Ancient wood surrounds the mottled building with exterior walls.

The decoration in the small building is very classic and traditional, adhering to the simple and conservative aesthetic style of the Delun Empire.

This is a relatively private member-based restaurant, not far from the Whisper Forest Club. At noon, the entire building was booked, and only the largest suite on the top floor was entertaining guests.

I took a dose of secret medicine and the internal injuries caused by continuous vomiting of blood were barely suppressed.

Justice Weilun, whose face had recovered a little, changed into a formal outfit, sat seriously at one end of the long dining table, holding a knife and fork, and focused on dealing with a shiny and greasy pork-fried hand in front of him.

He was invited to attend lunch.

The lunch prepared by the owner is a standard Delen Empire flavor delicacy, and the Delen Empire cuisine is actually not well-received—nothing is nothing but sausages, pig hands, pickles, and potatoes.

The main person who invited Justice Viron to have lunch, Bell Jung Bergman from Ruhr City, sat on the other end of the long dining table, quietly tasting the wine, and being indifferent to the food in front of him.

After a while, Justice Weilun killed his lunch, wiped the corners of his mouth with a snow-white napkin, picked up a glass of aged wine, and raised his glass to Bell.

"Thank you for your invitation...you have a bad appetite?" Justice Weilun's eyes flashed and he carefully observed Bell's expression changes.

Red-haired and blue-eyed, slightly dark-skinned, and the burly Bell also raised his glass: "Oh, yes, my appetite has been very bad recently... Recently, I have been... relying on it to fall asleep most of the time every day."

Bell drank the glass of strong wine in one go, then grabbed the bottle in front of him and filled himself with another glass.

In the suite, there were only Bell and Viron, one waiter and one maid... What they wanted to talk about next cannot be known, so they could only do everything themselves.

Justice Weilun took a sip of brick-red wine, put down the wine glass, held his elbows on the dining table with both hands and elbows, held his chin with his palms, and looked at Bell with his eyes intently: "It's hard to imagine what makes you fall into such anxiety... Logically speaking, as you are, you should be carefree and everything goes well."

"You should know why I became like this." Bell sipped off a full glass of spirits and poured himself another: "With your power and your connections, you should know why I became like this."

Justice Weilun grinned, he drooped his eyelids and did not speak.

It takes only half a day to take the train from Ruer City to take the imperial capital. The communication between the two places is very convenient and the message transmission speed is very fast.

Although the Imperial Army blocked Ruhr City and carried out military control over the entire Ruhr City area, Justice Weilun's identity is here, and he has enough channels to find out what happened in Ruhr City.

For example, former director of the Ruhr City Council, Bell Jong Bergman, is now a civilian, and all his official positions have been removed. Not only that, he also faced more than 30 civil prosecutions, as well as two or three very serious criminal prosecutions.

Those civil prosecutions are nothing more than some bullying men and domineering women and bullying the situation. With the power and financial resources of the Bergman family, it is nothing more than just paying some money, and things can be calmed down easily.

And those criminal lawsuits...

Judging from the news obtained by Justice Weilun, he is not optimistic that Bell can escape from the crime.

Unless a scapegoat can be found, and a master can manipulate the case handling process and perfectly transfer the evidence chain to the scapegoat, Bell will have to go to the jail for more than ten years.

Bell took another big sip of wine, then he gently put down his glass and began to scold himself.

"As you can see, I've been in a little trouble and a little down recently...not just myself, but the entire Bergman family, are facing huge threats and in huge trouble."

"The loss in terms of money is a trivial matter... The gunpowder warehouse of the Bergman family was blown up, the factory, spot, raw materials, and the losses were quite large, but this was nothing... Several large orders could not be exchanged, and we faced huge compensation, which was nothing."

"For the Bergman family, the loss of money is not a loss."

"But the few big orders we failed to exchange for have greatly damaged the family's reputation in the circle... We have broken our trust and we want to rebuild our reputation, which will be an extremely long and arduous task."

Bell sighed.

"More importantly, there are traitors within the family, and some things are controlled... The Bergman family has to accept some conditions, some conditions that make us heartbroken, just like cutting our flesh."

"The family's power in Ruhr City has been cut by most of its influence, and the family's influence in Ruhr City has been cut by most of its influence."

"The family's escorts have been reduced by 70%, the private army was directly cancelled, and the militia troops in the family factory were also ordered to be disbanded... Even the production work of the family factory in the future must be carried out under the surveillance of the special supervision committee of the Imperial Military."

"The source of every pound of raw materials we purchase, every manufacturing process we produce, and the whereabouts of every pound of finished products we produce, will be strictly monitored by the military."

"Also, all accounts of the family are subject to inspection by the Imperial Taxation Department every year. Even every expenditure of more than 100,000 gold marks in the family account must be filed with the Supervision Department in advance to provide instructions for the use of this fund."

Justice Weilun stared at Bell with wide eyes.

He really didn't know what Bell just said.

It was not just Justice Weilun who dared to swear that few people in the entire imperial capital knew about these news.

After all, the Ruhr City area is still in the military control stage, and the army controls everything, and the specific news has been strictly blocked.

If the empire official does not make an official release, it will be difficult for outsiders to find out what is happening in Ruhr City.

"So... your situation will be very... embarrassing!" Justice Weilun thought for a while. He originally wanted to use the word "embarrassment", but after thinking for a while, he decided to use "embarrassment" to replace "embarrassment".

Because Justice Weilun thought of the huge debt he was facing now.

These super Junkers in Ruhr City are huge, and they have almost spent Golden Marks... The word "embarrassment". Justice Weilun feels that he is "embarrassment" now, and Bell and the others are "embarrassment" at most, right?

"No, it's dangerous. Our situation is very dangerous." Bell looked at Justice Weilun very seriously: "Some people shamelessly tore up the contract she had made herself and betrayed us shamelessly."

Justice Weilun grabbed the wine glass and took a big sip of wine.

He kept blinking and wanted to leave here.

Damn it, he shouldn't have accepted Bell's invitation... He realized that the next conversation would be a bit dangerous... no, it was very dangerous.

Bell squinted at Justice Weilun and continued to speak.

"It is well known that seventy years ago, the Derren Empire had only Teutonic and no Junker."

"The glorious Teutonics, the brave Teutonics, the fearless Teutonics, the Teutonics that expanded the territory for the empire... Ah, they made meritorious service, had titles, and had hereditary territory. The imperial royal family guaranteed their private ownership of the territory, and they enjoyed various jealous privileges."

"The most important thing is that all departments of the empire, all the power institutions, are controlled by the Teutonics."

Bell suddenly laughed.

"They used swords to maintain the security of the empire and laid a great territory for the empire...the power of swords...haha, force!"

"When the civilization of the Medland continent was still relatively wild, swords were the most powerful force... As long as you master the swords, you will be invincible. Outside, you can use swords to expand your territory, and inside, you can also use swords to govern the country."

“But times change…”

"Since a hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Ice Sea, the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, the United Kingdom of Nice... When they began to enter the sea..."

Justice Weilun coughed: "Hissergeant Bell, do you want to give me a history lesson? Sorry, although my major is law, my general history of the mainland and modern imperial history are also good."

Bell spread his hands and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, sorry, very sorry, I admit that I've been a little... a little uneasy and a little depressed recently..."

"Okay, okay, as everyone knows, seventy years ago, because of the decline of the empire and civil strife, Her Majesty the Queen, who could not even get a million gold marks in the treasury, issued the "Junkeen Order"!"

"We rich families who rely on commerce, industry, agriculture, and mining and have accumulated huge wealth, can transform from powerless civilians into the noble masters we dream of as long as we are willing to donate to the 'Sermon Fund'."

"The Junker chaebol nobles were born." Bell stared at Justice Weilun and said slowly: "Once upon a time, we, the predecessors of the Junker family, had huge wealth, but we were like fat pigs in the pigpen. Even a small knight at the lowest level could snatch our flesh and suck blood from us!"

"A mere retired officer who came back from the front, with a few gangsters and swords, could arbitrarily seize the entire property of a wealthy businessman with a million yuan... and even take it away with his wife and daughter!"

"Even, our direct tribe members who were once rich and wealthy, were restricted from leaving our family base... In such a huge empire, we could only be kept in our hometown... waiting helplessly for the butcher knife that might fall one day!"

"Thanks to Her Majesty the Queen's 'Junkeen Order'."

Bell said coldly: "Thanks to her kindness, we have become nobles, we... have got rid of the identity of a big fat pig in captivity, we..."

Justice Weilun said quietly: "Your tribe members can study; your tribe members can join the army; your tribe members can enter government departments to serve as officials; your private wealth is protected by the law; you enter the noble house, you enter the local parliament, you have the right to speak for local affairs, and... the power is getting greater and greater!"

Bell stared at Justice Viron: "This is the treatment we deserve... We donated so much at the most turbulent and most difficult stage of the empire... The empire's strength is again because of us Junkers, not those Teutonic who only know how to fight and kill!"

Justice Weilun curled his lips.
Chapter completed!