handed over a list.After a few minutes, she struggled to move a huge metal tray out of the window, "For the things in here, first choose what you can move and use. The rest can be put in the warehouse first, and you can use it if you need it." to get your badge."

Du Sande touched the badge of the golden double-headed eagle with a red background in his hand, and asked uncertainly, "Just because of this?"

"We can't get you a letter of appointment made of parchment paper." The female red-clothed postman spread her hands and said, "Only the director and deputy director of the big letter of appointment have it. It would be nice if you could have a badge." ——The badge that I have only had for two years.”

Du Sande sighed helplessly, this place is not only a wolf den that can make people feel chills in the back, but also looks like a very irregular wolf den.

The Wolf King offered himself an "invitation to join the job", but Du Sande himself didn't dare to say "no" at all anyway.This guy with pus on his head and sores on his feet and his heart was so bad killed a lord and the whole family of the lord in one day, and killing a baron's family is probably just a matter of more formalities.

People make knives and I serve fish, and if Dao asks for fish, he will also serve as a knife... Anyway, fish would not dare to refuse.

Life is already so difficult, so we can only think of the good things as much as possible.Dusande picked up these inexplicable equipment on the plate, and tried his best to think of the best for himself - as a nobleman, ordinary civilians would definitely not dare to provoke him.And after becoming the "dog in red" of the heraldry management office, no one of the nobles would dare to lose their eyes.

Doesn't that mean that my little Du can walk sideways in Newsail from now on?

Thinking about it this way, Dusand's mood suddenly...was not much better.

In the aristocratic circle, who would step on their own feet when they have nothing to do?Do you really think that your iron tower-like colonel is just a display?
Forget it, be positive.Dusande took a deep breath and began to ask about the purpose of these "equipment".

The work of postmen in red mostly focuses on "collecting clues and reporting".Not every espionage officer needs to run into a heavily fortified enemy base with a small pistol. That's the job of the army mud legs.

The handsome man is indignant, wearing a delicate white suit, the bow on the neckline is untied, holding a shaken martini in one hand and embracing the delicate beauty, and holding a pistol in the other hand, pretending to be afraid that others will not know who he is. People who spies... sure die fast in the Empire.

"We probably don't have a uniform that you can wear." The female red-clothed postman said after glancing at Dusand, "Then you are a secret thread—you know the working principle of the secret thread?"

"Never reveal your identity, and only contact your superiors in one line." Du Sande nodded and replied, these are the contents that Bourne explained to himself before.

"But basic protective weapons are still needed. Since you are the young master of a noble family and your father is a naval captain, you should know how to use pistols, right?" She pointed to the two guns on the tray and said to Dusand, "This is an ordinary Type 52 pistol without any special modifications. The advantage is that the bullets are easier to replenish and the structure is stable."

"What about this one?" Dusand asked, pointing to the strange metal pistol beside him, "This...it doesn't look the same."

"This is a special weapon, a Type 67 high-pressure micro-sound pistol." The female red-clothed postman explained, "The gas cylinder under the gun body stores the gas after the reaction of flint and water. When the pressure is sufficient, you can pull the trigger to fire—it fires It uses low-velocity bullets. Only one bullet can be fired at a time, and the sound is about the same as clapping your hands. It will take at least 3 minutes to repressurize and reload.”

This is what it should look like with some spy equipment.But Dusande looked at it for a long time and decided to give up.

A bullet is fired every 3 minutes, and the main guns on the battleship fire faster than it!

"You can use a Type 52 pistol. It has been fixed for more than 20 years, but it has a simple structure and is very reliable - a reliable weapon is more important than a novelty." The female postman in red suggested, "It is also easier to replenish bullets. You don't want to If you spend money to buy it, you can also apply to the bureau.”

Du Sande nodded, and then took the heavy pistol. The Type 52 pistol itself is relatively small, but it still looks a bit big in the hands of Dusand, who is only ten years old.

"Other equipment... You should need this." The female postman in red took out a goggle-shaped thing and handed it to Dusand, "Windproof goggles with a telephoto function. Driven by gears, you can Achieving a magnification effect of up to 30 times - although technically it can be made farther, but it will be very dizzy when worn on the head."

"Finally, it is also your most important weapon as a member of the Heraldry Management Office." Other miscellaneous secret agent supplies were sent back to the safekeeping office. The female postman in red handed Dusand a brown notebook with an unremarkable appearance, and a pen. "Your record book and record pen - the ink of the record pen is specially made, and you need to go back to the office to replenish it after it is used up. There is a secret number in the record book, and every page in the book can be directly traced back to you, don't lost."

"This...why is it the most important weapon?" Dusande took the notebook and pen, flipped through it a bit, but didn't see anything special.

"At your level, as long as the arrogance and disloyalty of the nobles below the earl are recorded in the book and sent back to the bureau, we will directly investigate." The female postman in red said with a smile, "It is found that the Lord, Sir and As for honorary knights and civilians, you can act first and record it in the notebook later."

Du Sande took a breath after listening, "You can act first...?"

"Although I don't recommend you to mess around, but... if the situation warrants, you can arrest or even kill him first." The female red-clothed postman smiled, "In order to practice our loyalty to His Majesty, it is understandable that sometimes the means are a little too aggressive. Of course, it needs to be reviewed by the bureau afterwards."

This is simply an official license to kill.

Du Sande really wanted to know what his homicide license number was. If it was number 7, it would be so... handsome.

"Okay, that's about the content. You can go back and ask your parents about the specific definition and content of trespassing." The female postman in red glanced at the pocket watch in her uniform, and then hurriedly said, "I have other jobs The follower who came with you is in the waiting hall on the third floor, you can go directly to him." After she finished speaking, she hurriedly left the storage room in the basement.

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In the waiting hall on the third floor, Dusand saw Morris who was looking out the window with his hands behind his back.

"It's been a long time." Morris turned his head and just saw Dusand who entered the door. He seemed completely uninterested in what Bourne left Dusande to say, "I remember you still have to go to the industrial area to do business Right? Then we have to hurry up."

"If you have work to do, then you can go back first." Dusande thought for a while and said, "I will go to Rosen Company later, and maybe have a meal with them later - leave me two The guards are fine, and I can rent a carriage to go back at night."

Morris nodded, he did have other work to do.Dusand's arrangement is quite stable, two guards plus Rosen Company, this configuration is enough to guarantee his personal safety.

"Then I wish you all the best." Morris bid farewell to Dusand at the coat of arms management office, then turned and boarded the carriage.Todd and Tom followed behind Dusand, looking at the surrounding environment with vigilance.

"Okay, relax." Dusande stepped forward, and he remembered that the industrial area didn't seem to be very far away, "Are you still remembering the thing that you were put to bed by the postmen in red the day before yesterday?"

Tom was okay, he was directly subdued by the postmen in red with guns in the room.And Todd was even worse—the postmen in red directly strangled his neck, and he passed out from being held alive.

There is still a bruise around Todd's neck that hasn't faded.

"These damn dogs in red." Todd cursed in a low voice after leaving the gate of the coat of arms management office and walking a long distance, "They even flash their badges first when they act!"

Du Sande was not dissatisfied with being accidentally injured at all. He smiled and avoided the garbage piled up on the sidewalk, and then said, "Then you are still unhappy—it would be embarrassing to be fainted suddenly, right?"

"After all, they are dogs in red." Todd said helplessly, "I heard that more than half of the training of dogs in red is aimed at us Privy Council guards. After all, their targets are nobles."

After walking for about half an hour, Dusand, who was a little out of breath, finally stood at the gate of Rosen's house.

He was then attacked with a kiss from Rosen's grandmother.

After finally escaping from the mouth of the enthusiastic old woman, Dusand saw Rosen who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and was covered in sweat in the yard behind the iron house that was originally used to store sundries.

"Master!" Rosen shouted excitedly after seeing Dusand.He rushed in front of Du Sande in two steps at a time, wanting to hug this peer who had not known his life or death for several days, but hesitated again and again, but in the end he just clapped his hands happily. "You are finally back!"

"Yeah, I'm back." Du Sande looked at Rosen with a smile, and he could tell that Rosen's excitement was not faked—the chairman of the company, who was about his age, was really excited because of himself. Happy to return.

"You guys did a good job." Seeing Rosen bouncing on the spot again, Dusande said in a low voice, "The Heraldry Administration found you, but you didn't do anything when Harold appeared, what did you do?" beautiful."

"I almost couldn't help but shoot." Hearing this, Rosen rubbed his hands in embarrassment. "It was Peter who found out that something was wrong, and then we didn't do it."

"Anyway, you guys did a great job." Dusande didn't care about the twists and turns in the middle, he looked at Rosen and said, "Today I'll treat you to dinner, go change your clothes, and call the person who was with you at that time People—we Belfords never treat heroes badly."

(End of this chapter)