Leaving the den of the evil insect believers, Powell continued to wander around the Cold Wind City. He was a secret agent affiliated with the Office of Supervision, and his direct boss was El, the old butler of the Long-Legs family, an old and confused man who seemed to be dizzy.
This was what Old El looked like more than ten years ago. If Powell still retains some respect for anyone in Cold Wind City, it must be this old butler of the family who "seems to die at any time, but never dies".
The Family Supervision Office is located to the west of Cold Wind City, sandwiched between the civilian area and the dock area. A tall fortress similar to a military camp was built here, and the number of official personnel inside has always been a mystery.
Walking into the street where the Supervisory Office is located, the magic mark on Powell's body will confirm with the 'ring of vigilance' that is always there. The guard at the gate of the Supervisory Fortress took a glance and let him in.
Walls, corridors, partitions, and simple architectural forms constitute a complex space in the Inspectorate. Powell must pass a series of identity checks before he can enter the core Inspector General's Office.
The chief's room is always dark and cold. It is said that it is because Old El is too old and is afraid of the sun. Every time Powell comes here, he will curse - if he is old, shouldn't he like to bask in the sun?
The chief's attendant received Powell, recorded his request for a meeting, and asked him to wait in the dark room outside the chief's house for a while. Each dark room was separate to ensure that visitors would not encounter each other.
Sitting in the dark room, Powell took the opportunity to collect his thoughts. The current situation in Coldwind City was a bit confusing, like a volcano about to erupt, and like an elephant that was aging rapidly.
As the family controller, Cronfield Longlegs has not appeared in public for more than a year. It is rumored that he is seriously ill and will be summoned to the Kingdom of God by the Frost Goddess.
The family left two heirs. The eldest son Phils had absolute power and was almost unshakable. However, the wizard group and a large number of powerful people in the city obviously had different ideas, so the second son Marbury, who had always been left alone, was pushed out.
This was a situation where everyone was cautious and constantly tested the limits of all parties, but it was disturbed by the external forces of the Black Forest. The powerful people in the city were willing to associate with Victor Hugo, just because this owner had money to purchase.
There are a lot of goods for sale.
As for the Supervisory Office, it is neutral and seems to be helping no one. However, with the help of various informants in the city, this agency is keeping a close eye on any disturbance in Hanfeng City.
"Powell." The inner door of the dark room opened, and a faint light came out. A hoarse voice called. Powell adjusted his clothes, walked through the inner door, and walked into a large office lit only by weak candlelight.
In the office, more than a dozen hidden servants were busy going back and forth, sorting the records of confidential scribes into bookshelves. Most of the scribes were old women with dry cheeks and old-fashioned faces. They looked at people as if they were pieces of meat.
The leader of the five or six scribes is the old butler El who serves as the Inspector General. He is sitting behind the big desk, wrapped in a thick fur coat, his saggy face is covered with dense wrinkles and swollen eye bags.
Dark and big age spots.
As the city lord became seriously ill, the chief executive became more and more weird. For example, he was afraid of the cold, but he was unwilling to start a fire in the office.
No one dares to say more about these things. After all, this is an organization that everyone betrays, and everyone is afraid that their words will be spread indiscriminately.
"Powell, you once stayed in the Harmony Village in the Black Forest and were exposed to their wind-driven forging machine. Tell me about that machine." Old El's voice was gloomy and low. As soon as he spoke, the confidential scribe would
Start recording.
Are you asking about the blacksmith again? It seems that both the boss and the evildoers care about Victor Hugo.
"More than two months ago, I was ordered to be seconded to cooperate with the 'Chief Alchemist' Fabbro to go to the Black Forest to investigate the newly established human settlement. I sneaked into the forging field of the 'Harmony Village' and saw the wind-driven
Forging equipment.
At that time, the machine had not yet been assembled, but its working efficiency was already far beyond that of ordinary human blacksmiths. I tried to obtain its production secrets, but ultimately failed."
Powell had written a detailed report, but now he was just reciting it. The old inspector general was wrapped in his coat and listened quietly, but suddenly interrupted in the middle of the sentence and asked: "What do you think of Harmony Village's pharmaceutical dispensing capabilities?"
"There is a group of believers of the 'Mother of Plagues' who have defected to Victor Hugo. In addition, the famous 'Soul Captor' Mondino from the North is also in the village. The medical clinic in Harmony Village has been selling medicines. It is said that
The medicine is very effective and very popular.”
While Powell was talking, he suddenly saw several files on Old El's desk. Among them were the dwarf witch doctor Old Borg and the 'Soul Captor' Mondino. Next to the thick files of these two people,
There is also a thin piece of paper.
Victor Hugo's name is clearly written on the piece of paper, and there is even a sketch of him on it, which describes his basic characteristics - black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, about twenty years old, and an Oriental appearance.
But other than these, there is not much left to say about Victor Hugo. No one can explain his origins, abilities, and background clearly.
Old El interrupted again and asked: "Is Victor Hugo good at alchemy?"
"I can't confirm." Powell shook his head. "It is said that Mr. Fabbro and Mr. Marbury once broke through the elven ruins Silver Leaf City with them. Maybe they know better. Maybe ask the attendants who went with them...
..."
"The attendants are all dead." Old El shook his head, "Fabro is dishonest. I don't know whether those attendants really died in the ruins of Silver Leaf City, or were killed by him after the adventure was successful.
As for Marbury, he said that Victor Hugo once tamed some strange creatures in Silver Leaf City. But he didn’t know what they were specifically. But there is no doubt that Victor Hugo’s expedition was a great success.
.”
All fools know that Victor Hugo achieved great success, so successful that Fabbro, who was once hostile to him, had no choice but to cooperate with him.
This black-haired boy did not choose to hide in the dark forest and become the king. Instead, he came to Cold Wind City. His boldness was unexpected.
But this also provides an opportunity for jealous people, and the powerful have to react. As the eyes and ears of the Long-Legs family, the Supervisory Office naturally needs to conduct an in-depth investigation.
The above was Powell's idea. He asked tentatively: "What do you mean, Mr. General...?"
Old El raised his eyes and looked at him with dim eyes for a few seconds. Powell immediately lowered his head and held his breath, very sleepy.
"For powerful businessmen, Cold Wind City naturally welcomes them. The Black Forest is rich in resources, and the iron ore and iron tools alone are what we urgently need. The goods from the elven ruins are also improving our quality of life."
Old El paused. Powell's eyes quickly glanced around, and he immediately discovered that there were several exquisitely designed decorations in the dark office. They looked like elven craftsmanship and style.
But Old El paused and then said: "It's just that the entry of a large number of luxury goods has made us a lot of money. This also makes the family feel uneasy.
We are weighing whether we should pay more taxes to this little lord of the Black Forest. Maybe..."
Powell felt that he already understood that the reaction of the city's powerful people was exactly what he expected. He lowered his head again and asked: "Your Excellency, do you need me to do anything?"
"Let Mr. Hugo understand that our city is not peaceful and the public security is chaotic. After all, there are tens of thousands of people in the city and there are so many poor people. It is normal for something to happen. This should make him come closer to us. Don't you think so?