Joe poured a liter of stout beer on George, about a quarter of an hour ago.

Margo was sitting on the west side of the Chaogong Hall, in a simple and simple lounge.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the guests gathering together on the grass outside.

The sky is shining with a silver moon, and the thick clouds are dispersed, and the air is extremely clean, so the visibility is extremely high. You can clearly see a black dot slowly crossing the surface of the silver moon.

"San Mount Al...what is that thing?" Margo sat on a small sofa by the window, watching the black dot slowly crossing the moon surface with a little excitement.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, on the grass not far from the lounge, there were several men wearing ordinary army uniforms standing.

They were holding their hands behind their backs, looking like they were doing nothing and chatting about something.

Without looking at them more, Margo could ask about the unique taste of Shanghai Dela Seowei from such a distance.

In the corner of the lounge, there were two young men wearing ordinary court knight uniforms but also carrying the cold and solemn smell of Hydra Secret Guard.

They are a little far from Margo, but very close to the two doors of the lounge. One leads to the convention hall and the other leads to the banquet hall where the group dances are being performed.

Margo was in a bad mood.

He lowered his head, held his knees with both hands, and shook his body gently back and forth.

He smiled, with a strange look.

It was like when he was a child, he was hiding in the Apophis Palace with his father... He hid in the dark wardrobe, looking forward and slightly scared, waiting for his father to pull himself out of the darkness.

"Oh, what about what you promised?"

Margo pursed his lips and hummed a traditional lullaby from the Deren Empire from the depths of his throat.

After a moment of "huh", a door in the lounge was pushed open, and the slightly tired Mata XIII walked in with great strides.

He walked into the lounge, took out a plaid handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead hard, then let out a long sigh, strode to the opposite Marg, and sat heavily on the sofa.

"Mag!" Mata XIII looked at Mag very seriously.

"Hello, my respected Your Highness." Margo held his hands on his knees, raised his head, and looked at Mata XIII quietly: "I think you have brought some news that I don't want to hear, right?"

"You promised to restore my title?"

"Isn't it supposed to be that in the court hall, in front of so many distinguished guests, I formally restore my identity as a member of the royal family, restore my due title treatment, and let me reappear in front of the imperial public?"

"Why, I'm sitting here, waiting for you, waiting for you."

"I can hear the cheers and applause from the next door... Oh, how many grassroots people were lucky to become nobles in one day? The empire was timid and took out many worthless copper coins and sprinkled them lightly, in exchange for their praises. I was grateful?"

Mata XIII widened his eyes and looked at Margo who was mean, and took a deep breath.

"Mary is right."

"What did she say right?" Margo tilted his head and looked at Mata XIII with a smile: "You promised me, you promised that I would get everything I deserve at this year's New Year celebration... But I sat here like a fool, sitting here alone, and inexplicably eight Hydra Secret Guards were watching me!"

"Eight Hydra Secret Guards are watching me, and I am sitting here alone like an abandoned stray dog!"

"From my trust in you, my attachment to my own bloodline, my respect for the reputation of the imperial family, and my little vanity towards the royal identity and imperial title... I rushed to Hydra Palace less than 1:00 in the afternoon..."

"And then, I've been sitting here all the time."

"Starting from three o'clock, I've been sitting here stupidly...Four, five o'clock, six o'clock, seven o'clock..."

"I have been quietly waiting for the arrival of the court etiquette officer, and I have been waiting for your call."

"I have always been looking forward to me pushing open the door you just came in, walking through the short corridor, standing in front of you in amazement, accepting your enthronement, and restoring everything I deserve."

"But, I didn't wait..."

"Now, you are here, you are here with a heavy face."

"You said, because... because of my great-grandmother... what did she say? Can you let me hear it?"

Margo looked at Mata XIII with a smile: "It's okay, just say it, I can bear it."

Mata XIII looked at Mag with a deep look: "Mag, you have performed well over the years. Hydra Secret Guard, Supervision Department, Police Department, and the intelligence departments that are big and small, and they all say that you act like a regular...a good teacher."

"Aren't me? Or, don't I look like me? Compared to the hypocritical academicians on the grass just now, I lacked besides my qualifications...?" Margo continued to tilt his head and asked Mata XIII in a sharp voice.

"Mary said...you have bad character." Mata XIII stared at Margo solemnly: "Who do you think I should believe between Mary and you?"

"My character is corrupt?" Margo let go of his hands on his knees, made an extremely exaggerated expression of surprise, and his body fell heavily backwards, leaning heavily on the backrest of the sofa: "My character is corrupt? Ha, who do you compare me with? Isaac Ferritt, Makkay, Magnan? Or, who else in the royal family?"

Mata XIII watched Margo's performance in disappointment.

He shook his head, sighed, and slowly stood up: "Mary is right. You are so good at performing... Even over the years, you have even believed that you are a good teacher who is 'performing' and 'respectful',' right?"

"Is the robbery of the Royal Bank related to you?" Mata XIII looked down at Mag leaning against the sofa with his hands behind his back.

"Of course it has nothing to do with me." Margo responded firmly to Mata XIII's question.

"Mia and Miko, who are called corroded wings, have nothing to do with you?" Mata XIII continued to ask.

"I swear with my soul that I have nothing to do with them." Margo raised his right hand confidently, his eyes firmly and clear, and there was no sign of any wavering or other impurities.

"Then, Maiken, who is regarded as the core of the evil ritual sacrifice, your student Maiken, has nothing to do with you?" Mata XIII continued to ask a loud question.

Margo looked at Mata XIII with horror: "What's wrong with Maiken? How is he? He didn't take this year's final exam. I thought he was unfortunately killed in this imperial capital chaos... I have been asking about this matter in the police station these days, but none of those waste police officers can give me a clear answer!"

Marg hugged his head tightly with both hands and grabbed his hair with all his fingers.

He looked at Mata XIII with disbelief: "What happened to Miken? No, no...I promised him that I would recommend him the quota and let him stay in school to teach after graduation, and then... can still... continue to study advanced graduate courses..."

Mata XIII pursed her lips: "Okay, throw away these impossible questions... You just used the pain of an ordinary old lady on the grass!"

All of Margo's expressions completely frozen on his face.

He looked at Mata XIII with a stiff face: "You saw it?"

Mata XIII sighed, he shook his head and whispered: "Mary saw... because of your behavior, her mood became extremely bad..."

Margo swallowed hard and spitted: "But, I paid attention to it at that time, but I couldn't find her!"

Mata XIII said in a deep tone with her hands behind her back: "After all, she is your great-grandmother, the most powerful Hydra in the empire today... Marg, compared to her, you are... too weak. You are... too ignorant."

Margo restrained all the expressions on his face.

He hugged his hands in front of his chest and muttered softly: "That old guy in Florence is right. People should not be complacent. The more proud you are, the closer you are to failure."

"Ha, he made a lot of sense, didn't he?"

"Then, my dear great-grandfather, the things you promised me suddenly have nothing to do with me, because I was on the grass and wanted to kill an insignificant old woman?"

Mata XIII shook her head gently: "She has no grudges and no grudges with you, and you can attack her for some unknown reason... How similar is your personality to your grandfather and your father?"

"My grandfather, my father...ah." Margo smiled brightly again. He slowly stood up, with his hands on his back, raised his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Mata XIII provocatively: "In your heart, they are all the evil bastards in the world...but in my heart, they are my father, my grandfather!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Margo whispered: "So, what is my punishment? Dear great-grandfather, what is my punishment? Should I go to the Northern Ice Sea to fish with my grandfather, or go to the Blood Kapok Fort and accompany my father to the black prison?"

Mata XIII narrowed his eyes and looked at Maga coldly: "Go to Machu Picchu in the southwest mountainous area, in the southwest corner of the Bichu Province, there is a newly established Machu Picchu city, and that city belongs to you. You can go there and spend your life with peace of mind. No permission is allowed, no departure from your fiefdom."

"Bhikkhu Province?" Margo stayed for a long time. It was so difficult for him to find the exact location of the Bhikkhu Province from the huge territory of the empire... It was a real mountain corner, a real remote area, a barren land that even wild boars could not survive.

"So, am I exiled?" Margo pursed his lips vigorously.

"You have been exiled... Let's set out now, and there is no stop on the road. There is a special train waiting for you. It will send you to Tielin County, which is closest to the monk's province, and then someone will send you to your fiefdom."
Chapter completed!