Reggie held up the pen in his hand, hanging it in the air, and waited for a long time.

A drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and turned into a large red spot on the parchment, covering a piece of writing.

"Oops!" Reggie pursed his lips and said, "I was really careless."

"My lord, you..."

"I really didn't mean it."

Sarn barely held back his anger, took a blank piece of parchment, and said: "Please wait a moment, Lord, and I will draft another one."

Reggie sighed and said, "Mr. Administrative Officer, why are you so impatient?"

Sarn looked at Reggie angrily and said, "Lord, people are dying every moment! Aren't you anxious in the face of the passing of life?"

Bachelor Barcheleau said from the side: "The Baron is right, we can't delay any longer. I still have a lot of books at home. I have to go back and pack them away. Books represent knowledge, and knowledge is the greatest wealth of mankind. I want to

Use your life to protect these treasures and send them safely outside the city."

Batchelor stood up, and this time, his movements were much faster than before.

"Don't leave in a hurry, Grand Maester!" Reggie pointed to the mother and son sitting on the chair, "They haven't eaten for a day, and we didn't even send them a piece of bread. Are we going to watch them starve to death?"

Isn’t this contempt for life?”

Talking is an art, and political affairs officers are masters of talking.

Unfortunately, he made a fatal mistake.
Chapter completed!