I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 172 The Magical Siege (Part )
As the saying goes, once the thought of joining the Communist Party comes up, the world will suddenly become wider.

From the moment Major General Marlowe surrendered... no, surrendered to Prince Chris, he found that all the things that had been bothering him were no longer a problem.

As long as he is not an enemy, the elite infantry knights outside the city will not attack him. Secondly, as for the problem of food shortage in the city, judging from the lavish way the former recruited people, it is obvious that Prince Chris has a way to get enough food, and it has nothing to do with stinginess.

As long as he surrenders to the prince, it will no longer be Marlowe's job to feed the hungry people in the city.

And if you look into it carefully, there is nothing that prevents Marlo Benson from joining Prince Chris.

Most importantly, the Bensons had no role in the downfall of the royal family.

This laid a feasible foundation for Marlowe's idea.

The reason why those gentlemen of the Onkandla Congress wanted to run away before was mainly because they had no choice and did not dare to seek refuge. When the royal family fled, even if they were not the main driving force, they were definitely one of those who took advantage of the situation.

For example, as far as Marlow knows, the property in Oncandra that originally belonged to the crown is now in their name.

Thinking of this, Marlowe became excited. He quickly took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw on it.

Marlowe's pen made a rapid scratching sound on the paper, and the candlelight cast his shadow on the mottled stone wall.

He suddenly stopped writing, and the ink cast a shadow under the title "List of Royal Assets".

"Clerk!"

He shouted outside the door, and the old man in a long robe who always had a hunched back pushed the door open and walked in slowly, looking at Marlowe with his cloudy, half-dead eyes.

The clerk of the city hall was not from Marlowe. He was a court official of the former kingdom. Because he was old and clerks were in high demand, he did not lose his job even after the fall of the kingdom. He found a new job in Oncandra.

Until now, all the masters have run away, but the old clerk has not run away. He is hiding in the temple with his little grandson, temporarily serving as the logistics officer of the garrison regiment, in charge of the entry and exit registration of the warehouse.

"Old Secretary, can you find the property change records of the City Hall in the past two years? Especially the copies of the deeds involving the former royal properties... I need them."

The old clerk's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. Being an experienced man, he immediately realized what the newly promoted major general wanted to do.

"You mean, sir, you want to use those gentlemen of the House of Representatives?"

Marlowe smiled but said nothing.

"Old Secretary, your grandson is almost eighteen years old this year, right? This is also a good opportunity for you."

Indeed, the old secretary nodded in agreement. His grandson had reached adulthood this year and it was indeed time for him to get a good job, and now there was a good opportunity in front of him.

If he succeeds, his grandson won't have to worry about the rest of his life. If he fails, it's no big deal. The cost will be borne by Major General Malo. He's an old man, so it wouldn't be a pity if he died.

"Before the masters retreated, they had ordered all paper documents in the City Hall database to be burned, but..."

The old secretary changed the subject.

“In the basement of the city hall, there is a backup document vault where clerks will back up important documents on a daily basis, just in case.

Those copies of the contracts should still be there."

The old clerk's voice trembled, but a sly glint flickered in his eyes. Marlowe's heart skipped a beat, and then he laughed. He knew these scholars were cunning. The so-called backup file vault was probably a secret the clerks used to save their lives or extort money. They would never let the senators know about such things.

As for it being in the basement of the City Hall... just listen to this and don't believe it. If Marlowe believed it and planned to keep it all for himself, and sent people to search the City Hall, they would definitely not find a single useful piece of paper.

Now that the old secretary has shown his bargaining chip, it is Marlowe's turn to name the price.

This was a bit of a dilemma, because Marlowe didn't have any cards to play, and he and Prince Chris hadn't established any connection yet.

He thought about it carefully. He couldn't force it. If he was soft...

Marlowe said to the clerk sincerely.

"You know the current situation in Oncandra better than I do. Any promises I make now are too empty. I only have a few things now..."

As he spoke, Marlowe took out a key from his pocket, placed it on the desk, and pushed it forward.

"This is a safe house I prepared in the city of Onkandla. It's very secluded and has a basement with enough water and food to keep a person alive for ten to fifteen days.

Let your grandson hide in there. Even if our plan fails and Prince Chris's army breaks into the city, he can hide there and survive the most chaotic moments."

The old secretary's eyes lit up.

What Marlowe said did make sense. If he promised himself that he could become an official, it would be absolutely bullshit and a lie. Giving him money would be useless. Now is the time of war, and even if he had money, he would probably not have the life to spend it.

If a safe house is provided, it will just meet the old secretary's urgent need. It is not feasible for him to die. The only thing he needs is to ensure that his descendants can be safe in the war and will not be killed by marauding soldiers and hooligans.

The old secretary nodded, and Marlowe smiled. He knew he had succeeded, so he told him the location of the safe house and the secret door inside.

The old secretary took the key and left quickly like a gust of wind. He wanted to check the location of the safe house and make sure that Marlowe's promise existed before returning with what the latter needed.

After the secretary left, Marlowe continued to ask the messenger to call people in. He called officers of all levels from other garrison regiments. He wanted to unify the thoughts of the entire garrison regiment and make the surrender clean and neat, so as to show his value and ability to Prince Chris.

We don't want a guy loyal to the Republic to suddenly appear in the garrison after the surrender and ruin everyone's good fortune and future.

Marlowe came under Chris's command and wanted to be an officer.

It is definitely impossible to become a major general, as the title of major general is too high, but being able to become a colonel or something is also good.

After a night of conversation, Marlowe successfully unified the thoughts of all the garrison officers, who also witnessed the wealth and discipline of Prince Chris's army during the siege.

There is still much that is unknown. The only thing that is clear is that once the siege officially begins, the garrison will definitely not be able to defend the city walls with the current number of people. It is even possible that the soldiers on the lower level will open the door and let the enemy in.

What’s the matter? The boss above can sell the city, but the soldiers below can’t do it.

Marlow knew very well that there must be many members of the Prince's Army lurking in the city. Before, there were starving people coming in and out of the city, so if some outsiders sneaked in, it would not be noticeable at all.

Thinking about it this way, surrender really needs to be done as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)