“The idea is indeed good, but my Chief of General Staff, there is no country that has established diplomatic relations with us at the southern end of the Black Continent. There are only a group of uncivilized orcs. How can we make them believe that we are here to help them?” His Majesty the Emperor said with a frown.
But suddenly he remembered something, which gave him an idea.
He tapped the bell next to the table hard, and soon a palace attendant came in.
“Please ask the chief of the secret police to come here immediately. I have something to ask him.” The emperor said eagerly.
An hour later, a scrawny short man walked into the study.
This unattractive man is called Alvi. Although his reputation is not well-known in Boli, absolutely no one dares to offend him. After all, he holds the most terrifying department in his hands.
“I remember that you gave me a report a few days ago. It was an investigation report on the president of the Southern Branch of the United Steel Company. I remember it mentioned that he had a close relationship with a gang leader, is that right? ?”
One of Alvi’s biggest advantages is that he has a particularly good memory. He can remember all the reports within a month, and at least have an impression of those that are slightly older.
Just thinking about it, Alvi already recalled the report: “Your Majesty, this is indeed the case. The gang leader’s name is Sharon. He was originally the boss of a gang society in Miscon, but his public identity is”
Alvi talked for ten minutes. The secret police had really put a lot of effort into Charon and found out many things clearly. Even the love between Hel and Leda was not missed.
“Pause for a moment, I am not interested in whether this gang leader is dangerous or whether he is a spy of the Yafa Intelligence Department. I remember that the report mentioned that he has some industries in the Black Continent.”
“Yes, he transported luxury goods there and earned the gold there. In addition, he did not forget his own business. There were at least two gangs taking orders from him,” Alvi said.
“He seems to have connections with the orc tribes in the south,” the emperor said.
“He does employ quite a few southern orcs.”
“Where is Mr. Philip?” The emperor immediately became confident.
“He is recuperating on the island of Mlante,” Alvi said.
“Recuperation?” The emperor had already forgotten this little person.
“Have you forgotten that you originally planned to award him the medal in person, but he happened to contract infectious pneumonia on the way back to Poli. After the New Year, he went to Mulant Island to recuperate.”
The emperor frowned. It seemed a bit too much to let pneumonia patients do dangerous work, but after repeated weighing, he could not think of a better way.
“Is there a way to contact him as soon as possible?” The e