Why it never ends

Chapter 980 Homeschooling

Kovicik quickly pursed his lips, as if responding to Trion's expectations with a flash of a smile.

"Your house is so quiet today," Kovicik said. "Every time I come here, the house is always full of guests. I'm not used to such a quiet place like today..."

"Everyone has been running to Old Irene's house these days," Trion said. "She is planning a wedding for her grandson, and everyone is asking whose daughter it is—"

"I heard," Kovicik looked away casually, "that the prosecutor's family members have been visiting your house frequently recently?"

"Accompanying family members?"

Trion thought for a while before realizing that Kveshik was referring to Hesta. He suddenly burst into an exaggerated laugh - Kveshik, the young tutor who always appeared before the emperor, actually didn't know that the inspector had exchanged identities with his entourage as soon as he entered District 12.

"What are you laughing at?" Kovicik looked at the Baron with some concern.

Trion laughed for a long time before he stopped. He waved his hand. He suddenly thought that if the old governor had not reminded him of this, he would probably be kept in the dark like Kovicik. But the old governor did not say why Hesta did this, and he did not ask.

He had not mentioned this matter to Fatima yet. He was always worried that Fatima would not be able to keep the secret and would accidentally reveal to the other party that he already knew Hesta's background.

"I just thought of this person and found it very interesting," Trion said with a smile, "You know, she seems to like the snacks made by Fatima..."

"I also heard that she has been visiting Governor Arevalo quite often recently. Did you know that?"

Trion coughed and said, "I don't want to know who the governor is in contact with..."

"She injured me at the gladiatorial contest last month, and later injured an officer near your plantation. It is clear that this person is cruel by nature. She relied on her status as the Inspector's family member to do whatever she wants in District 12. It is really despicable."

"Yeah, damn it." Trion rubbed his nose, "After all, he has a backer."

"Backstage, do you mean the Inspector or AHgAS?"

"All of them," Trion said, "but now their workstations have all been withdrawn from District 12—"

"Sir, I came here today to talk to you about this matter," Kovicik said, "I met this person last month, and she admitted that she was Mercury Needle. I don't know if you remember that Mercury Needle is subject to many constraints in the habitable area. If we report her recent behavior, then she-"

"Hey! What are you talking about!" Trion quickly interrupted Kovichik's proposal. He realized that Kovichik might still be upset about his defeat at the hands of Hesta, but the Governor seemed to rely heavily on Hesta's information channels. He couldn't just ignore it. "Coty, you have to know that teaching them a lesson can be done at any time, but not now!"

"why?"

"...Aren't you afraid that she will retaliate against you?" Trion raised his voice, sounding worried and surprised. "If you do this now, she will easily think it's you - although I know you are considering the safety of more people, it's too dangerous for you and it's not worth it."

"If that's what you think of me, sir, then you have completely misjudged me." Kovicik raised his hand slightly, signaling the servant who was pushing him from behind to stop. "Although I have never dealt with Mercury Needle before, I have heard from others that they are arrogant and don't take others seriously. I don't care what others will do, but someone should come out to put a damper on their arrogance." Trion looked at Kovicik's face and was speechless for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course." Kovicik looked at the man in front of him proudly: "Sir, do you know what the greatest teaching my father left me is?"

Trion restrained his smile and tried to look more solemn, preferably with a hint of admiration in his surprise.

"what is it then?"

"Twenty years ago, he was fighting in the south," Kovicik said. "His troops were ambushed in the dense forests of Blanche, and the guerrillas stole a squadron's worth of supplies, weapons and ammunition. Fortunately, there were not many casualties, and everyone retreated safely. Everyone advised him that it was just a squadron's worth of supplies. The other side was a guerrilla group that roamed the mountains all year round. If they stole something today, they might have run away completely tomorrow and could not be chased back at all. Why bother?

"However, he ignored all these idle words. He gathered a group of elite soldiers and fought back into the jungle before dark. With the support of the air unit, he wiped out all the rebels who were trying to steal supplies and recovered all the supplies and weapons.

"Someone asked him if he knew the principle of not pursuing an enemy who is desperate. He sneered and asked in return: 'Do you have the virtue of being thrifty?' Someone else asked if it was worth taking such a risk for a few supplies. He said that he wanted everyone to know that Schiller's troops could not be robbed. He wanted all the rebels who had this idea to ask themselves when they met him: Is it worth taking such a risk for a few supplies?"

"Oh!" Trion frowned, "So it's a family tradition."

"After all, I have the same blood flowing in my body." Kovicik said, "Even if the other party is Mercury Needle, so what? She will always have to pay the price for her actions."

Trion couldn't help but look at Kovicik a little more. He really didn't expect that this man would have such a persistent side.

"Then I wish you good luck." Trion put his hand on his shoulder like an elder. "If the general's spirit in heaven sees this, he will also feel that he has a successor."

After seeing off Kovichik, Trion stood there for a while, looking unhappy. This was the first time he realized that Kovichik was not only petty, but also a bit sinister. He was different from those nobles who were arrogant. The latter were just arrogant, but Kovichik's personality was also full of a stubbornness that would never let go of any grievances - he even called it a virtue.

Fatima came down from upstairs and called Trion's name while standing on the stairs.

Trion looked up: "By the way, Fatima, go help me--"

He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence. Fatima was still waiting for him to continue: "How can I help you?"

"Ah, forget it," Trion waved his hand. It would be better not to let Fatima know about this. He could also use this opportunity to tip off Hesta and do him a favor. "Just do your thing. I'll do it myself."

"What exactly is going on……"

"Hey, what's going on?" Trion said, "Someone is going to be in trouble."