Jinna stretched out her hand and gently scratched the neck of the old guy who had been with her for many years. She knew that this was the third way of relaxation that the other party liked—the first and second favorites were Sihawking spirits and the distilled liquor in the Hosman area.

Sonia sighed beside her, "The griffins on your side are the worst temper I have ever seen, full of vulgar words - in comparison, the giant eagles we have tamed are all gentle and polite gentlemen and ladies."

"It's a pity that I'm not an elves or a druid profession. I can't understand what the griffins are saying..." Jinna shook her head, "but I can feel their mood."

"It's okay if you don't understand it, it's upsetting if you understand it," Sonia said helplessly, "Speaking to the griffin, these guys can instantly kill your whole family..."

A low buzz suddenly came from the sky, interrupting Sonia's words. Jinna raised her head when she heard the sound and saw a dragon cavalry training aircraft completing her mission flying across the sky and flew towards the direction of the hangar under the light of dusk.

The griffin beside her saw the magic machine flying through the sky, and suddenly became excited, flapping its wings and making a particularly loud squeal.

Sonia reached out and patted the bird of prey on the neck: "Shut up - the machine has no mother."

Jinna's mouth trembled obviously.

"From next year, with the Dragoons and other models of aircraft put into use, a considerable number of military griffins will be dismissed or adapted in batches," Maggie suddenly broke her silence and looked at Jinna and said, "Some will be transferred to civilians, some will be distributed to remote areas, and some will be demoted to the second-line troops. If I remember correctly, the griffins tamed by you Dragoon students must be the first to be dismissed... This is probably the reason why it is in a bad mood."

"…I plan to keep it myself. I have submitted an application and obtained permission from my superiors," said Jinna. "I will keep it until the day it will grow old."

Sonia looked at the female knight unexpectedly: "...If you don't rely on allowances and extra income, you have to raise a griffin by your own ability, which is a considerable expense. Moreover, as the commander of the Dragoon, your behavior of taming a private griffin will probably affect your image in the eyes of civilian soldiers."

"It has been with me for many years, and I can't bear to send it to the southwest border," Jinna smiled faintly and shook her head. "And the Prince family has never had a family member who abandoned the griffin partner, and I don't want to be the first. As for the troubles caused by this... I believe I'm ready."

The wooden nest**, the huge bird of prey tilted its head and looked at the female knight carefully for a moment, then stretched out its head and rubbed Jinna's hair with its beak, making a low grunt.

Jinna reached out and hugged her old partner's neck with a smile on her face, looking at the blonde elf in front of her: "Instructor Sonia, what is it talking about now?"

Sonia's expression was a little subtle: "It says your mom is alive."

Jinna: "…"

The young female knight left the griffin nest with a strange expression. Sonia and Maggie stood there. Looking at the training camp area not far away, Maggie suddenly let out a light sigh.

"There should be more than one knight like her... This era is changing too quickly, and there are always some old things that are unbearable, especially among the knight class that values ​​the tradition of the family," the black-haired dragon woman sighed, "It is said that in the Second Combat Corps, officers from traditional knight families and new knight officers will even have opposition and differences. The former will always find ways to carry their coats, while the latter from lower backgrounds will dislike this and call it the 'the arrogance of the old nobles'..."

"The old nobles who lost their privileges and fiefs inevitably missed what they once had, and inevitably carried the imprint of the previous era. The civilian officials who quickly improved their status would be particularly disgusted by this. Even due to some oppositional relationships, some originally trivial living habits between the two classes will become conflict points..." Sonya shook her head, "Originally, the two groups were isolated and there was almost no possibility of conflict in this regard, but the new order brought by His Majesty Gao Wen quickly narrowed the distance between the two groups, allowing the two groups that had no intersection to have conflicts and even vent their conflicts... This is impossible to avoid."

The new era is beautiful, but beautiful things always come at some cost. A prosperous and developing new empire inevitably hides various hidden dangers.

Sonia is not a human being, but as an elf, she has gone through thousands of years and there are so many things she has seen.

"Your Majesty must have foresaw these hidden dangers," Maggie said after a moment of silence, "We should not think too much..."

...

The Holy Spirit Plain, the small town on the west bank of Gorgon, and the town of Feldstone.

The smell of scorching rays and scorching blades drifted into the nostrils, causing the gloomy government officials to frown. The middle-aged man wearing a black wool coat, pale skin and high cheekbones looked at the family with hands tied in front of him, and the disgust on his face was unconcealed.

The special security officer in a black uniform and armed with magic weapons stood beside him, and the blade of the melt-cut sword emitting a slightly red light in the cold winter wind, carrying a terrifying heat.

"Hidden the property that should have been handed over to the Empire, retained the illegal contract, and refused to enforce the land decree. Mr. Sco Calton, it seems that prison is your best destination," said the gloomy official in the Government Affairs Office in a cold tone. "Maybe it can wash away the stench from your family."

"Berman... You are taking revenge on your own!" The man with his hands tied up his back raised his head vigorously. Although there were fully armed magic combat soldiers standing beside him, he still shouted loudly, "You tampered with the documents! Those non-existent accounts, land deeds, and letters... are all fabricated by you!!"

"Shut up!" The security team members on the side quickly stepped forward, and the steel-made arm guards slammed hard on his face, leaving the latter covered in blood. The man who had been injured was almost fainted on the spot.

A woman next to her screamed in horror.

"Put them in the car," said the government officials, known as Berman, waved their hands in disgust. "Others, continue to count the things they have collected... These are all greases that are squeezed from the poor, and must be included in the vault and used on the right path."

The secret security team next to him immediately responded: "Yes, sir."

Berman nodded, and couldn't help but smile on his face, but another cold wind blew, making him tighten his clothes.

...

The sky became darker and the newly erected magic crystal street lights on both sides of the town and streets were lit up one by one under the control of the automatic mechanism.

After the day of work, people who had finished their work set out on their way home under the lights. Near the Government Affairs Hall in the former noble district, a relaxed figure flashed on the brightly lit streets.

Bermanl stepped on the steps in front of the independent dormitory, looked up at the door and pane that emitted warm lights, and couldn't help but speed up.

Pushing open the door of the house that once belonged to a consultant scholar, a warm breath came to his face. Berman walked into the room, closed the door casually, then took off his cold coat and hung it on the silver hook on the wall near the entrance.

But the voice of a strange man suddenly heard a sudden sound made his movements froze: "Don't hang up your coat in such a hurry, Mr. Bermanl - you're going out soon, it's much colder outside than in the room."

Bermanl immediately widened his eyes, his heart pounding in fright. He suddenly looked in the direction where the sound came, but saw a strange figure in a black uniform appearing in the living room that was still empty the moment before. It was a young man with short black hair and a faint smile on his face. He was wearing a straight long black windbreaker, with a small silver chain hanging on the collar, and a red armband with black eyes embroidered on his left arm.

The stranger sat on the sofa, and his body went from illusory to solidity in less than three seconds. Then he stood up and stretched out his right hand wearing white gloves to Bermanr: "As a ritual for the first time, maybe we should shake hands?"

"Who are you!" Berman screamed in dismay, "Why are you in my house?!"

"Shh, your family is still sleeping upstairs. I believe you don't want to wake them up in such an awkward situation," the young man took his right hand back, took out his ID from his arms, and spread it in front of Bermanre-black, silver-white dagger crossed on his open eyes. This is the sign of the Military Intelligence Bureau, "Military Intelligence Bureau, the three departments of the Internal Service, the Punishment Special Corps, codenamed Raven. Bermanre, please follow me, we want to know about some things."

Berman's pupils tightened instantly, and he finally realized the identity of the young man in front of him. The next second, he took a quick step back and turned around and wanted to open the door and rushed to the street. But as soon as he had time to turn the handle, a hand wearing white gloves pressed his arm.

The military intelligence agency, who claimed to be "Crow", had already stood beside him at some point, and some metal object stood against Berman's back.

The official of the Government Affairs Office dripped from his forehead with a visible sweat and shouted uncontrollably: "You...you cannot do this! I am loyal to your Majesty! I have followed him since Kant, and I have made contributions in the plain of the Holy Spirit..."

The Raven took out the special shackles: "Sorry, Mr. Berman, I confirm that your name appears on the list."

"Let me go! Let me go!" Berman struggled hard, but his strength could not break free from the shackles of the former Royal Shadow Guard. He could only shout in despair, "I just did what I should do! I am loyal, I am loyal! Take me to see Your Majesty... No, no, even if I take me to see the Director!

"Take mercy! Sir, take me to see the director. The director knows me! She knows...

"Okay, okay, okay, please send a message to the director. There must be some misunderstandings, there must be something..."

As the shackles closed, Berman's hands were firmly locked.

The crow snapped his fingers, and the power of shadow invaded the other party's vocal cords, finally calming the chattering man.

Looking at the man with wide eyes in front of him, the Raven expression was filled with a hint of pity: "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. The signing was the bureau chief. If something happened to the government officials like you who came from the South and received personal education from His Highness Hetty, of course, they must have special orders from the highest-ranking. But please rest assured that Your Majesty does not allow any form of internal assassination and secret executions. You will accept an open and fair trial. You emphasize your loyalty - if they really exist, it will be revealed after the trial. But then again, you should actually know better than me what the final result will be.

"Mr. Berman, you embezzle property confiscated from the old noble castle, distort the execution of orders from the Supreme Government Office, and all these things will be announced, and you may become an influential typical...it will at least be the last contribution you have made to the Empire.

“Also, we will inform your family in a proper way, and you will have the opportunity to meet them—unlike your style of doing things, we will strictly enforce the law, so there is no need to worry about that.”

The Crow said slowly, and Berman's mouth made a whimpering sound, his eyes filled with fear and regret, and perhaps, there was a trace of doubt.

Looking at this look, Dark Crow just shook his head, stepped forward and opened the door, and led Bermanr to the street.

In the town that was completely night, the magic crystal stone lamps on both sides of the road exuded bright light. In the quiet night, several other figures wearing long black windbreakers, red armbands and white gloves walked out of the house slowly.

"Closing the team."
Chapter completed!