Arknights, are you a good person?

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Feeling desperate, Bechmann lay on the ground and began to roll forward, trying to make the Duke laugh by playing the role of a clown, and to let the matter go.

"what are you doing?"

Gao Duoting's face was as cold as frost: "Don't you think you haven't embarrassed me enough?"

"me……"

Bechman's face turned red and he almost lowered his head into his crotch.

Duke Godoting ignored his embarrassment and turned to Qi Yuan: "Mr. Qi Yuan, how about we go to the meeting hall to try this guy? Do you have a means of transportation?"

Riding in the same car to show close relationship is also part of political propaganda.

Qi Yuan nodded and rubbed the bronze bracelet gently. The space fluctuated, and the jeep hung with various complicated decorations fell on the road, and the air suspension shook up and down.

"The magic of Yan Nation is indeed as magical as my great-grandfather described."

Duke Godotin nodded, gave a formal compliment, sat in the co-pilot seat, waved his hand gently, and Bechmann walked over like a zombie.

Duke Godoting sat in the passenger seat, while Qi Yuan, who only knew how to drift, drove the car.

Bechman was sandwiched between Exia and Texas in the back seat, sitting in the suspect seat. His face was ashen, and his lips were dry and cracked because he didn't know how to lick them.

"I……"

"Bechman, if you have anything to say, let's go to the meeting room. I really want to ask you, how does it feel to send the successor to the crown prince's tutor and the head of all officials from Yan country like sending a gangster?"

Godoting must have read a lot of satirical novels when he was a child. He shook his head and said, "If it were me, it would be worth it even if I died."

"My Lord, but I don't want to die."

The most terrifying thing was that his plea for mercy was like air dropped to the ground and received no response.

Everyone ignored Bechmann.

"Woo..."

He couldn't help crying and started shivering in the back seat, but still no one paid any attention to him.

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The lawmakers were puzzled.

Why did Bechman go out with such high spirits, but come back so soon in disgrace? He didn't care about any bills anymore. He sat on the ground, and suddenly his hair became disheveled.

"What's going on here?"

Tianhuo became even more proud when he saw his teacher asking questions in confusion.

Not long after Bechman walked in in a daze, two other people walked in shoulder to shoulder.

All the members of parliament stood up immediately, and the voices of "Your Excellency the Duke" were heard everywhere.

"Quiet."

Duke Godoting and Qi Yuan stood side by side. "Today's events are somewhat ridiculous. Let Mr. Qi Yuan preside over this trial. I remember you said on the way that you also work as a part-time judge."

"really."

Qi Yuan nodded, and in a friendly manner he took out the gavel, frowning and saying, "Bechman, do you admit your guilt?"

Highlight the person who holds the power of heaven.

Count Bechmann shrank back suddenly, his defense completely broken.

Tianhuo and the teacher looked at the situation in front of them. The teacher suddenly realized and asked his apprentice in a low voice: "Miss Monbelan, is this young man your backup plan?"

"Humph!"

Tianhuo nodded proudly and reservedly, and then he said to himself in confusion: "Why didn't I realize that Qi Yuan has such a serious temperament before?"

The temperament of a high-ranking person who can decide life and death in a single thought.

"The verdict is here!"

Qi Yuan struck the gavel.

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The news that a senior official from Yan Country was visiting Victoria exploded like an Originium dirty bomb, instantly sweeping across Victoria's top brass.

"Who wouldn't want such an ally that has huge influence but will never interfere? How did it end up in Godoting's fiefdom?" Yan State is well-known for its isolation.

"Godotin's fiefdom is in the south of Victoria, and it doesn't border Yan Country."

"interesting."

“Only the weak use external things as a pretext.”

Some people are envious, some are puzzled, and some are dismissive.

The front-page headlines of the Times were hawked everywhere in the capital, Londinium, and Qi Yuan’s face entered the memories of many people for a time. Among these people, of course, was the Sarkaz Military Committee that occupied the capital.

"General..."

Adjutant Manfred was very confused. The supreme leader of the Sarkaz Military Committee, Regent Lord Tresis, had been frowning since breakfast. He held the front-page photo of the Times and looked at it for a long time.

That was a photo of Qi Yuan, the envoy of Yan State.

"I am fine."

Regent Tracy crumpled Qi Yuan's photo into pieces and let them fly into the wind. General Tracy's brows were still furrowed.

"I'm just a little confused."

The general placed his hand on the hilt of the huge sword: "Inform all of my people that war is coming again."

"Yes, General."

508: There is only one human being...?

"You are the only one among the cold and wise Gods of the last age who treats the whole world as a chessboard?"

"Yes, I am the only one."

Closing his eyes, the scene came vividly to his mind. Tracy remembered that it was drizzling that day, and at the foot of the huge statue, he met a hooded man without any racial characteristics.

In that transaction, Tracy obtained the terrifyingly powerful Shard, which hung high in the center of Londinium. It was so powerful that it was enough to shock the entire Terra and make all countries adjust the direction of their weapons development.

"Why is there another one?"

What kind of inheritance did this man named Qi Yuan bring with him, and what kind of agreement did he sign with the grand dukes around him?

It seems that Qi Yuan is not deeply bound to the grand dukes. Of course, this may also be a smokescreen. The worst outcome in Tracys' mind is that the grand dukes' armies are armed with incredible technology and, under the command of a wise chess player, launch an attack on Londinium.

"..."

Tracys thought silently. From beginning to end, his hands were on the sword at his waist, as if there was always a strike brewing.

At this moment, even if an Ursus internal guard stood in front of him, he would be cut in half by Tracys.

The adjutant noticed Tracy's silence.

"General..."

Manfred was extremely worried and felt a lot of pressure. He also felt a chill. He tightened his leather cloak and stood in front of the window, looking to the south.

That was the direction of Duke Godottin's territory, and probably where the general's pressure came from.

"Qi Yuan."

Manfred murmured to himself, also repeating the name.

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"Come on, Count Bechmann, oh no, it's Commoner Bechmann. Your title has been taken back and will not be used until more than ten years later. If you choose among your distant relatives, perhaps none of them will have your last name."

"..."

Bechman heard the laughter coming from behind him, but he didn't even have the courage to turn around and glare.

The trial in Karaton City soon came to a conclusion.

Just like before, Bechmann, who had become a civilian, was sent to the factory to calm the workers' "anger", but even a fool knew that this was absolutely different from the previous plan, as could be seen from Bechmann's lead-filled steps.

Duke Godoting highly appreciated Mr. Qi Yuan's methods.

"I saw this guy's ugly appearance as soon as I arrived in Victoria. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Duke Godotin held out his wine glass and said, "I hope this doesn't affect your impression of Victoria. Take a closer look. Our Duke is actually quite kind, isn't he?"

"It really is."

Qi Yuan nodded and casually agreed with a few words.

Watching Bechmann walking towards the factory step by step as if his legs were filled with lead, Godoting and Qi Yuan started talking about business.

"I also know that your Yan Country has always been mysterious. Now that you are in Victoria, I believe you have a general understanding of the situation in Londinium."

"You mean the capital was occupied by the Sarkaz?"

"You guys really know it."

The Yan State didn't know much about this, and didn't even care about Victoria's change of dynasty from the Drake Dynasty to the Aslan Dynasty. But it didn't matter, as long as Qi Yuan knew it.

"Yan Country will not take any action."

He knew what Godotin wanted to ask, so he sold him a piece of information: "According to my personal understanding, Ursus is also deeply caught up in the vortex of reform. The contradiction between the new emperor and the old nobles has become apparent, and they don't have the energy to take advantage of the opportunity to start a war."

"It is said that Yan Country is isolated in the east of Terra and indifferent to the outside world. Now it seems that is not entirely true."

Godoting nodded. He was already very satisfied to hear this information.

He turned around and looked at the empty factory. Even if Bechman walked slowly, he had already entered the factory. The thick and indissoluble shadow swallowed him up almost in an instant.

Not even a bone.

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Let the workers solve their own problems.

Anyway, public morality will not run away, and pretending to hide one's achievements and fame will be more touching.

Qi Yuan stayed until the next afternoon and visited the street lamps that were used as pendants by Bechman and his sheriff's nephew. They were beaten black and blue and had multiple fractures all over their bodies. The reason they didn't die was purely because the workers considered the impact.

Of course, there is also the element of toughness that is unique to the Terrans.

"What a shame! This guy should be kept hanging for a few more days."

A passing infected person spat, and the spit landed squarely on Bechman's face, which was the ultimate insult. However, Bechman was delighted by what the workers said.

Does this mean that he can leave soon?

This unlucky day is finally coming to an end.

"He should be hung for a few more days, but the people who came to take him in have been waiting outside for a long time, waiting to send him to prison. At most he can be hung for two or three days. Once he is released, he will be taken to prison."

They connect well.

On the other side, Qi Yuan took his people to attend two diplomatic receptions. The first was a traditional Victorian night party, and the other was a "morning tea party" organized by Godoting based on the customs of the Yan State. When Qi Yuan got up in the morning, he ate a thick Gallic cream stew and immediately felt like there was a layer of putty in his throat.

If you are not able to do it, you don’t have to do it.

Seeing Tianhuo finish a plate of stew and still have the energy to drink tea from tea bags with condensed milk and sugar cubes, looking like he was enjoying it, Qi Yuan felt a deep alienation.

"When I return to Longmen, I'll send you something good."

Qi Yuan patted Tianhuo's shoulder and said earnestly: "Sister, you really have never eaten good food."

"I just love Darjeeling tea bags."

Tianhuo didn't appreciate it at all and replied calmly. She was also very terrified of the state that Qi Yuan described: "the tea leaves are not wrapped in anything, floating around in the pot."

This guy must have secretly opened tea bags when he was a child, chewed the broken pieces inside the tea bags, and was left with psychological trauma.

Tianhuo denied it repeatedly, saying loudly no and turned his head away.

She changed the subject and said, "Although Cheng Shan was filled with righteous indignation, she still covered her eyes and ran away when Bei Ximan was beaten with a stick. Now she is setting up her own shop. Don't you want to go and say goodbye?"

"Why say goodbye? I'm her boss's boss."

Qi Yuan's brazen words once again refreshed Tianhuo's cognition. She asked in confusion: "Why didn't I know that Cheng Shan had joined a gang or held an official position in Yan Country?"

"Do you think I only have these two identities?"