Beiguan Army Fort, two additional sentries were posted outside Art's barracks, and the room with the closed door was extremely dark.
With the help of weak candlelight, Art read the last symbol, and then placed the secret letter, which Ron had personally deciphered, on the candlelight, and soon the flames engulfed the characters.
The dancing tongues of fire illuminated Art's gloomy face, and the atmosphere in the room gradually solidified.
"Ron, tell me what you think?" Art broke the silence.
"Sir, judging from the information we have so far, there is no problem with the top brass of our army. No one from Odo, Angus and Baskarzak dared to instigate the plan. The following branch leaders and commanders stationed in various places also sternly rejected Baldwin's solicitation."
Matt raised his hand to stop Ron's relief. "In the past month, Baldwin's people have almost secretly visited most of the middle and high-level military and civilian officials in Wales, but only Colin reported the matter to me. This makes me have to worry." Rui's people have found out that Salt has close contacts with the housekeeper of Baldwin's mansion. Salt may be loyal, but who can guarantee that he will not be broken through by Baldwin's long-term offensive... A trading company is not an army, and you cannot control it all the time. This is the biggest hidden danger~"
After hearing this, Art put his hands on his forehead and closed his eyes in deep thought.
"How about withdrawing Salt first?" Ron lowered his voice.
"No! This is a stupid idea." Art opened his eyes.
"Perhaps Salt really went to meet with Baldwin's steward privately just for the sake of the Continental Trading Company. If we make a decisive move based on mere speculation, it will chill the hearts of those old friends. This kind of heartbreaking thing cannot be done."
"But this incident reminds us that it is necessary to carry out internal purges, otherwise there may be a traitor among us one day."
The military has strict management and a relatively mature supervision system, which makes it easier to conduct secret investigations, but the government affairs system is more complicated.
However, this is not too difficult for the government affairs system of the Province of Wales. Art has insiders in key links in the government affairs system. They are responsible for monitoring officials and secretly investigating misdeeds.
As for the Continental Trading Company, this is even more true. Art’s external intelligence network is connected by the lines of the Continental Trading Company. In other words, the Continental Trading Company itself is full of Art’s informants. They may be the stewards of a certain shop, the leader of the guard of a certain caravan, or even an inconspicuous coachman. These people usually have dual identities.
"In the name of the bodyguard, you give a secret order to the insiders of the government system and the eagle eyes. The content is the same as above, and you are personally responsible for collecting it."
This matter is too big, I must ventilate them first. Ron used charcoal to draw a few symbols on the papyrus paper that only he could recognize, and he recorded Art's order.
Art took a long breath and cheered up, "The most powerful defense is always offense. Since Baldwin has already attacked us, we have to attack him. Send an order to Stanley and let the task force begin to penetrate into Yona Province. I want to insert nails into the important checkpoints in Yona Province first."
"Yes!" Ron wrote down the last symbol and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait." Art stopped Ron.
"Draw up two appointment orders for me."
"The first order, Jack Medici, the son of Salter, the Minister of Commerce and Commerce of the Government, was transferred to the military, awarded the rank of trainee knight, and transferred to the Weapons Research Laboratory as deputy director of the squadron commander level."军功卓越，即日晋升威尔斯守备军团副长兼威尔斯军团第一分团第一连队长，准予参与军务府参谋部议事......」
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五天后的清晨。
The Cavalry Company of the Welsh Legion located in the eastern pasture of the wilderness south of Tyniec has just finished breakfast, and the company captain Lusignan is about to walk out of the barracks to inspect the cavalry's preparation of horses.
Just when Lusignan stepped out of the military tent with his belt and sword in his arms, two unfamiliar civilian officials, led by the inspector of the cavalry company, came towards him.
"Lusignan, these two are inspectors sent by the Military Affairs Office. They were ordered by the Legion Inspector Denis to inspect various departments of the Legion to understand the situation of the officers and soldiers. This is a military order issued by Lord Denis." The inspector of the cavalry company presented a military order document to Lusignan.
Lusignan was not very interested in the company inspector sent to him by the Military Affairs Office. He thought that this guy from the Civil Affairs School did not have much ability except for talking nonsense, so he directly pushed away the military order handed over by the inspector without even looking at it.
"Oh. Okay, then you can accompany them around. I'm going to train the newly arrived horses in the morning. You two can stay for lunch before leaving." For the sake of the military affairs office, Lusignan reluctantly said a few words.
"Sir Lusignan, according to the military order of Lord Dennis, the targets of our inspection and inspection this time are all officers above the squadron captain under the Military Affairs Office. You are the first to accept the inspection." A young civilian official explained to Lusignan politely.
"Sir, we are also acting under the orders of the Military Affairs Office. Please don't embarrass us, sir." Another supervisor sounded much more polite.
"This Denis knows how to play tricks all day long." Lusignan couldn't help complaining.
Cough~cough! cough!
The inspector of the cavalry company on the side kept coughing and desperately reminded Lusignan not to talk nonsense.
Lusignan glanced helplessly at the cavalry belt and knight's sword in his hand, raised his head and said to the two supervisors: "Since it is an order from the Military Administration, of course I will obey it."
"...Sir Weitz, please swear on the Bible and the Legion's decree that every question you answer will be true and without concealment."
"I swear that every word I say next will be true and without concealment."
The two inspectors nodded to each other, one opened the booklet with confidential words and picked up a quill to prepare for recording, and the other began to ask Weitz, who was sitting in the company captain's independent tent.
"Lord Weitz, are you satisfied with the reward for your hard work given by the Earl of Wales or the Legion of Wales? Is there anything you are not satisfied with?"
"I am honored by everything the Earl has given me, and I will always be loyal to the Earl. However, if the Earl grants you a favor, I hope that I can be allowed to return to my manor for some rest every year when there is no war. Since I obtained the knight's fief, I have not slept well in my fief. With the fief, I still want to marry a wife and have children." Weitz said and couldn't help laughing.
The two inspectors also laughed, "Sir Weitz, we will report your words to the Earl, and then the Earl will directly reward you with a peasant woman with big breasts and fat hips as your wife."
Weitz laughed.
"Alright, Chief Weitz, the next question is - have you recently accepted banquets from strangers, or had any interactions with people outside the military and political circles of Wells Province?"
Weitz’s smile suddenly stiffened.
After a while, Weitz regained his composure, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, just a month ago, a guy who called himself "Retainer of Baron Herreth in the Province of Yona" found me through my manor housekeeper..."
The conversation in the military tent lasted for a full half hour, and Weitz's words were densely written down in the supervisor's record book.
"Sir Weisz, one last question. According to your understanding, is Chief Bangada disloyal or complaining about His Majesty?"
... ...
...As far as I know, Tuba has not shown any dissatisfaction with His Majesty the Earl or the entire Province of Wales, nor has he shown any disloyalty."
"Okay, Chief Terrydock, today's conversation is over. Thank you for cooperating with us."
The inspector in charge of records handed the document to Terrydock, deputy captain of the third company of the First Division of the Welsh Army, who stood up from the military tent chair. "Please check our records for errors. If you have no objection, please sign at the end."
Treddock took the document and looked through it carefully. He hated written symbols, but he read this document very carefully.
吏员接过特里铎克手中署名的记录文册，吩咐道:「特里铎克长官，按照军令，您必须对这次监察谈话的一切保密，若是泄密，等同战场投敌。」
「我知道。」
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South of Tyniec County under the jurisdiction of the new province of Wales, the Wincheston Manor Farm that belonged to the Dean family a few years ago has now become the direct territory of the Earl of Wales.
The commercial road running through the north and south of the manor turned into a wide gravel four-lane, with fully loaded carriages speeding past from time to time.
The manor has been renovated inside and outside. A stone mansion compound and hundreds of wooden stone houses are neatly arranged in the manor. The farmland around the manor is covered with green wheat ears, and hard-working farmers shuttle among them; four or five fishing boats are in the lake on the east side of the manor. Patrolling back and forth, several officials from the Construction Department were instructing a group of laborers to clear the irrigation canals around the lake...
On the tower of the manor house, Art was climbing on the edge of the crenel and looking at the endless green, while two lightly dressed bodyguards stood guard not far away.
唔唔唔唔~
"Sir, the Military Affairs Office sent someone to send a confidential document, signed by Denis."
Ron's voice interrupted Art's immersion.
"Colors that can herald a good harvest are always pleasing to the eye." Art sighed, then turned around and took the secret letter from Ron, tearing up the paint...