Doctor Amnesiac, but not completely amnesiac

For an emperor who was once full of ambition, invincible, and determined to transform the entire country, what could be more cruel than watching his country regress back to the state it was in before he ascended the throne?

Qiao Yelan was not interested in whether Dongguo could exist independently. He just wanted to punish the betrayer.

Killing is never important, what is important is to destroy the heart.

Chapter 35 Invitation

This time, Qiao Yelan came to the Castle of the Holy Eagle as Kosice's special envoy. He had a political invitation, so they could not just find a hotel to stay in, but went to the official guesthouse of Ursus.

As soon as the convoy arrived, someone visited the room where Qiao Yelan was staying.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Qiao Yelan, the chief administrative officer appointed by Grand Duke Kosice?"

Qiao Yelan raised his eyebrows. This guy was really honest in the title he gave himself.

"it's me."

"I am Colonel Yefim Belekov. Lieutenant General Anatoly invites you to attend an important meeting at his villa on the Okhta River at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

An invitation was handed over.

"Private meeting, or—"

"It's a group meeting of the government. Many officials will be present. You can go with your guards, but the security inside the villa will be the responsibility of His Excellency the Lieutenant General."

The man nodded and took the invitation.

"Please tell the general that I will arrive on time."

"Then I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye."

The other party's style of doing things was not at all sloppy. After handing over the invitation, he left immediately.

Qiao Yelan opened the invitation, which had beautiful cursive handwriting on it and did not reveal the content of the meeting. It seemed like it was just an invitation for him to attend a luncheon.

[Why is this guy hosting the meeting? He is not among the people who invited me. ]

"Anatole Romanov, the son of Grand Duke Nicholas. Ever since he defended the Holy Eagle Castle against the rebels, Grand Duke Nicholas has become the leader of the nobles. He has always been against his brother Vladimir's actions, and therefore has always been hostile to Speaker Witte of the Ursus Parliament, who was supported by the late emperor."

Qiao Yelan accurately gave the other party's name.

"The new emperor, Fyodor, has just come to power and his prestige is unstable. He and Witte have joined hands to barely compete with Grand Duke Nicholas. It is true that none of the people who invited you are related to him, but the nobles have already lined up. Either it is His Majesty the Emperor or this Grand Duke Regent who is in name only."

[So you mean that this matter was actually pushed by Nikola? ]

"I'm afraid he might not be the only one. If it was Nicholas who pushed for this, he probably wouldn't have invited you to send someone to participate. You probably forgot the title of [Vice King of Siberia], but to be honest, your vice kingship covers nearly a quarter of the land area of ​​the Ursus Empire."

[Yes, but there are no roads, no mobile city-states, and even the capital can only be considered a village. I don’t know if the population, taxes, and material output have reached even one percent of Ursus, and it’s the kind that can’t be collected at all. If it weren’t for a few mines, I probably wouldn’t even be able to maintain my own mansion. ]

Kosice choked back in annoyance.

This title was given to her by the newly enthroned Emperor of Ursus shortly after the Nightmare Khan's expedition ended. At that time, Koschei, on behalf of the newly established Ursus Empire, inserted boundary markers at the junction of other borders - but she ran all the way to the border between Dayan and the East Country, and actually marked out a large piece of frozen wasteland.

The emperor at that time was speechless. It would be fine if they occupied usable land, but the problem was that there were no people there, no roads, and in many places there was not even any arable land. There were even some messy things coming from the north from time to time, so it was better to find someone to explore the area, and most of the wasteland and tundra were allocated to Koschei as a fiefdom.

[But it’s also true that I have always been labeled a royalist. Those nobles should see me as an alien. Nicholas shouldn’t and doesn’t need to drag me into this.]

"The caravan at Babel Tower has not received any relevant information. The truth may not be known until we reach Anatoly's villa. I'll ask in advance. If there is a problem with this matter and I have to intervene to help or obstruct it, what is your attitude?"

[I said I don't care. No matter if it's the nobles, the parliament, or the little emperor, these people are too far from Vladimir. If that person was still alive and gave me an order, I would be willing to think about it. As for these guys - it's ridiculous! ]

Kosice sneered.

[You can disgust everyone equally. I gave you this name, so no matter what you do, I will support you - to put it bluntly, what can they do to me? Territory or reputation, what does it mean to me? ]

Qiao Yelan nodded.

Now it all depends on how we react tomorrow.

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In a luxurious villa, the heating temperature was so high that people were sweating slightly. Yefim was standing beside an oval long table, confirming information with the clerk.

"How many paper tapes have you prepared?"

"Eight hours."

"It's too long, cut it in half."

"Yes."

slam-la-

The sound of dishes breaking came from the dining room outside the door. A maid was lying on the ground, trying frantically to pick up the broken pieces and put them back on the tray.

A trace of gloom appeared on the colonel's face. When he walked out of the conference room, those who wanted to help him in the restaurant suddenly became silent. The maid also knelt on the ground, not even daring to raise her head.

The villa's housekeeper rushed in and met Yefim's gaze.

“Are there enough?”

"I believe we have enough numbers."

"Do you believe it, or are you sure?"

"I am sure."

Yefim nodded.

"Calculate the losses, ask her to pay compensation, and give me another report - don't let me see her in the villa again."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The air seemed to start flowing again, and the servants around began to help pack up.

Yefim walked to the hallway, and the secretary who had just arrived handed him a full briefcase.

He walked back to the conference room with his briefcase, which contained ten identical documents.

When they walked into the restaurant, the maid who was still cleaning saw Yefim and tried to get up in panic. Finally, she was picked up by the housekeeper and staggered away.

But Yefim ignored it. He just walked into the conference room, closed the door, and placed documents on each seat.

dong dong dong.

"Sir, the guard said the first group of guests have arrived and the car will be here soon."

"I see."

Yefim came out in a hurry. He was also responsible for welcoming the guests before the owner of the villa arrived.

A muddy car stopped. It was obvious that the car had traveled a long distance and didn't even have time to wash itself before rushing to attend the meeting.

The serial number on the license plate tells everyone the origin of the car.

One of the vassal states of the Ursus Empire, the Governorate of East Casimir.

Chapter 36 Opening

The car stopped, and the guards opened the door and two people got out of the car.

They walked into the hallway and saw Yefim coming to greet them.

"Hello, Colonel. I am Valentin Viktorov, Minister of State of the East Casimir Governorate."

"Hello, Your Excellency, I am Yefim Berekov, General Anatoly's secretary. We have met before."

"Yes, long time no see."

The soldier who was signing the registration book also stood up and shook hands with Yefim.

"Long time no see, Yefim."

"Long time no see, His Excellency Minister of War Andre."

Only after Valentin had signed did Yefim politely extend his hand to invite him.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your hard work. I am sure you will find something good in the restaurant to soothe your tired bodies. If you need anything else, please let me know immediately."

"I just hope there's some Gallic wine. Damn it, why did they kill them so cleanly back then?"

The two men walked towards the restaurant, and Yefim quickly came over, picked up the registration book, tore off the signed paper, then tore off the two engraved papers below, and handed it to the confused liaison officer.

"Take it away, and everyone who comes in next won't need to keep a record."

"Yes, sir."

Yefim folded the paper in his hand, threw it into the fireplace beside him, and smiled again.

The sound of the car engine could be heard again.

A wealthy and extremely arrogant man walked in, perfectly fitting everyone's stereotype of aristocrats - fat and bloated, self-proclaimed noble.

"Oh, Yefim, I'm so glad you're hosting this party. I can't wait."

"Thank you for your compliment, Your Excellency the Chancellor of the Exchequer."

Igor Ulrich loosened his collar and the door behind him opened again.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you, Alexander. Looks like we'll have a rare opportunity to work together again."

"I'd rather not see you, Igor."

The tall and thin Alexander Ivanov did not look well. As the secretary general of Speaker Witte, he was quite disgusted with Igor, the aristocratic finance minister - even though they had graduated from the University of the Holy Eagle Castle together.

"I am Yefim Berekov, welcome, Your Excellency the Secretary General."

"No need for formalities—Anatole isn't here yet, is he?"

"The General should be here soon."

Alexander sneered.

"Yes, right away. He will never show up before all the guests are here. It's his 'self-esteem'."

After saying this, he walked in without even looking at Yefim and Igor.

"Still the same."

The Chancellor shrugged and also walked towards the restaurant.

Yefim continued to wait for the guests.

This time, the two people who came out of the hallway were both wearing suits, but they looked like two different types of people.

"Oleg Smirnov."

The man looked serious.

"Egor Telekin, I am the Minister of Labor of the Empire."

Man with a flattering smile

"Welcome, Your Honor, Mr. Minister."

Yefim shook hands with them one by one and invited them to the restaurant.

Oleg's pace was so fast that Yegor had to jog to catch up.

"Hello, Judge Oleg, I think you probably don't remember me, I am -"

"Egor Telekin, you not only introduced yourself just now, but I also remember you. Compared with the previous fat pig who had difficulty walking, you, as a minister, at least look and act more like a human being. Thank you for reducing the workload of our Ministry of Justice - at least in the area of ​​free labor arbitration."

Oleg said without turning his head.

"Oh, what an honor, you still remember me..."

But the judge quickened his pace again because he saw the person he was looking for.

Yegor stopped tactfully, picked up a glass of wine from the table beside him, smiled again, and continued to introduce himself to other guests.

Oleg walked up to Alexander.

"Mr. Secretary General, do you know what the real content of this meeting is?"

"I'm sorry, I just received a notice to attend the meeting - but the people who came were more uncomfortable than the others."

Alexander looked around and saw that everyone was either a noble or an officer.

"I hate going to political meetings because when I do, they either want to overturn the laws I defend or they want me to write a new [menu] for them to enjoy."

Oleg was clearly in a bad mood.

"These guys never understand the word 'legal'. To them, the law is just a thin layer of ice that can be melted at any time by their eyes burned by money."