Heidra Fort.

The Minister of the Palace General Meilin slowly walked off the carriage, stood at the door of his mansion, and exhaled gently.

His mood was relaxed and pleasant.

A few days ago, the war situation in all directions of the Delun Empire was unfavorable. The coalition forces of many countries rushed in. When the Imperial Army lost its troops and lost its territory, Meilin's heart was also tense.

However, in just a short time, through Salian's exquisite layout, the Imperial Army fought back and defeated the coalition forces of the multinationals.

In particular, news from the south that the local fleet of the Ice Sea Kingdom and the main fleets of several other powerful countries were completely wiped out. The main army of Jiasica under Duke Ross is preparing to counter-encircle the multinational coalition...

There is constant good news, and the suffocation atmosphere at Hydra Palace these days has instantly disappeared and collapsed.

Whether it was the palace officials, or the guards, maids, servants, and craftsmen, everyone had a smile on their faces.

After working hard for so many days, the situation finally improved. Meilin, who has been in the Hydra Palace these days, finally has free time and can finally go home to take a short rest.

With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly in his yard. Looking at the lights in the main building of the mansion, Merlin smiled relaxed and comforted.

To be precise, he was a minister of the previous imperial emperor Doron.

However, after less than ten years of his service at the Hydra Palace, Margaret III rose strongly and seized the throne. So he continued to serve Margaret III, which has been around for seventy or eighty years.

Seventy or eighty years of hard work have made him an indispensable figure around Margaret III and Mata XIII.

He can get involved in the most core and most confidential affairs of the Hydra Palace.

Even the court spy system directly mastered by Mata XIII, including the empire's strongest military power, Hydra Secret Guard. Although he did not have direct command, he controlled the logistics services, resource dispatching, and even the aftermath of their death.

It can be said that if he lost the chain here, the palace spy system in Mata XIII would lose at least half of its combat power.

The family to which Merlin belonged was originally just an ordinary marquis family.

However, because of his loyal and diligent service over the years, his family has been promoted to the Duke family, and has a small area, but rich and fertile territory. The production in that territory is enough to allow the entire family to live a top-notch and generous life in the entire aristocratic circle.

What else is not satisfied with?

Merlin coughed lightly for a while.

After working hard these days, Merlin felt a little tired.

As a senior Hydra, Merlin has no problem with physical strength... But he is tired, his heart.

He has surpassed the sixth level, the seventh level, and the eighth level. He has already possessed a unimaginable strength in his ordinary extraordinary combat power... But because of this, he is also in the same trouble as Margaret III.

The bloodline of Hydra in the body gradually became rich.

From his body to his soul, he was transforming into Hydra.

The body doesn't matter.

But the soul... Hydra has nine heads and nine independent consciousness... Putting it on the Hydra with nine heads, such a strange situation will give them combat power far beyond mortals and extremely powerful survival ability.

But this situation is with a mortal...

Haha, nine consciousnesses exist in one head...

This is mental schizophrenia, this is... mental illness!

The stronger her strength, the stronger the schizophrenia. Margaret III could no longer control herself, so she could only seal herself and use secret techniques to force her through this difficult stage.

And Meilin, he was almost at the critical point of sealing himself.

He thought that the sons in the family are all very good at training now, and in the empire, they are all powerful officials. He planned to choose the most outstanding recommendations from these sons and grandsons to Margaret III, so that they can take over and continue to serve the royal family.

Only after working in the position of the Chief Minister of the Palace for enough years did Merlin know how many potential and intangible benefits this position could bring to the family.

Perhaps there is no imperial prime minister, finance minister, education minister, and important minister, who are so glorious and powerful, but in terms of hidden power and actual interests, three or five prime ministers and ministers are not as good as him.

But, which son and grandson should I choose?

Merlin walked home step by step. His two sons and three grandchildren had already received the news that he had returned home and was standing at the door to greet him.

Merlin waved his hand and smiled gently: "Well, don't abide by these boring etiquettes at home... Give me a cup of tea, I have something to talk to you."

After changing out the palace dress and putting on a loose and comfortable home dress, Meilin sat on the comfortable sofa, took a cup of sugar personally from his youngest son, and made a sour plum black tea.

As I get older, I have no idea how to like this sour and sweet taste.

Although the taste of sour plums will conceal the original taste of black tea, but merlin is just a bite, right?

After taking a sip of the hot tea, taking another big sip. Meilin put down the teacup, sighed with satisfaction, and squinted his eyes to look at the children and grandchildren standing in front of him.

"Sit down, sit down, I have something to discuss with you... Um..."

Merlin's face suddenly changed.

He suddenly realized that his limbs had become numb, paralyzed, and no longer had any sense of consciousness.

He looked at his hand in horror. His ten fingers began from their fingertips and were rapidly turning grayish white, like granite.

"Stone...petrochemical agent..." Merlin looked at his children and grandchildren in horror.

Several of Meilin's children and grandchildren quietly separated from each other. An old man wearing a gray-white linen robe, long hair, a shawl, an ancient face, and an emperor-like manner and demeanor, stood in step by step with a wooden stick.

"His Excellency Merlin, I am glad to know you... May the brilliance of Al shine on your soul."

The old man nodded slightly to Meilin: "Introduce yourself, I am the 30th level waiter of Al, you can call me...Sharin."

Meilin's body below her neck had been completely petrified, and wisps of black air were wrapped around him, struggling to withstand the terrible medicinal power of petrochemical agents - the palace of the Delun Empire preserved almost all the famous and unknown potions in the Medland continent. As several vicious existences of petrochemical agents, Meilin naturally also came into contact with them.

But the petrochemicals he has today must be specially made.

Ordinary petrochemical agents cannot cause harm to powerful existences like Merlin... Maybe it has an impact, but it is absolutely impossible to petrochemically almost as a whole in such a short time.

"Sarin, is this your real name?" Merlin sneered.

"The name is just a symbol. As long as you know, I am a humble waiter, it's enough." The old man looked at Merlin calmly: "To put it short, people like you and me are very precious, and there is no need to waste time on meaningless arguments."

Meilin looked at Shalin coldly, and then his face twisted toward his youngest son who served him tea.

"Don't blame them, they were my disciples thirty years ago." Shalin said coldly: "We need your cooperation... We need you to help us control the guards of the Hydra Palace, open all the defensive restrictions of the Hydra Palace, let us enter the Hydra Palace and control the Hydra Palace."

Shalin said coldly: "If possible, we hope you can cooperate with us and capture Mata XIII alive... As for Margaret III, due to the special state she is in now, she is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous existence... She should die silently, which is in our interests."

Merlin looked at Shalin with a smile: "Do you think this is possible?"

Shalin sighed lightly: "You refuse to cooperate?"

Merlin nodded slowly with difficulty: "No doubt, I refuse to cooperate...I will not betray the Lord whom I am loyal to."

Shalin shook his head, he raised the wooden stick in his hand, and gently hit the sharp and thin tail of the stick, piercing Meilin's neck. With a crisp "bang", Meilin's petrochemical body was completely shattered, leaving only an intact head.

"Then, follow the plan." Shalin said expressionlessly: "Merlin lost control of his soul and was seriously injured by self-harm. With his loyalty to the royal family over the years, Mata XIII has a high probability of visiting him... and captured Mata XIII alive in front of his bed."

Shalin looked at Meilin's children and grandchildren: "Take off his face and make a mask... You must perform this drama more exciting."

A short while later, a horse rushed out of the Meilin house and headed towards the Hydra Palace.

The news of Merlin's "self-harm and serious injury" was immediately spread to the Hydra Palace.

The Temple of Clost.

In the deepest part of the ground, in front of an ancient bronze gate.

Margaret III stood quietly at the gate with her hands behind her back.

"Metiga, can you imagine that Joe's little bastard, he actually developed the real effect of the God's Chariot..." Margaret III's tone was full of surprise: "Who do you think he has received?"

Metiga held the huge scepter in both hands, squinted her eyes, and looked at the bronze door in front of her.

The claustrophobic temple of Hydra Palace itself is an incredible ancient taboo thing... This gate is also the last gate that the royal family of the Delun Empire spent countless efforts and inherited more than a dozen generations of emperors, but failed to open.

According to the speculation of Emperor Delun of all dynasties, if this door could be opened, it might be possible to fully master the Hall of Closing.

With the huge size of the Hall of Cleoster and the powerful suppression power it now shows, this is likely to be an ancient artifact that is more powerful, older, and higher in rank than Hellinger's killing.

Margaret III has been thinking about this these days.

Perhaps, I should let the little fat man Qiao come here to take a look?

Metiga narrowed his eyes and muttered softly: "Well, it doesn't matter who he is, he has contributed enough benefits to the empire, right?"

"Well, your Majesty, maybe there is one thing that needs to be explained to you...Joe can control the Staff of Doron, but when His Majesty Doron made the Staff of Doron, I served him."

"Doron's Staff, bloodline identification has been added."

Margaret III's body stiffened, and then he turned around and stared at Metica.

Metiga shrugged: "Only Hydra's bloodline can master the Staff of Doron..."

Margaret III's eyes flashed with a cold light of unknown meaning: "So."

"He is the blood of the Delun royal family... there is no doubt." Metiga blinked desperately with her wrinkled eyelids: "As for which His Highness left his blood outside...haha!"
Chapter completed!