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Gianna's words were fulfilled. Zhao Mian knew very well that the reason why the soldier guarding the gate of the capital was hesitant must be from the royal family, and something must have happened to the ruling class of the city that should not have happened - the most terrible thing is that the king as the king of a country has been controlled, and in this era of very centralized power, the king's words represent the law, and controlling the king means controlling the entire country. And the other party even hesitated, his eyes flashed as if he was expecting something, which made Zhao Mian even more convinced of his inference.

But an inference can only be an inference if it is not supported by facts. It can only represent one of many possibilities, and Zhao Mian knows this very well. He needed to see the leader of the country - even if it was just a puppet. For there are many things that only the one who sits on the throne can answer.

"Night isn't a good time to fly, human. Even if we are dragons, it is very likely that we will bump into something at night because of a momentary mistake, especially some people with eye diseases, they may not want to fly in the air at night. "But it's good that I'm glad I have good eyesight, at least I don't need to put two lenses in the scales around my eyes or something, like old Tamson." ”

"But I think that thing is usually on the bridge of the nose, right?" Zhao Mian said while carefully observing the activities of the patrol team below, "Wait, over there, that corner is good, close enough to that palace, and the dark shadow extends all the way to the corner of the palace, as long as the average person doesn't carry anything conspicuous, I'm afraid they can go straight over." ”

"Be careful, then, I'll be back in four hours, as promised. ”

Silently, Zhao Mian fell outside the palace that seemed to be made of gold, he bent down slightly, hiding in the corner between the two houses on the side, just the right amount of moonlight provided more protection for his lurking, and he carefully avoided the passing of the two waves of patrols - from what he had just seen circling in the sky, the two pairs of patrols were too close to each other, and the next team was a little far away, and there was nearly eight seconds or so for Zhao Mian to pass.

In order to be safe, Zhao Mian deliberately waited until all the soldiers of the opponent's second team had walked through the next corner, and then he rushed to the wall of the palace at once, turned over and jumped into the window of a room.

This should be a women's room, and the status should not be low. Zhao Mian judged from the smell and decoration of the room - of course, maybe the blonde young woman on the wooden bed next to her was already in a deep sleep stage, and it was an important reason for this judgment.

Zhao Mian didn't alarm the other party, and walked out of the room lightly and came to the corridor of the palace.

No king of any country would allow himself to live in a small house, and this is a common principle in any world. So the palace was very large - but the king's rooms were generally easy to find, because even in the palace, the king was basically the largest one to live in. Zhao Mian had been observing for a long time when he was in the air, the largest house here was in the northeast corner of the whole palace, and from the window he could overlook the second half of the entire city, and that house was also the most heavily defended one in the whole palace, there were almost no dead ends, and the guards were carefully observing everything around with their eyes open.

So Zhao Mian knocked them all unconscious.

Although these people are very good in physical fitness, and the strongest of them are even like minotaurs, they are not so difficult for Zhao Mian to solve - sneak attacks from the shadows can always make many people fall directly without saying a word, thanks to the long experience of those agents of MI7, they always know the weaknesses of various humanoid creatures very clearly.

One by one, Zhao Mian tied everyone together with a rope, they would not wake up until the sun came tomorrow, and a little hypnotic drug helped Zhao Mian quickly control the form - these guys were the last shift before dawn, and even the surrounding dark sentinels were all down here, and no one would disturb Zhao Mian's next actions.

He lifted his hood slightly, and looked himself at the room in front of him from under the brim of his hat - it seemed to be carved out of gold in many places, and the light of the torches around it emitted a glow of almost golden flames. Zhao Mian pushed open the door and walked in.

In the middle of the ornate room, an old man lying on a large fluffy bed opened his eyes, he looked very old, like an old birch tree that had reached the end of its age, his pale skin, hair growing haphazardly in all directions, and the wrinkles on his face were like dry bark, or cracked riverbed.

He sat up with some difficulty, and looked at the person in front of him carefully - it seemed that it took him a long time to realize that the person in front of him was not a guy he knew, and then Zhao Mian heard a hoarse voice coming from the old man's throat, it was as unbearable as an accordion pulled by a broken bellows, and Zhao Mian was sure that even if he hadn't knocked the guards outside, no one would have heard this guy's shouting - because it was so small.

"Grema, Grima......" Without any self-judgment, the other party didn't seem to have any thoughts of his own, and began to call the name at the first time - but no one could hear such a faint shout, except for Zhao Mian who was present.

Zhao Mian walked up.

He opened the other party's eyelids and carefully observed the other party's eyes - the cloudy mist was filled with it, and the eyes were blank, this is a typical manifestation of loss of self-awareness, this situation Zhao Mian is not unfamiliar, those Twilight cultists will become like this for a long time after walking through the hands of MI7, basically whatever you ask at that time, the other party will tell you something, even if he completely follows your instructions, it is not very difficult to do it.

But this should not appear in the body of the king of a country, Zhao Mian can even feel that some kind of medicine is working in the body of the king in front of him, that thing drains the vitality of this human who is not old and weak, and also confuses his mind. Zhao Mian took the food and cups on the table next to him and looked at them carefully - there was no problem with the food, all of them were intact, and these vegetables and fruits should be fresh food that was picked that day. But the cup--Zhao Mian saw that there was still a little bit of base left, he dipped a little of his hand and put it on his tongue, and then he frowned and took his finger out.

"Hallucinogens, or confessions, feel a lot like these two drugs, and both have destructive properties. Zhao Mian looked at King Xiyudon, who was still calling 'Grimma' on the side, "That guy named Grima is the most suspicious, it is obviously not enough to just take drugs to achieve this effect, he should also perform some hypnotic acts from time to time - maybe it is verbal inducement, but it is not impossible that it may come from mysterious magic, and from this state, I am afraid that this drug is not the first day to take it." ”

"There's no point in staying here any longer, it seems like we're going to have to meet that 'Grimma'. Zhao Mian shook his head, turned around and left the room. Behind him, the king was still calling out to his Grimma.