"What! Alexander wants to impeach me?" Felic shouted while standing up from the luxurious leather chair, but his side still had a stable expression as stable as Mount Tai.

Then he shook his head and said, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. I have met Alexander several times, and this kid is still a young boy with a bad temper. How could he think of impeaching me? And... I never offended him. I remember that last time he was on his birthday, I gave him a large sum of gold. It was not a bad product mixed with lead, but a high-purity gold brick."

The little official responded quickly: "The chief executive, according to the spies in the city of Rome, although this was an impeachment issued in the name of Alexander, it was actually a decision made by his mother Amyas."

With a muffled bang, Felic slapped his palm on the table and said, "It turns out it's this stinky girl. She is not from the official office. Doing so is interfering in the government affairs!"

Felic stood in silence for a while and said to the little official: "You, go to Rome City and send a letter to the nobles behind us, so that they can intervene as usual, and test Alexander and Amyas to see if they are using excuses to ask us for money. This matter should be over soon."

The small official said with a bitter face: "To be honest with the general manager, those people have known this matter long ago. Even the news was revealed to the subordinates by two of them, not by us who put it in the eyeliner of the Consul. It can be seen how confidential the Consul's Office is this time..."

Felic said with an angry expression: "It turns out they all know, so why don't they take action to solve this problem? Don't they know that if they continue to investigate this matter, they will eventually get them out?"

The small official continued: "They said that this matter cannot be resolved as before. In addition to the impeachment reasons proposed by Alexander himself, it is more important that they have possessed tangible evidence, including human and physical evidence."

Felic, who had always seemed very calm and pretended to be nothing, showed obvious panic: "Who is evidence, physical evidence? It is impossible for the people of the ruling office to obtain. The accounts here are all clear. If they took some gold coins as evidence, they would say that this happened to be a batch of defective products by chance and could not be used as evidence. Although the soldiers standing guard at the gate of our mint are under the jurisdiction of the ruling office, coins are minted, materials, goods and goods are inspected and recorded in one stop. What evidence did he come? Of course, the coins are doped with a large amount of impurities now, which is an open secret. But isn't we Rome a place where we are law-based and rules? If he doesn't have evidence, he can't help but relieve me of my position and convict me!"

Felic said this and paused, staring at the little official who wanted to speak but stopped and said, "Didn't they really come up with any good solution to this matter?...I know, do they want to throw out my chess piece?" Before he finished speaking, a muffled sound came. This time he did not slap the table with his palm, but punched the table.

Felic shouted in a distorted voice: "If something happens to me, they will not even think of running away. If I want to go to the execution platform, they have to go to the prison. I want to go to the prison, and they have to go to the same place!"

Seeing that Felic was in a state of rage, the little official quickly comforted him: "Master General, you are too worried. They did not want to throw out your intention, but wanted... to..."

Felic drank: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and put it off quickly if you have farts, why should you stutter?"

The little official lowered his voice and held his ears beside Felic, saying that they wanted the chief executive to do this and this. Felic frowned after hearing this and said, "This is too risky. What's the difference between throwing me out? If the adulterated things in the coins are convicted, they may have a life of life. If you do this, you will be beheaded."

"Master General, once this matter is done, you are not alone. Those people in the city of Rome will definitely cooperate. As long as Alexander forces him to submit and compromise, it is not difficult to get an amnesty order to forgive him." The little official responded again.

"What if Alexander or Amyas doesn't compromise?"

"Those nobles said that they would go to a certain point and depose the emperor directly and support another one. Anyway, in recent years, we have changed many emperors in Rome."

After saying this, the little official said meaningfully: "Now that only one way can escape unstoppable. Of course, what should be done depends on the general manager to decide on his own." After saying this, the little official stopped speaking, stood silently by his hands, waiting for Felic's reply.

What an old freak is, he can naturally understand the meaning of the little official. If he does not follow other people's intentions, he will be abandoned as a pawn. The words he said before are all foolish. As long as the nobles behind him reach a tacit compromise with the consul's office, he will not be able to drag him into the water alone. At that time, he will take all the blame alone.

The idea of ​​running away suddenly appeared in Felic's mind, but he quickly denied his ridiculous idea. Can others run away, can the rich family wealth be taken away? Even if he can escape with his family wealth, this huge amount of property will become a burden that will drag him down to lose his life. At that time, all forces in the huge Roman Empire would intercept him desperately like sharks smelling blood. He could not have escaped outside Rome.

Finally, Felic slapped his palm on the table again and said, "It's just decided that life and death are here to fight for wealth and honor."

...

At dawn the next day, amid the sound of the buzzing, the workers of the mint came out of the shed dormitory, busy washing, eating breakfast, and preparing to start the day's work. Unexpectedly, some foremen knew one by one: "After using breakfast today, you don't have to go to the mint workshop, everyone gathered in the open space. The chief manager had something to say."

Someone pinched his fingers and muttered, "No, it's not the end of the month, why did you pay for the money in advance? This is not the first day of the month, nor is it possible to pay wages."

The rest of the people also started to discuss it in a slight manner. Someone laughed and said, "Maybe the general manager made a lot of money this month. If you are happy, I will give us an extra money."

"You still want to be beautiful, it would be great if you can send money in advance."

"Don't you guess it all, don't you know later? Go quickly after dinner."

The money they mentioned is a kind of "dividend" paid by Felic in addition to normal salary, and to a more accurate way, it is called sharing of spoils.
Chapter completed!