Arknights, are you a good person?

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In the council of Karaton City, one issue after another was voted on, and some were passed or some were not, but all the councillors were waiting for the truly explosive issue.

“About how to solve the problem of infected people occupying the factory.”

Bechman walked onto the stage in the middle, and the junior MPs who had been arranged long ago began to mobilize people to scatter pieces of paper. The snow-white paper fell like snowflakes, which was very spectacular. This was the tradition of the Victorian Parliament. If the chief MP was eloquent and could hold his own in verbal battles with the opposition, those who supported the bill would throw the remaining blank minutes paper when the MP left the scene to show their strength.

Bechmann's move was basically the same as opening a large bottle of champagne in advance and declaring victory after taking the stage.

"Cough cough."

He waved his hand and said, "This city already has too many wounds that need to be healed. I really don't want to create another rift. If someone must go and negotiate with these thugs who occupied the factory, let me do it."

Tianhuo looked at it and shook his head: "This is really a despicable political show. Sooner or later, there will be consequences."

drop drop~

The warning interrupted Bechmann's political show. He looked up unhappily at the red light spinning around in the conference room, feeling very unhappy.

The alarm came at a really bad time, interrupting his show-off.

"This sound means... there are unidentified ships approaching the city of Karaton. What's going on?" He was about to listen more carefully, but the alarm suddenly stopped, replaced by a deep male voice that sounded extremely anxious.

"I haven't driven this ship for a long time, and the newly upgraded city defense system didn't even recognize it." The other side complained.

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

Hearing this voice, all the parliamentarians immediately stood up and listened to the great voice.

"This alarm is really annoying. Did it scare you?"

"..."

All the councillors looked at each other in bewilderment. Only the 150-year-old scholar was extremely surprised: "Why did Duke Godoting suddenly say such an unfamiliar Yan country word? Or is it a respectful title that is only used in equal communication?"

"Humph."

He looked back and saw Tianhuo smiling proudly, with an expression that said she had finally arrived. It was obvious that her student knew something... but she wouldn't say it.

"Not coming?"

The other end hummed in confusion, then shouted, "Bechman!"

"Your Majesty the Duke."

Bechmann immediately lowered his head. The count, who had been so high-spirited just now, bent down with great respect to a trumpet. The scene was very funny.

"Your recent work is really good, so we reward you to come to the city hub to do the reception work... Congratulations, this honor is not something that everyone can enjoy, and it may be recorded in the history of Victoria." Godoting said on the opposite side, and seemed to nod as he spoke.

"really?"

Beichman was stunned, then nodded repeatedly: "I will prepare the guard of honor right away!"

He had thrown all the laws to exclude infected people and personal negotiations out of his mind. The Duke was the most important!

506: Identity Reversal

"Answer the phone..."

On the way to pick up the Grand Duke, Bechmann drove at full speed, fearing that the Duke might be waiting for him, while he was on the phone trying to contact the young gang representative.

But to his surprise, the other party did not answer the phone at all, as if he had suddenly disappeared at this critical juncture.

"These damned rednecks!"

Count Bechman gnashed his teeth, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the phone slightly exposed: "If they can't come on call and enforce discipline, what's the point of this gang's existence?"

"Fortunately, my nephew is the police chief of Caraton City."

"Catch these gangsters first. Don't let the incidents they cause disturb the Duke's pleasure... Why did the Duke come at this time instead of earlier or later?"

Of course, how could the far-sighted Grand Duke make a mistake?

Bechmann firmly believed that even if he was wrong, it was his fault, the fault of the city councilors, and the fault of those Syracuse country bumpkins.

He hurriedly changed his number and communicated with his nephew. After receiving the military order to "guarantee the completion of the mission", Bechmann breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the ship docking station in Karaton City without even having time to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Huh...huh..."

The driver of the special car was very confused and looked at the Earl furtively. He clearly drove himself here, so why did the passenger look so breathless and looked more tired than if he had run a marathon?

If riding in a car is so tiring, then isn't it a waste of time to drive the car?

"Has the honor guard arrived? Get a few mounted police from Karaton Field, preferably from the Kuranta tribe. Ponies are always more energetic..."

Bechmann gave the orders.

Gradually, a magnificent ship appeared on the horizon, with its extremely ancient decorative sails fully unfolded and its huge chimney pointing straight to the sky, releasing thick black smoke, like a giant beast crawling on the ground.

In the days when the utilization rate of Originium engines was not that high, the billowing smoke was a sign of the arrival of the Grand Duke's guards.

Now, these things only serve the purpose of ceremonial and muscle-flexing.

"They even brought their ancestral land-speeder here. Who on earth is the Duke going to meet this time?"

Bechmann said to himself:

"Could it be that you want to give me a new title?"

He was overjoyed and started to have unrealistic fantasies.

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It took about half an hour from the thick smoke rising from the horizon to the huge ship approaching the city of Karaton. When Bechmann saw the Duke himself standing on the top of the ship with a ceremonial sword on his waist, he couldn't help but straighten his chest.

"A lot of people..."

On the deck, in addition to the Duke's personal guards, there was a dense crowd of people. Judging from the various devices they held, they were reporters from major newspapers. All the media within the Duke's fiefdom were called in, and the branches of several famous newspapers in Victoria also sent reporters.

Bechmann was amazed and said in detail:

"The Guardian, the Times, the Daily Telegraph... these are all big media outlets in Victoria. How come even The Sun is here? Don't they only report pornographic news? Even the covers are all scantily clad film girls."

Something's wrong, something really isn't right.

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he had not put on more formal clothes.

The ship is getting closer...

Bechmann suddenly discovered that there were some incompatible mechanical equipment piled on the other side of the deck, and they looked somewhat... familiar.

“Why does it look so similar to the equipment in my factory?”

Bechmann talked to himself, extremely confused.

As for the possibility that the Syracuse gang that accepted the mission could be connected with the Grand Duke, Bechman had never thought about it. Even if he thought about it, he would have regarded it as nonsense.

"Why does it look more and more familiar..."

Bechmann muttered to himself, becoming even more confused.

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Stop the ship and connect.

The city of Karaton slowly opened, like a giant mouth, calmly swallowing the ceremonial ship and fitting it together tightly.

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

Bechmann excitedly stepped forward and cooperated very well by posing for the best photo. If the reporter had taken a picture at that moment, he would have been able to capture the harmonious scene of the Duke and his subordinate, the Count, being as close as a family.

"What are you going to do?"

Duke Godottin glanced at him, instantly killing Bechmann's thoughts.

"Where is that gentleman?"

Duke Godoting looked around with his hands on his awning: "The etiquette of Yan Country is indeed strange and confusing, but through those gray hats, we have been in spiritual communication for a long time."

The Duke simply skipped over Bechmann, as if he didn't exist, which was not a good sign.

"We can't let the reporters report that the Duke condescended to wait for others and the news that it took a long time to arrive appeared in Londinium..."

Fortunately, three figures soon appeared at the end of the road.

The Duke was not made to wait too long. The current waiting time could be explained by the time difference, which was basically equivalent to arriving at the same time, revealing an unspoken tacit understanding.

"That's really wise." Duke Godottin breathed a sigh of relief.

"?!"

Bechmann was suddenly stunned. He was overwhelmed by doubt and shock. His body shook three times and he took several steps back.

Is this the person the Duke wants to see?

Why does it look so familiar? !

Bechman saw the gang contact who had been in contact with him. He was wearing a majestic black and red official robe, holding a bronze scepter with intricate patterns, and walked slowly towards him step by step, showing his solemnity.

"Mr. Qi Yuan." Gao Duoting walked forward and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Gao Duoting." Qi Yuan also quickened his pace, emphasizing the importance of treating everyone equally.

"The Yan Kingdom's envoys haven't come to Victoria for hundreds of years. I have only heard some anecdotes about the Yan Kingdom's envoys from my great-grandfather's description. I also have a glass vase from Yan Kingdom in my room."

“It’s been too long.”

"Hahaha..." Qi Yuan wanted to say something in return, but found that he couldn't think of anything at all, so he nodded and laughed dryly.

The two high-ranking men came together and shook hands like old friends.

The reporters who followed got off the boat and immediately set up a tripod, surrounding the scene and capturing this precious scene. The flash lights kept flashing, capturing this precious photo from all angles.

"..."

Bechmann was stunned for a long time, then suddenly turned around.

All the reporters went to take pictures of Qi Yuan and Duke Godoting, and he was excluded from the crowd, with his back to them.

His forehead was covered with dense beads of cold sweat.

"This……"

507: Qi Yuan's photo fell into Tracy's hands (3 more)

Bechman still couldn't accept the current situation.

To be precise, he just felt a reasonable sense of strangeness.

This makes no sense.

How could a man who had been hanging out with low-level gangsters for a long time and driving his family like his own arm suddenly transform himself into someone who shook hands and chatted happily with the Duke, like a real brother?

This is obviously not in line with common sense.

"Either I'm crazy, or the earth is crazy." Bechmann muttered to himself with a dazed look in his eyes.

Qi Yuan and Gao Duoting were still communicating cordially.

Bechmann was trying to calm himself down, comforting himself that maybe they just looked alike, or maybe it was a matter of race, just like he couldn't tell what the Ursus people in military uniforms looked like.

however--

Following the large group of reporters came the Duke's guards who were transporting the goods. They drove forklifts to bring down the equipment fixed in wooden crates one by one, allowing Bechmann to observe the equipment up close.

When he saw this, he was completely dumbfounded.

These are all the equipment in his factory! There is also his signature written by himself when the factory started. At that time, this was the Earl's expectation for the future of the factory. Now it has become a sharp sword, stabbing Bechman's eyes again and again, causing him to feel a sharp pain all over his body.

"Ah this..."

The expectations of the past have now become blatant evidence of guilt.

"The meeting is over."

Duke Godottin waved his hand, signaling the reporters present to stop filming: "Below is Victoria's Secret. Be careful of the secret police knocking on the door."

These words were more useful than any threat. Qi Yuan withdrew his hand and nodded with great regret.

After all, this is not modern Britain, where nobles have absolute power, the kind of power that allows them to decide life and death. As a grand duke with a lot of land, he doesn't need to care about what reporters think.

"That'll do."

Godoting nodded with satisfaction, turned around and shouted, "Bechman, come here!"