Who Can Solve This Problem?

The Construction Minister had just enjoyed a delicious meal, was anything but happy. The satisfaction from the tasty food Ten Thousandth in comparison to the damage caused by this phone call!

His face was ashen, but when he spoke, his words, his voice, his tone revealed a kind of joy, "That's great, I'm so glad you're alright. A lot of people are looking for you right now, it's best if you don't show up for a while!"

"Of course, if you trust me, you can give me your address and I can send you some things to help you through this difficult time."

The laughter coming through the receiver was somewhat jarring. "Help me go to hell?"

The Construction Minister's expression gradually softened. That's how some things are; after you've been unhappy for a while, you can calmly face the thing that caused your unhappiness.

His tone became flatter. "If you don't trust me, there's absolutely no need to call me. You know I can find you in less than half an hour." He quietly found a button under the table and pressed it.

He then took out a piece of paper and a pen as he spoke, "Listen, Preton, things aren't as bad as you think. I and the others have been trying to get you out of this."

"The war with the Federal..." At this moment, the study door quietly opened, and the butler stood outside.

Pressing the button is actually a reminder to the butler, reminding him to come to his study.

As Construction Minister, he frequently met with various Imperial Noble and Privileged Class.

Some of these meetings were pleasant, while others were unpleasant.

When faced with such unpleasant meetings, the best solution is for the "unreasonable" steward to urge them to end the meeting as soon as possible. The Construction Minister can have the steward escort the other party out without causing a scene, rather than telling the other party to get out directly.

At this moment, he beckoned to the butler, handed him the note he had just written, and used his eyes and finger to tell him the importance of the contents of the note, and then urged him to do it as soon as possible.

The housekeeper left with the note, but the phone call never stopped.

"... In fact, whether it's the Federal or the Empire, a conflict between us is bound to break out; it's just a matter of sooner or later."

"A lion may not reject flies, but it will certainly reject wild dogs. The Federal's behavior is like a wild dog that annoys people. You just happened to play a role in pushing things along at this time."

"Even without you, we will still launch a local war to test our strength in two or three years at most, so you don't need to worry at all that His Your Majesty will take his anger out on you."

"Please forgive me for what I'm about to say, it might make you uncomfortable, Preton. You always think you're so great, a 'key man,' you think too highly of yourself. We don't care about you at all!"

"His Your Majesty the Emperor doesn't even know your name. He doesn't have the time or energy to remember the name of such an insignificant person. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You're just a nobody, you think too highly of yourself!"

The Construction Minister belittled Preton terribly. The more he belittled Preton, the more he could create the illusion that... he really wasn't as important as he thought, and that even if he appeared in front of people, no one would do anything to him.

Such words might not be a problem if spoken to an ordinary person, but the guy opposite him was Preton. Every year, almost half of the wealth he received from Nagaril went into the pockets of the Imperial ministers, and sometimes that figure even exceeded half of his income.

Not everyone is a gentleman; they won't accept whatever you give them and will thank you for your kindness.

Some people will ask you directly, and they'll ask for a large sum right away.

To His Imperial Emperor Your Majesty, Preton was indeed a nobody, but the ministers still dared not let him appear at will. If he were to reveal the deals he had made with the ministers over the years, and selectively mention only a few names, things could really go wrong, and people could die.

Nip danger in the bud—these were things the great figures of the empire were all too familiar with. "The whole world is looking for this nobody, and it seems I really am just a nobody!" Preton's self-deprecating remark gave the Construction Minister a slightly ominous feeling. He was too calm, as if he were already fearless.

He could even laugh on the phone and keep talking to himself.

"You're not in the Empire?!" he suddenly asked.

Preton laughed and replied, "Of course, are you disappointed? Of course I'm not in the Empire. You should thank me for not saying your name on the phone..."

The Construction Minister's first reaction would be to smash this damn phone on its base, since communication between Gefra and the outside world is via undersea cables.

From today's perspective, this thing is a bit... unbelievable, but it's not actually that unbelievable.

Gefra is an island nation, but it is not completely isolated from the continental shelf and suspended in the ocean; its bottom is connected to the continental shelf and is a whole.

This also means that the seawater in this area is not very deep, allowing engineering submarines to easily touch the bottom, which provides the necessary environment and convenience for laying cables.

There is a communications cable running beneath the Sea Surface between Gefra and the nearest land. Telephones from outside the island would first go to a relay station, where they would be manually transferred to the telegraph office in each city.

Then the call is transferred from the telegraph office to a local telephone account. During this process, the operator will record the call so that the content of the call can be accessed at any time.

When a call is transferred to a human operator, there is often a prompt after the person who answered the call, such as "You have a call request from abroad/country X, would you like to connect?"

Currently, due to technological limitations, such ultra-long-distance calls require multiple relay stations to provide final transfer services to ensure the call can proceed. Therefore, long-distance calls are charged in both directions, and the charges are not cheap.

Most people don't even have the financial means to make international calls, let alone actively make them! There was no notification before the call was answered, which is why the Construction Minister mistakenly thought Preton was in the country.

Domestic phone calls aren't recorded, so he dared to say anything, but now he regrets it. That bastard Preton set a trap for him, and he jumped right into it.

The silence, lasting more than ten seconds, allowed the Construction Minister to calm down from his brief moments of rage and terror. Whatever Preton did to do it, as long as he didn't call out his name, there wasn't much of a problem.

"Where are you now?" he asked again, referring to a question he had asked when the call had just connected.

Preton made no attempt to hide anything. "I'm in a very safe place, with many people watching me. If I do anything that could be misunderstood, they'll beat me up!"

"This isn't funny..." The Construction Minister thought he was joking, but then he realized what he meant. "Wait, you've been arrested. Who arrested you?"

Before Preton could answer, the Construction Minister had a guess, and the guess soon became a reality.

"Federal!"

"So you don't need to worry too much about me betraying you, or any of you. You are more valuable than me, understand?" Preton, under close surveillance, felt a strange sense of schadenfreude.

As long as he mentions the other person's name on the phone, it will cause them a lot of trouble. He never thought such a thing would happen before. The power dynamic between the two has changed, and now he is not the one who is afraid!

"What do you want?" The Construction Minister felt a chill run down his spine. Falling into the hands of the Federal was not much better than falling into the hands of the Emperor. He was now starting to consider whether it would be better to surrender to the Emperor.

"Whatever you want, I must first remind you that I will not betray Gefra, nor will I sell out His Your Majesty the Emperor!"

More than half an hour later, the butler came to the Construction Minister's study with a letter. He placed the envelope on the table and said with his head slightly bowed, "We found three telephones in that house, two of which had been modified."

"The call first went through one of the lines and then was transferred here. When we got there, the room was empty and there were no clues left."

"I learned from the real estate developer that the house has been vacant for a long time..."

After listening, the Construction Minister waved his hand, dismissing the steward. He stared at the letter with a chilling gaze for a long time before picking it up and cutting it open with a letter knife.

There was no wax seal, no fragrance. He took out a letter from inside. There were no gold-embossed patterns, no family Family Crest. Lowly People is Lowly People!

He unfolded the letter, and after reading it, his expression turned somewhat strange. In a sense, what Preton needed was also what the Empire needed. In other words, he was here to solve the Empire's problems?! For several days, the sky above the Imperial capital seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. The situation in the Amelia Region was still unclear, and the Empire had already sent a large number of army troops to Li Ya to carry out military operations.

However, these incompetent armies seemed to be fighting against the elite Imperial Army, not only achieving no significant results but also suffering heavy casualties.

Some prominent figures from the Amelia Region who surrendered voluntarily also expressed their dissatisfaction with the current situation to the governor and His Your Majesty the Imperial Emperor through various means.

If the empire is unable to suppress these emerging Resistance Organization in a short period of time, the situation will deteriorate, and the entire region may become unstable, even affecting the empire's sovereignty.

After all, no one wants to live under such oppressive and terrifying rule every day, and maintaining this situation will only encourage more people to join Resistance Organization.

On a new day, in the Ruler's Hall, the Imperial Emperor once again asked, "Who can solve this problem?"