"Yes, yes... I think so too. If you are doing business, you had to get a license from the local lord before... "The Commercial Law" can solve this problem and indeed promotes the empire's business to a considerable extent. . "

"Haha... you deserve to be someone who can get the "Imperial Medal". Although young, but very sensible. "Hearing Heliga’s answer, the man who had held Heliga’s conversation during the banquet’s nap just now was full of red and laughed a little drunk. Heliga already felt the special attention he had received tonight. I'm numb-in the earlier award ceremony, the news that I was awarded the emperor's unique commendation has already reached the ears of these people, whether it is out of curiosity or wanting to win, in short, there are countless people here today. The officials of the "Emperor Capital Hall" at the banquet were all expressing similar meanings to themselves.

For those who want to become famous in the officialdom of the empire, but do not have a heavy stepping stone—such as noble life experience, family wealth and outstanding talents—the "Imperial City Hall" can be said to be a gateway to him. Shortcuts for central government departments. Although in theory, this is just an administrative agency at the same level as many other emperors directly under the jurisdiction, it is nothing more than a department of the city of Heimdall, but because it is at the feet of the emperor, if you make any political achievements, it will soon It can be communicated to the prime minister or the emperor through Regnitz; in this case, if you choose to show some political stance that hates the aristocracy, you are likely to be accepted into the imperial central government. The civil service system.

This is the case with the family of the man in front of him. His cousin once assisted Karl Regnitz in suppressing the opposition in the Imperial City Hall, and successfully passed the law to abolish the tolls in the empire’s major nobles, thus paving the way for the later Prime Minister Osborne’s ambition to pave the railway network. Level road. One person got the way, and the chicken and dog ascended to heaven. He was originally only doing dispensable work at the most basic level, but he was also transferred to a higher-level department with the light of this relative.

"Please don't take offense." A secretariat director under the Imperial Capital Hall looked at this already drunk colleague with a look of disgust-this person has no abilities, and often likes to brag about him on various similar occasions. The merits of that remarkable relative. Many newcomers who have not seen the world very much are sometimes frightened by this kind of thing; but Heliga is not such a person in any case... and even said that he is qualified to win. Seeing Heliga's impatient expression, the director who had been instructed by Carl Regnitz to take good care of these VIPs from Tolz hurriedly came out to do business.

"The more such people, the lower the administrative efficiency of your department... The Prime Minister and the Chief Minister are so concerned about the various extravagance and corruption of the nobles, and the corpse-bit vegetarian food behavior, but they did not expect that they would let their own land so free and breed corruption. Hey." Heliga deliberately lowered her voice, whispering in the ear of the director. Originally, this kind of people are essentially just a group of incompetent moths. This is easy to see. Usually everyone will be silent and respectful about this kind of thing. But Heliga said this without mercy, and didn't give any face, so he couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

"Nothing... I'm talking to myself. After all, you are an ordinary civil servant from a shoemaker's family. It is not easy to climb to this position. How dare you impeach a "new nobleman" who has three relatives serving in the imperial assembly Woolen cloth? Even if he is just a useless head of waste. "However, what made him even more frightened was that the other party actually stated his own family background directly in this way-he knew very well that he was just an ordinary civil servant, and there was no value in the other party's bothering to investigate this background information... …

I seem to know a little bit why such a young man would be favored by His Majesty... After a cold sweat broke out on his forehead and countless absurd guesses flashed in his heart, he did not dare to say a word, and left hastily. Heliga looked at the surrounding reaction with satisfaction: seeing the drunk chief being dragged away by the solemn director, the officials who had been waiting in line just now to talk to this possible future upstart seemed to be cautious. Be careful a lot. Although they didn't hear anything, the young hero didn't seem to be in a good mood, judging from his expression.

"After all, civil servants in the empire will not be trained to prevent mind-reading." Heliga just told the person's subconsciousness that he inadvertently revealed when he heard his inquiry-he really didn't have any motivation to persecute someone. Ordinary, innocent director of the secretariat. Of course, Heliga wasn't really tired of such endless conversations; instead, he felt it was time to find the target he wanted to talk to.

Sucking on the red cherries pickled with honey on the cocktail, Heliga ordered the waiter beside him to prepare a dinner for himself in half an hour, while moving towards another table. There was a person who didn't seem to be comfortable with this kind of scene, looking around blankly-he didn't seem to know any acquaintances, and he didn't have any prominent identity, so no one talked to him.

"Hello." Heliga politely walked to the young man who was a little embarrassed in this scene. This is the medical university student who used his knowledge in the civil war to help many injured people; and he seemed to be the only one present and no one asked him to talk to him. Although he came together with the old farmer who had a relatively lower social status and trapped Eudemons with skill, fortunately the regular army general with him was also at the venue, so the two of them started talking. On the contrary, the ordinary college student has become the only one who is ignored.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.h Become panic again.

"Don't be nervous... I'm just here to say hello." Heliga was not unexpected. He put on an expression of understanding and motioned to the other party to calm down, and at the same time gently patted a tranquility technique on the young man's shoulder, "I am very interested in the "herbal" you used to treat the wounded during the civil war. "

"Ah... You mean that. Isn't it strange? He is obviously a student of the School of Modern Medicine, but he is superstitious of folk remedies..." The youth seemed to feel embarrassed when it came to this incident.

"That's probably because there are so many fake prescriptions in traditional herbal medicine. It is difficult for an untrained herbalist to distinguish it. It will lead to people's prejudice over time." Heliga showed understanding eyes-although he could. Use the by-products of alchemy to make you look like an herbalist, but you can only show it to people who have a good relationship. If you get a more public level, you will probably not be accepted, "but considering what you actually get The results, I think, are worth listening to. The reports in the media are only a brief introduction to you...but I am very interested in the details. If possible, let's eat and talk?"