Chapter 708: Salt Lake Scenery (2)

Volcker Franzsky sighed, the sweet preserves placed on the small porcelain plate.
This is his favorite, and usually brings him a little entertainment during long and exhausting days. Although it has long been known that being the mayor of Salt Lake City is a stressful and unappreciative job, he still I am quite happy.
He knew that he was very suitable for this role and could serve the empire perfectly in this position.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the empire, and was happy to do all his services. After all, it would bring honor to him and his family and fill his pockets.
The Great Salt Lake is like an inexhaustible gold mine that nourishes many saltworkers and the nobles on their backs. Franzsky is just the more prominent one.
But what the quarrel! It's just asking him to die!
The mayor sighed angrily, put a sugar-coated nut in his mouth, closed his eyes and escaped briefly.
He crumpled the nuts, letting the crunch reverberate loudly in his head, and then opened his eyes, glancing across the table to see if anyone noticed.
Dozens of consultants, military officers, politicians, and nobles sat around the long table.
Important people from all over the city gathered here, but compared to their titles and importance, these people quarreled like a group of imp, and Franzsky felt that his head was about to hurt.
"Want some cold water, sir?"
A whispered inquiry came to his ears, and Franzsky nodded, as always grateful for the thoughtfulness of the servant and guard.
Everyone at the conference table stood behind a high-back velvet chair with a dedicated team of assistants. These small groups were clearly separated from each other.
For example, behind the army colonel stood a serious staff aide, dressed in a refreshing uniform.
The nagging politicians, bureaucrats, and nobles are behind the clerk responsible for recording words. Their long-term slender fingers engrave the master's insults on the unfolded small paper roll.
The lower-level deacons stood behind the high-level members of the church, their eyes low.
The night blade agent from Wang Ting turned his back to the meeting, looked out from the colorful floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the city that stretched underneath. No matter how the discussion proceeded, he always folded his arms and said nothing.
Night Blade was still wearing a full set of armor under the black coat, and a pistol inserted in the holster was hanging conspicuously around his waist-no one in this mansion had the right to take his arm.
His unmoving figure made Franzsky nervous, and the mayor felt his forehead and glanced at the back of the spy from time to time.
The appearance of the shadow king's running dog said the situation was very serious, but the mayor still did not know what the spy was looking for at the meeting.
"Friends, please."
As soon as the mayor spoke, his well-trained and cleverly enhanced voice successfully overshadowed the noise. Although Ye Blade's unexpected appearance disturbed him, his voice still sounded confident and experienced.
"Sergeant Yang En, please briefly summarize your argument and save all rhetoric."
A broad smile appeared on his face.
"Otherwise the colonel will have a headache."
The comments drew polite laughter, and the Salt Lake City Police Commissioner stood up again and cleared his throat.
He picked up a board and began to read the manuscript verbatim. The mayor coughed and interrupted the boring voice of the little man. The burly director looked up from the board expectantly.
"The general conclusion, sheriff."
The mayor said this with a smile on his face.
"If possible, maybe don't take up our precious time for more than an hour?"
The police chief didn’t know if it was an insult, but when he saw that the mayor was still smiling, he gave a nervous smile and glanced at the thick stack of reports on the board.
Retarded child--
Franzsky thought, if it were not for him to have the blood of the second-largest noble family in Salt Lake City, he would not even go to Yantian to do hard work.
"Total...to summarize."
The chief of the police station said, his voice babbling.
"Over the past three weeks, 78 robberies have occurred in the city, and 212 troublemakers have been detained. The situation has been brought under control."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried back to his place.
"Get control? Are you still awake?"
A skinny bureaucrat in a robe, ruthlessly taunted, as a deputy mayor and tax chief, he had such a qualification.
"The riots and demonstrations are spreading all over. These are all related to the current riots, and the situation is getting worse every week! The situation is under control? I am sorry, those batons can no longer control Salt Lake City, I I didn't intend to defame them, but they were so stupid that they were not as good as the dogs in my family."
The old city council speaker raised his hand to speak. At his age, he was considered strong and strong, but he lost his ability to walk ten years ago and was trapped in a wheelchair. He even served as the Imperial Army before lameness. Of the head.
He is a tough old fighter, well-known among the seniors of the Salt Lake for his stubbornness. At the same time, most people think that he is a rude character who lacks the education brought by a good bloodline, even if he is also a noble.
Due to the empire’s institutional reasons, the power of the City House is usually not above the mayor, but by tough means, he still became a key figure in high-level decision-making. Seeing the pile of files in the hands of Speaker Kurd, Franzsky sighed again Took a breath.
"Honorable Pederdro said the facts. I reviewed the reports and showed that the recent riot growth in the urban area was explosive. This has nothing to do with the failure of the front line. People are afraid."
A mocking hum came from the table, and the mayor's eyes were always fixed on Kurd.
"Frontline failure? Shouldn't Taiyang stand still?"
He asked, his eyes swiftly sweeping across Ye Jian's back.
"If you believe it, then we probably have to prepare a gun and a bullet for everyone here."
More humming sounded.
"You mean that Taiyang has fallen?"
"If you really don't see those refugees."
"Okay, but at least we are ready."
The mayor swallowed the chewed nuts, and several people at the table stood up while increasing the volume.
At this moment he felt that the servant leaned close to him.
"The person you need is here. Do you need me to meet him, sir?"
He whispered, and Franzsky nodded, and the servant slipped out of the room immediately.
"Judging from the news returned from afar, it may be only three days before the green army arrives here."
Kurd continued, he increased the volume to overwhelm the noise in the room.
"I believe that some secret groups are organizing and inciting rebellion, which will inevitably threaten the stability of the Salt Lake. They are not simply isolated groups composed of intent to rebel against salt workers. They are well-supplied and armed organized rioters, and have entered the lurking. Salt Lake and deeper zones."
With that said, he raised an icon map.
"This shows a large number of illegal buildings in the slums, which are less than ten kilometers away from where we are sitting now, and I believe there are also strongholds on standby, perhaps a training facility."
"Speaker, those files, I hope to be studied by my own staff, please give them to my adjutant after the meeting."
"You are joking?"
Kurd looked incredible.
"You... you don't want to act immediately based on this information?"
"I will take action~EbookFREE.me~As long as I think the time is right, I will act immediately."
The mayor's tough response did not want the other party to take away any power from himself.
"Now, Colonel? I heard that the defending army is currently experiencing some problems?"
"I regret that this is the case, sir. The Gendarmerie has been forced to execute some soldiers for various violations and desertions. In addition, our military strength is still insufficient. Taiyang has 20,000 soldiers but only lasted a few days. We only have 50,000 here. I’m not optimistic that it can last longer. I suggest mobilizing all policemen, noble guards, and some salt workers to at least expand the number of people who can hold guns to about 100,000—"
"One hundred thousand!?"
The deputy mayor blurted out, and he looked very surprised.
"Still collect the guards of the nobles? Who will protect the nobles from the mob, and..."
"Excuse me, Mr. Ok, I don't care about nobility or nobility! Don't forget the final end of Knight's "noble people"."
"You are denigrating--"
"enough!"
The mayor shouted loudly that he felt the pain in the back of his eye socket increased, so he took another sip of water:
"I will consider the opinions of expanding the defending army comprehensively."
He took a deep breath.
"Thank you, Colonel."
After talking, he turned to face the sweaty bishop,
"What about the spirit? What do you say, Holy Bishop?"
"There are more citizens attending the sermon than before. The mayor, I attribute it to the recent weather vision. Rumors spreading to the lower residential areas claim that it is a sign of the end of the world, and superstitious salt workers are quite scared."
The bishop shrugged his thick shoulders.
"Therefore, more citizens began to appear in church seats to sing hymns every day."