There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Xia had just returned to the royal city, and a bunch of people invited her to various banquets. Now she was busy with socializing, and no one was there to accompany her, so where did the relaxation she had just felt go? Come back soon, or he would be so worried that his hair would fall out...

In fact, as a time traveler, his mind is filled with state governance strategies from rulers of all ages and all over the world. The variety of these strategies is probably enough to solve the current predicament of the empire.

But the difficulty lies in where to start.

It's easy to talk about it in theory, just do what you want, but once you start, you'll find problems everywhere, and the original goal will be far away, not to mention the situation where he is the only one doing it.

Pfft!

He suddenly lay on his back on the soft bed, his whole body sinking directly into the quilt, covering his face with one hand, and after a long silence, he muttered to himself:

"It seems that I have to be a complete bad guy for once."

At this point, a strategy had already taken shape in Domi's mind. Although it was a bad idea in terms of human relations, it was definitely guaranteed to be efficient.

Anyway, I don't think I will have many opportunities to come to the royal city in the future, so I'll just offend him and leave the mess to Carlos to clean up.

I decided to go to bed early to recharge my energy for tomorrow.

-

The next day, the precious lark that had lived in the palace for a long time stood on a branch and sang a little song, but soon a drizzle began to fall from the sky and the lark flew away. However, Domi's biological clock still woke him up on time.

He collected his daily 'daily rewards' regardless of the weather, and put on the classic black suit that all the office workers in the palace, also known as civil servants, now wear.

He ties his tie meticulously, polishes his shoes, and stands in front of the mirror, looking at his appearance as a "fake civil servant."

"It's OK, just a little short." He pulled up his collar, "But no matter how short a person standing on the shoulders of power is, he is still a giant."

He walked out of the door holding a black umbrella, and under the surprised gazes of all passers-by, he came to the Empire's Intelligence Department, which was located in the largest, busiest and most heavily staffed palace inside the Imperial Palace.

At the door, two hidden masters stopped him. The raindrops hit their iron armor mercilessly, but they couldn't shake them at all:

"Stop, no one is allowed to enter the Imperial Intelligence Department."

But what would they do if he took out the Queen's permission letter?

"So it was the Queen's order. I'm sorry."

After successfully entering, he stood in front of the closed door. Bursts of noisy noises were coming from inside, and it seemed that they were very busy with their business.

But what does this have to do with him, Domi, the Queen's Envoy, the Third Young Master of Blofield, and the Prince Consort, Nick?

Domi raised his foot, and after a wave of power accumulation...

boom!

The door of the Intelligence Department was kicked open with a loud noise that drowned out all the conversations. Everyone stopped where they were, staring blankly at the door that slowly fell down and then banged shut. Then they looked up and saw Domi standing at the door.

"Hello, everyone." Dominic slowly put away his umbrella, bent down and touched his chest: "Let me introduce myself. From today on, the Intelligence Department is under my charge. You can call me - Dominic Intelligence Department Director."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with Mediterranean features touched his smooth scalp and began to reflect on himself. What did he do wrong...that the Queen wanted to send in a new minister?

In fact, the minister and the like are all bullshit.

The Queen's documents were only given to Domi to check freely in the Intelligence Department, but due to the charm of the text and Domi's impressive momentum, almost everyone felt that this was the case.

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

Chapter 188 New Department Strategic Deception Bureau

Chapter 188-187- New Department - Strategic Deception Bureau

The logistics department quickly delivered a brand new matching gate, and with the efforts of the accompanying craftsmen, the gate was fundamentally repaired. As for the one that had collapsed... it could only be sold as scrap.

The new and tightly closed door blocked out the noisy rain from outside, and the interior of the palace was eerily quiet at this moment.

The intelligence department is located in this palace, and the structure of this palace is very simple——

The largest space is the main hall that can be seen upon entering the door. It is filled with desks, office chairs and piles of documents filled with intelligence. Intelligence personnel work here.

The office lobby, let's call it that for now, is next to the toilet, which can provide employees with the fastest way to the toilet, reduce time waste, and enhance work efficiency...

Well, this is all nonsense. The main thing is that they have to concentrate highly and cannot be careless.

Moreover, a lot of information is related to each other, so the scene like the stock exchange appeared before Domi came in.

The position of the Minister of Intelligence is facing the gate. He has a desk very similar to the one used by the judge of the underworld. It is long and imposing. I can’t help but imagine how fun it would be to sit behind it and watch a group of people running around like ants.

Under everyone's suspicious and confused gazes, Domi walked through the desks and came in front of the Mediterranean Minister. At this moment, he was still sitting in his seat shamelessly, and it was obvious that he was unwilling to give up his seat.

Duomi tapped the table with his finger and said, "Mr. Former Minister, can you please get up now? Please don't delay everyone's work. Overtime is not a good culture."

The minister's expression became increasingly ugly, his nails digging into his palms as he clenched his fists, unwillingly saying:

"You can go, but before you go I just want to know one thing. What did I do wrong? I have been adhering to the principles of the Minister of Intelligence. I have not been involved in any political struggles. I work diligently every day, I do not deduct employees' wages, I do not drink, visit prostitutes, or embezzle. Who can be more competent than me!?"

As Domi listened, he nodded from time to time, looking as if he agreed with what he said. However, the moment he finished speaking, the wolf, who had been waiting for a long time, showed its fangs:

“As a public servant, you are indeed good, but as a minister, all of the above is what you should do, right? I don’t hear anything that is worth being proud of, right?

If you want to be the Minister of Intelligence, you must not get involved in political struggles. This is an iron rule and a rule. You must work diligently. If you don't work, do you dare to slack off? There are many people who don't deduct wages, don't drink, don't embezzle, and don't visit prostitutes. There are so many people who have such excellent virtues, just like me. "

While Domi was invisibly belittling the former minister, he also did not forget to elevate himself, which made Mediterranean so angry that he stomped his feet, and then he said angrily:

"Can a half-grown boy like you replace me? I really don't know what the Queen is thinking. No, I have to go talk to the Queen in person!"

As he said this, he was about to walk out of the 'Judge's Table' and head towards the door.

But how could Duomi give him this opportunity? That would be a direct exposure.

So he said in a leisurely and clear voice: "Since ancient times, the good talents have been put to good use, and the capable ones have been given the first place!"

The sudden momentum and the courage that was totally not supposed to belong to a child stunned everyone present, including Mediterranean who was halfway there. He turned around, only to find that Domi had already sat down in the seat that originally belonged to him.

"I can do better than you, so why can't I replace you? Tell me why? Is it because you are a few years older than me? Or because you have a few fewer hairs than me?"

"Pfft~"

Some people couldn't help laughing, but they were glared at by Mediterranean and quickly held their laughter back.

"Also, were you questioning the Queen's judgment? Oh~~ So you think you have better vision than the Queen? This is really a new thing. I wonder what kind of intriguing reaction the ministers and even the two above will have when they know about it~"

After hearing these words, there was already fear in Hai Di's eyes. Even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to confront the Queen again. In the end, he could only turn around and leave without looking back.

Domi finally let go of his worries, but only half of them. At least the first obstacle was cleared, making a perfect start.

He was already sitting comfortably in the seat under his buttocks, and it was time for him to get into the role. He waved his hand and said:

"Let's all go back to work, finish early and leave early."

At this point, someone will ask: "Don't we have to wait until the stipulated time to get off work?"

"From today on, we should pursue efficient work rather than simply wasting time.

In other words, you can leave work when you finish the work at hand. In return, you have to do your work with high quality. Do you understand?"

No need to work overtime, and can get off work early, the buffs are fully stacked.

Everyone immediately became enthusiastic: "Understood!!"

The sound was so loud that Mediterranean, who had already walked some distance, could hear it, making him feel even more like a clown. He gritted his teeth and walked faster and faster...

In the intelligence department, other people are responsible for collecting and organizing various types of information coming from all over the place, then extracting the essence and condensing it before handing it over to the minister.

The minister needs to review the intelligence, determine whether it is valuable, and then pass it on to those who need it.

On the second floor of the palace, except for a few staff dormitories, most of the space is actually for homing pigeons. These flying and smart little birds have always been loved by people, and the transmission of information depends on their hard work.

Domi just needs to sit here and wait patiently for his subordinates to deliver the sorted documents.

Soon, three documents arrived in succession, concerning last autumn's agricultural harvest, the war on the front line, and the border defense plan.

The harvest of agricultural products is getting higher every year, but the tax revenue remains the same.

"It seems that farmers are getting richer, which is a good thing~"

After reading it, he put the document in the "valuable" area so that he could show it to his superiors as a performance report in the future.

Although I fought for this position, if I do well, maybe I will have a chance to become a real minister in the future, right? I still have to do what I should do, and do it with all my heart.

On to the next file.

Currently, the empire's front line has advanced to the vicinity of the Central Plains. After destroying the last small neighboring country, the new border of the Lionheart Empire will be able to border the six countries in the Central Plains, making it a super overlord that unifies the southeast of the continent.

The main content of this document is actually the commander's report on launching an attack on the final target. Apart from being able to predict the above point, it is of no use at all and is thrown into the "worthless" zone.

The last document interested Domi.

As the empire continued to annex other countries, its territory expanded and its borders were lengthened, requiring more soldiers to guard the borders.

But most of the imperial soldiers are on the front lines, so a weak border defense is inevitable. It is only even weaker now.

If the opponent who is about to be destroyed wants to turn the tables, the only way out is to unite with other forces and conduct tóu tóu tǐ

Then they would fight their way through the hinterland and force the front-line troops to retreat, thus giving the motherland a chance to breathe.

In Domi's opinion, the current border defense plan is completely unqualified, or it can be said that it is a shoddy work that the border defense commander has no intention of working on. However, there is also a possibility that a good cook really cannot cook without rice, and without soldiers, the border defense cannot be well defended.

This doesn't mean there is really no solution. There is always a way if you think about it.

"Hey, someone."

The man sitting closest to Domi came over immediately and asked, "What do you want, Minister?"

“Who is in charge of border strategy?”

"It's Prime Minister Simon Bolivar..."

Domi picked up the document and said to the man, "Take me there."

"As ordered."

Come to the left hall, the palace on the left side of the palace where the throne is located.

This department was equivalent to the cabinet of the ancient dynasty in the previous life. Unlike the intelligence department, the minister and his subordinates worked together, the "Grand Secretaries" discussed countermeasures in a separate room, and the real boss had his own office.

dong dong dong-

Domi knocked gently on the door. The man who had been in charge of leading the way had been 'sent back' by him and was exempted from the workload of two documents.

"Please come in."

A slightly sharp middle-aged male voice came from inside. Domi pushed the door open and saw the man sitting on the large solid wood chair at first sight.

He has a long and pointed face, is tall and thin, has short, slightly curly hair, sunken eye sockets, deep eyes, and M-shaped bangs. He seems to be at risk of going bald.

He is Simon Bolivar, the chief advisor to the emperor's 'cabinet', a player who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the beastly prime minister.

Second to none, above ten thousand others, in this era, in this empire, this is him.

"A strange face, but I seem to have seen it before. Whose child are you?"

Domi performed the etiquette that only people of equal status could perform to him. Simon raised his eyebrows. He didn't think the child in front of him was of the same status as him.

"It's normal that the Prime Minister doesn't know me. After all, it's only my first day as the new Minister of Intelligence."

"Where's Joe?"

"The former minister has voluntarily stepped down."

“Why didn’t I receive the relevant transfer order?”

"Because that was a direct decree from the Queen. The Queen shouldn't need to go through the Prime Minister to do things, right? Well, Prime Minister, don't look at my young age, my status is set in stone, so let's talk business first."

Simon nodded for the moment. He didn't seem to care much about the young minister and even thought it was a joke. "So what exactly does the new minister have to do on this trip?"

Domi sat down opposite Simon naturally, took out the border defense plan document from his briefcase, and handed it to Simon:

"Does the Prime Minister have any impression of this document?"

Simon glanced up and down, recalled, and then nodded: "I have some impression, but I didn't ask too much."

"Why? Border affairs can be done better."

"That would waste even more manpower and resources. Currently, most of the supplies are in the hands of the frontline corps. The border guards already have less supplies, troops, and food. If they continue to mobilize them blindly, wouldn't it be difficult to guarantee their normal life and combat effectiveness?"

"What if it's not a blind move?" Domi's words overturned all the negative consequences Simon had just listed:

"I have a plan. I wonder if the Prime Minister would be willing to listen to what I, the new minister, have to say?"

The two stood up and walked to the huge map of the main continent hanging on the wall. To the west of the empire, the conquered small countries were marked with small yellow flags. The small yellow flags were densely packed along the west side, leaving only a small blank piece of land, representing the last free country.

Duomi picked up a small pole and drew a line in the northern part of XJ territory: "If you want to launch a sneak attack, this is the only possibility."

Simon nodded, it was a fact that everyone knew.