Anger rushed straight from his heart to his forehead.

A faint crimson glowed in Qiao's pupils, and he glared at the typewriter where the mechanical buttons were beating wildly.

The typewriter, which was jumping up and down with great joy, suddenly froze, like a toad targeted by a python, was stiff all over and silently.

The cubes on Qiao's skin disappeared, and the severe pain also subsided.

Viglar, who was standing at the desk, whispered: "Oh? It seems that the imperial capital is ready."

Hessen nodded heavily.

Just when Qiao had an abnormality on his body, he couldn't help but release his breath to shock the "split" of the fanatical typewriter in front of him.

But unexpectedly, this guy suddenly stopped doing things.

From this point of view, the imperial capital is ready.

In the imperial capital, in the Hall of Cleoster, the fanatical typewriter entrenched on the desk was still pressing the "dadada" by the "dadada" buttons, and bloody words kept appearing in the air above it.

"Duke's Blood, Duke's Blood...If you want me to work, just..."

It had already obtained enough holy blood, but suddenly when Margaret III arrived in person, it was obvious that something very important happened in the Derren Empire. This treacherous taboo thing suddenly came from instinctively and wanted to blackmail again.

The freshly released blood from a noble duke, which was a delicious taste it had never tasted before.

But the crimson divine light in Qiao's pupils lit up, through the endless void, through the twisted and chaotic chaotic space and space, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened and stared at the original body of the fanatical typewriter located in the imperial capital.

Suddenly, the buttons of Fanfeng Typewriter stopped suddenly, and the harsh sound of "da da da da da da da da" in the room disappeared. After a while, several buttons of Fanfeng Typewriter moved slightly.

The blood-colored handwriting appeared, but the content surprised Margaret III.

"Well, don't be too greedy. With the holy blood of the charlatans, I'm very satisfied." The buttons of the fanatical typewriter continued to jump: "Then, let's start... Dear Her Majesty, the humble and small me, I am happy to serve you!"

"Next time, next time, when you need the humble and small me to serve you next time, please let me eat the blood of a noble duke... Whether it is from the empire, from the kingdom, or from the principality, as long as it is from the duke's blood, I will be very satisfied."

Margaret III widened her eyes and pointed to the fanatical typewriter in shock: "It's so strange, will you actually give up the conditions you offered? Very good, I will definitely satisfy your demand next time."

Margaret III looked at the two tall men standing at the desk.

Gray hair, gray eyes, three-dimensional face, and nearly seven feet tall. The man standing on the left side of the desk was wearing an ordinary large lapel, double-breasted black formal attire, and a long black cloak; the man standing on the right side of the desk was wearing a dark blue naval dress and a short dark gray cloak.

The man on the left side of the desk is Salian von Heidra, the eldest grandson of Margaret III, Prince of the Great Hydera (Everglades) of the Derren Empire, Duke of the Black Forest, and Governor of the Sahir Islands in the overseas territory. He is currently the Honorary Dean of the Royal Academy of Sciences of the Imperial Capital, Honorary President of the First University of the Imperial Capital, and Honorary President of the Second University.

All the senior officials of the empire knew that Prince Salian had received allegiance from the Imperial Army and almost 80% of the Teutonic nobles. The Imperial Supervision Department was the private area of ​​Prince Salian.

The man on the right side of the desk, Conrad von Heidraburg, the second grandson of Margaret III. He was named Prince of Sorenti, the Deren Empire, and this was also his only empire title.

Conrad's only actual position is the honorary president of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital, but he is the spokesperson of the navy. The development of the Imperial Navy over the years is inseparable from his efforts. He has a good relationship with the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In the empire, some Teutonic military nobles who lost their power within the army system supported him very much.

In recent years, the Imperial Army has developed steadily, while the Navy has made great strides.

Both the army and the navy are gold-eating monsters, but the imperial military expenditure is limited, so the army and the navy have severe frictions and struggles in all aspects.

Salian and Conrad were the spokespersons of the interests of the Army and the Navy respectively, and their relationship was obviously not much better.

Prime Minister Hamden and the ministers behind him swept quickly over the two princes.

The Army Minister Shi Weiyin took a step to the left, and he was closer to Prince Salian; correspondingly, the Navy Minister Gust took two steps to the right, and he was closer to Prince Conrad.

Behind Hamden, the Chief Inspector General of the Imperial Supervision Department, the Foreign Minister of the Imperial Foreign Ministry, and several other ministers stood still. Civilian officials, compared to these martial artists, are always more steady and scheming, and they will never express their attitudes clearly in public.

Margaret III laughed a few times, and she pointed to Sallyan and Conrad, and said calmly: "Sallyan is doing a good job, Conrad, learn from your brother, don't be so impulsive in doing things... How did you think of kidnapping those unlucky trainee priests?"

"There are ready-made resources in the Imperial Secret Prison, and you must learn to use them, rather than arbitrary and impulsive, to do things like a country barbarian who has not studied."

Margaret III's reprimand is very rude.

Salian smiled slightly and bowed slightly to Margaret III to pay tribute.

Conrad, who was scolded, was handsome and handsome, and seemed to be in his early thirties, and his gray eyes could not help but look angry.

"I'm just anxious to start the fanatical typewriter, I..." Conrad stepped forward and tried to defend himself.

Margaret III walked to the desk, reached out and patted Conrad's face gently: "Okay, okay, I know you have been impatient since childhood. This is not good. In the future, learn to change. In your position, you must learn more steadily... Just a few trainee priests, it is not a big trouble, but you have to help you wipe your butt, right?"

Conrad closed his mouth with a red face, turned his head and glared at Salian fiercely.

Salian, who was over 40 years old but still looked like a thirty-year-old young man, smiled slightly and nodded to his younger brother to express his concern and comfort.

"Okay, dear Mr. Fanatic, send a letter to Port Tulum to ask about the details of the Zhongqiu bloody case. Let Duke Rose be the first statementer." Margaret put her hands behind her back and looked down at the fanatic typewriter on the desk in front of her, cautiously keeping a certain distance from it.

Standing in Margaret's position, you can see drops of blood beads shining with a faint white light on the metal keyboard of the fanatical typewriter rolling around like a happy little mouse.

These blood beads soaked in the entire fanatic typewriter. Drops of blood beads moisturize the complex and fine mechanical structures inside the fanatic typewriter. In these mechanical structures, a gray, ominous breath can occasionally be seen flashing.

The mechanical buttons of the fanatical typewriter were moving 'da da da da da'.

In the Port of Tulum, under Viglar's official residence, in the claustrophobic place, the enthusiastic typewriter on the desk also moved.

The mechanical button "dadadada" was running, and a blood-colored text appeared in the air above the typewriter.

‘Aha, dear Duke Ross, beautiful little girl, old lady of the Derren Empire, let you be the first to make a statement… Can you ask, what are your measurements?’?

Duke Ross's face suddenly became gloomy: "This is not what Her Majesty the Queen can say, this damn taboo thing, if possible, I really want to slash it with one sword."

Duke Ross glanced at Viglar: "Dear Inspector General, this weird thing will not tamper with my words, right?"

Viglar shook his head solemnly: "Its body is in the Hall of Cleuth, sealed and suppressed by Helinger's power. It can be smooth and tactful, but it must be true. This is a curse and a contract. It cannot tamper with your words unless it escapes from the Hall of Cleuth."

Duke Ross nodded, and she stepped forward two steps and stood at her desk.

"Dear Her Majesty, I haven't seen you for two years. I wish you good health and success. Everything I know about the Zhongqiu bloody incident in Tulun Port and the subsequent series of events that have arisen."

In the imperial capital, in the Hall of Cleoster, the mechanical buttons of the fanatical typewriter were beating wildly, and large pieces of blood-colored words kept emerging from it.

Six court clerks held a notebook in their left hand and a special water-filled pen in their right hand. They stood behind and ran their pens as if they were flying, quickly recording the words output by the fanatical typewriter.

Duke Ross explained in detail the entire process of her mobilizing the fleet and the Gassica Island garrison to take over the entire process of taking over the Tulun Port after receiving the news of the attack on Tulun Port.

She explained in detail the work process of the special investigation team and how the investigation results of the Zhongqiu bloody case were released, and what are the conclusive evidence and what are the obscure ones.

In this explanation, Duke Ross had to mention Joe's name again and again.

After all, during the investigation of Zhongqiu's bloody case, Qiao did play an irreplaceable role—the attacker of the Highland Kingdom, the heretics of the corrosive spirit, and even the Lord Yanan who was fishing in the troubled waters. These people were all dug out by Qiao.

And that naval survey data was retrieved by Qiao.

Those captured girls were also saved by Joe.

Even Fu Del, who was hiding in the Kaban family and colluding with heresy, was dug up by Qiao.

More importantly, in the Sea Urchin Bay incident, facing the powerful Rafa, in the harsh situation of Duke Ross being seriously injured, Joe rose up and swung a field cannon and gave Rafa a head-on blow, leaving him behind.

Duke Ross did not add any fuel to the fire, but described in detail and detailed the details of the Zhongqiu bloody incident she participated in, experienced, and knew.

When Duke Ross finished his explanation, the enthusiastic typewriter of the claustrophobia started to move again.

"Then, the old lady said, let the little devil Seajac, who looks vulgar and ugly, look like he is not a good person, make a statement... Ah, do you believe in divination and face? My personal opinion is that this little guy is dead this time!"
Chapter completed!