Chapter 469

When Viscount Dickens introduced an official to Abel, the official would bow to him to show his respect, but Abel felt a strange atmosphere, as if there was a tacit understanding between the officials here.

"Viscount Dickens, all the accounts and the transfer of property are to be dealt with by Bartoli, my housekeeper. I just want to ask. The transfer of the army of harvest city is to me!" Abel waved and said.

"I will exercise the transfer of accounts and property in place of my master!" Bartoli gently untied the robe from her body, revealing a white robe inside. It was not gorgeous, but it was a precious silk robe.

"What, we need to hand over with a housekeeper, or a housekeeper!" Ezeder's steward seemed to have been greatly insulted. He looked at his old master, viscount Dickens. He didn't intend to stay in the harvest city. He wanted to leave with Viscount Dickens. So the count in front of him, with a housekeeper, was very antipathetic, and lost his dignity.

But at this time, the Viscount Dickens did not look at him, but looked at the double staff badge on Bartoli's chest with some horror.

Although the officials present in the harvest city are not low in status, they are not very knowledgeable. Maybe the wizard is a legend to them, but the Viscount Dickens is different. He knows the wizard badge. In the whole Duchy of Carmel, there are only three wizards stationed all the year round, and only one middle-level wizard.

Abel's housekeeper is an intermediate wizard. He vaguely feels that leaving harvest city will be a wrong decision, perhaps the most wrong choice he has made in his life.

"Bartoli, look for the information about the administrator of ezede to see if he is an honest official. If so, forgive him. If not, insult an intermediate wizard. You can deal with it directly!" Abel glanced at the director of azed and said lightly.

Abel had no time to deal with the officials' dirty affairs. He used a particularly simple and crude method. Long before he came to harvest city to take over the territory, he asked the kingdom of St. Ellis to send intelligence organizations to investigate all the officials in harvest city.

If it is the ordinary people's request, the kingdom of St. Ellis will absolutely ignore it, or even be very angry. However, Abel's request caused the Empire to send out the state machine, and made a detailed investigation of all the officials in the harvest city.

The life, work, family and income of officials have become less private in front of the most terrible intelligence organizations in the Empire.

Of course, Abel didn't even look at the results of these investigations, but gave them all to Bartoli. As a countess who had managed the rich territory, it was the most appropriate choice for her to take over the management of the harvest city temporarily.

"There is a wife, six lovers, two sons and twelve illegitimate children in the management of the grain depot in the harvest city. During the management of the grain depot in the harvest City, he secretly sold 1532 tons of grain and got 56000 gold coins!" Bartoli takes a stack of parchment out of the space bag and finds one to read aloud.

At this time, the governor of azed was pale and soft. He didn't even tell his family about the privately sold food. How could the new housekeeper know.

"I am wronged, viscount Dickens. You must help me!" The governor azed looked at his only savior, viscount Dickens, but he remained silent.

Different from the panicked governor ezed, other officials at the scene could see very clearly. Just after Butler Bartoli touched his waist gently, there was a large stack of parchment in his hand, which was far beyond their imagination.

It seems that the Butler Bartoli has the ability they don't know. They don't know what kind of ability it is. But when something goes beyond their cognition, fear becomes the only expression.

"I can tell you one thing for sure, director ezede. What this lady Bartoli said, even her highness king algenon George, dare not contradict!" The Viscount Dickens took a disgusting look at the manager Ezer, who had done so many things behind his back and had the face to beg him.

"Governor ezeder, all your property will be confiscated, and you will be sent to work camp until you die!" Said Bartoli in a cold voice.

"No! Please, I am willing to hand over all my property. Please let me go! " Ezeder, the steward, sat on the ground paralyzed. His tears had wet his clothes, he kept saying.

"Drag it down!" Abel said in a deep voice.

From the door, two knights came in and grabbed the administrator of ezeder, just like carrying a chicken, and carried him out.

At this time, the hall was quiet, and the rest of the officials were frightened. After so many years of work, who has nothing to do with them? Is there any record in the stack of parchment?

"Bartoli, you go on with the handover. If you have any more trouble, you can deal with it directly!" Abel said to Bartoli, then turned his head to look at Viscount Dickens and said, "Viscount Dickens, where is the elite team of harvest City Knights?"

"Count Abel, these four are the four senior Knights of the army. The former commander is the senior Knights of saloyan, but he has left the harvest City, so this army is temporarily managed by these four senior knights. At this time, the army is in the barracks in the city!" The Viscount Dickens introduced the four senior knights to Abel."Senior Knight of saloyan, he is Lord of war merit. He has been in command for the past two years. Unfortunately, he has left, or he can get together!" Abel exclaimed.

The senior Knights of saloyan, who were knighted together with him and Lord Marshall in those days, were knighted for their military achievements, so he was quite impressed.

"Four knights, it's up to you to manage the army for the time being!" Abel said to the four knights.

From the beginning, the four senior Knights looked at Abel with a kind of worship. At first, they did not know that the new Earl was Abel, and no one in the whole harvest City knew, until now, only a few people knew.

When the four senior Knights learned about this, they were unable to express their excitement, because Abel was the pride of the whole harvest city. When people mentioned the harvest City, they would say that it was a place where food was produced, but now they would say that it was the hometown of the master Abel.

At this time, hearing Abel's words, he bowed down and said in unison, "may I help your excellency!"

On the other hand, Bartoli's handover was very simple. An official came forward and held a Book of account books in his hand to introduce his situation. Bartoli also held parchment in his hand and looked at the information in his hand. As long as there was a mistake in the official's speech, she would glance at the official coldly, and the official would immediately change the actual number.

The report of the officials was soon over. Bartoli looked at the account book in front of her with a calm face. There was no sound. Everything in the harvest city was not ideal. There was a large amount of deficit. It was needless to say that the granary was seized. It was seen that the copied household production capacity could not meet the deficit.

There are many problems in all aspects of people's livelihood. It seems that Viscount Dickens is not a management talent, or just a strong force to guard here, but force is not equal to management ability.

"Everyone, I can let bygones be bygones, but you want to come here and see the strength of my master. As long as you do a good job, my master will naturally be rewarded, but if anyone dares to stretch out his hand, then no one can save you!" Bartoli raised her head and put the book back on the table without anger.

The officials in the hall all breathed a sigh of relief. The parchment just now was too stressful. Bartoli's words made them feel dead and alive.

"I'll be here today. Everyone will work hard after returning!" Said Bartoli, waving.

The officials bowed and saluted, quickened their steps and left the terrible hall and the terrible housekeeper.

"This Earl is too cruel. When he comes, he will start with ezeder. It seems that everyone should unite in the future. Otherwise, our life in harvest city will be difficult!" Chief executive Noyce is the highest ranking of all officials, he said, looking at his colleagues as he walked.

There was a hint of sarcasm in the armory's Eastman steward. He glanced at the chief executive, Noyce, and said, "chief executive, you may not have heard the name of the count qingxinlai. His name is Abel!"