President Mi Lei sat on the desk, crossed Erlang's legs, and the unknown Wen Jiàn was rolled into a paper tube by her, and patted it rhythmically on her hand. She looked at the little white hair who was effortlessly carrying a life-sized cardboard box and cleaning and arranging it in the office, and her eyes were full of happiness and pride.

Not to mention, although the younger brother of the vice president has the same sullen face as him, his body level is definitely at the level of a zenith star. Since they all live in the student union, it is a waste of resources not to use them as coolies.

Look at the red-haired girl standing timidly by the door, not knowing what to do, not to mention those stunned guys, she can't hold it as a woman. With this mascot, the future publicity and appeal of the student union will be on a higher level, and it is not a dream to be admired by all the people!

On the grounds that he ruined the atmosphere on the first day of transfer, was rude in public, and was shameless, these two people were really a wise decision!

Not to mention anything else, apart from the emperor himself, is there anyone else in the world who can command two princes at once?

Without! Not anymore except for me, Mirey Ashford!

What I am...

"President."

Lelouch couldn't stand the corrosive and strange atmosphere emanating from there any longer, and he put down the pen in his hand.

"Please give me the financial statement of the equestrian club, and I will check it."

"Find it yourself." Mi Lei ignored the clerical coolie, still basking in happiness.

"The report is in your hands." Lelouch sighed as he spoke.

There was a soft "pop", and the roll of paper fell in front of Lelouch's eyes.

"Really, there's no prestige..." Ilan seized the moment to sprinkle salt as he passed by.

"Don't you either."

"I don't have any prestige in the first place."

Ilan said briskly. Brushed the cardboard box on his shoulder, and continued to be busy, without the slightest displeasure.

Xia Li looked at this diligent little white hair, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Anyway, Yilan-kun's strength is really great."

"Where, where." Ilan said modestly. "It has nothing to do with strength, as long as you find the center of gravity of the heavy object and put it on a perpendicular line with your own center of gravity, then you can maintain balance with a small amount of force. Senior Sister Xia Li can also do it very easily. ”

"Huh?! Are you sure? "The carnal Charlie is starting to get ready to try.

"Of course."

So the two began to play the game of lifting the box, and they had a lot of fun.

"Good." Seeing that Xia Li had mastered the essentials of maintaining balance, Ilan said again. "It's all about balancing on the move."

So Xia Li, who discovered her potential, began to move boxes excitedly・・・・・・

It's good, District 11 is really rich in hot-blooded stupid people. Yilan nodded with satisfaction, and said Senior Sister Xiali, you are learning really fast, now challenge your limits.

Seeing this, Lelouch laughed helplessly.

Speaking of which, this kid is really the opposite type of himself, he is good at inciting emotions and making agitation methods, while Yilan is following the hair, making people unconsciously played by him.

Finally, filling out the last form, Lulu let out a long sigh.

"Ilan, accompany me to the dormitory." Lelouch winked as he spoke.

The two of them asked the president for a leave of absence, and returned to Ilan's dormitory, which had been given him the same place yesterday as empty except for a bed and a writing desk. But Lelouch chose to talk here for his reasons.

"Nanali is here, it's inconvenient to speak."

"Business?" Ilan sat down on the bed.

"Is that Karene Staffield okay?"

"No problem, she's a half-blood, and according to her own wishes, she should be called Red Moon Karen."

Lelouch breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. There were his classmates among the terrorists, and he hadn't even noticed it, which was really embarrassing.

"Let's not talk about this first, don't you think it's strange for the imperial brother." Ilan frowned. "Kulovis has been dead for three days, and it's okay to say that the army is completely wiped out, and you can report that the exercise is over and go back to your own military region or something, but won't everyone think it's strange that the governor hasn't shown up for three days?"

"I don't know, do you want to deal with it in a low-key way, and report that Cullovis has returned to China and recounted something, but ・・・・・・"

The death of Cullovis is a big deal, and if it is used well, it can make his opponent unsafe, or even fall to the ground. The aristocratic bureaucrats at the top of the empire could have reported on the matter without denying that Kulovis had died at the hands of terrorists, and they would have played up the rhetoric of public opinion to oppress their opponents.

Theoretically, they could now see on television at any time the emergency episode of Kulovis' death in an assassination attempt, and at the same time inform the general public that the murderer had been caught, that His Highness's security forces, staff officers, and generals should be escorted home for dereliction of duty, and so on・・・・・・

"Wait! Murderer! Lelouch suddenly figured something out.

"Well, they don't have a murderer・・・・・・"

Since the terrorists cannot be reported, then the only way to find a scapegoat, and the person who will make this scapegoat has not yet been determined, which is probably the reason for the news blockade.

"So, the country doesn't know that Cullovis is dead? This message is still blocked within the military headquarters of District 11? Ilan speculated further.

"That's right."

Hurriedly reported to his country that the third prince was dead and assassinated. Who killed him? I don't know, I'm still investigating. No stupid person would do such a thing, unless he was too long-lived.

Cullowis's death must be reported at the same time as the news that the killer has been captured.

"People who know the news and those who don't know the news, ・・・・・・ always feel that some articles can be done." Ilan collapsed on the bed, posing in a big word, her brain racing.

"You want to leak this news to your home country? Take this to hit the military headquarters of the 11th district? ”

"How so." Elan smiled. "Even if we can paralyze the military in Area 11 for the time being, we still can't swallow Area 11 at all with our strength, it's too far behind."

"So・・・・・・ how about just selling it to the 11th District military?"

Lu Luxiu raised his forehead and pondered for a long time, and then suddenly said.

"Huh? Do you want hush money from them? Armament? Ilan reacted immediately.

"No, they can't give weapons or anything anyway, they are still soldiers no matter how stupid they are, but something else, like ・・・・・・"

"Money!" Ilan sat up all at once.

"Well, soldiers don't like this kind of thing so much, in that case・・・・・・" Lelouch stopped talking, but waited for Ilan's opinion.

"This is really, drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle, dismantling the army's platform from the most fundamental place. So, what about the hole cards now? ”

"I let them put it away."

Lelouch smiled chillingly.

"If you don't need to, I'm afraid it's going to break."

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Suzaku obviously felt that there were more people in the ward these days.

In fact, when he was taken to the hospital by Lloyd and Cecil, the emergency physician had already discovered that his tissues were already showing signs of healing!

This eleven is simply a humanoid arthropod! The ability to restore fù is so powerful that it is against the sky! The doctor managed to resist the urge to cut off his leg and see if he could regenerate it. The kid opened his eyes the day after the operation, and after three days he was able to barely walk on his own, and it seemed that the cast on his arm would be removed in less than a month, and he would be completely restored.

Although this was a direct order from the Earl of Jeremia's border, asking them to make this eleven recover quickly, and they did so with all their hearts, the biggest credit was the young man's own perverted physique.

"Miss Cecil, are there any soldiers outside the door?" Suzaku asked, putting down the spoon.

"Huh?"

Cecil, who was quietly reading a book, looked up.

"There seems to be the sound of firearms as people walk around the door."

"Uh, yes・・・・・・" Cecil didn't know how to answer him, and she was also confused as to why the military people were targeting Suzaku, but it was definitely not a good thing anyway.

"Is it because of me?"

Just as Cecil was about to comfort him, the door of the ward was rudely opened, and three or four tall soldiers, seeing that the status of the military uniform was not low, walked in with Suzaku's attending physician. The special sound of the boots coming into contact with the ground is very unsettling.

"Is that him?"

One of the officers glanced at Suzaku and immediately turned his face to the doctor and asked, as if he had seen something unclean.

"Yes, the patient's name, Suzaku." The doctor showed the officer the case and proved that it was this person.

"Hmph, aren't you already able to sit up?"

"Well, theoretically I'm just out of danger, but this patient has a special constitution, so..."

"I don't care what kind of constitution! The order above is to report as soon as you can move, why wait until now? ”

The doctor was about to explain, but the officers didn't seem to want to hear any reason, and as soon as they waved out the door, four or five soldiers with guns on their backs crowded in and gathered around Suzaku. Even the air in the small hospital room suddenly became hot.

"What are you going to do?!" Cecil hurriedly stopped the soldier who wanted to drag Suzaku.

"Please don't hinder us in the execution of our official duties, Private Suzaku is a prisoner suspected of killing His Highness Kulovis, since there is no danger to his life, then there is no problem with us going back and questioning."

The officer at the head didn't want to offend the special commission, so his tone was much lighter, but his look was not reduced in the slightest.

"What?! Hall of Cullovis..."

The officer glared at the doctor and told him to shut up.

"What do you say? That's a terrorist..."

"Please pay attention to your words, Your Highness has passed away, and if you slander Your Highness again, we will have to take you with us."

"You guys!"

"It's all right, Miss Cecil." Suzaku opened the quilt first and stood up with difficulty. "I don't know what they're talking about, but I didn't kill Your Highness, just go over and make it clear to them."

"But, they—" Cecil knew very well that Suzaku would definitely not come back as long as she went, and she didn't know what the officers were thinking.

"I didn't do anything like that, so..." Suzaku reached out and asked the soldiers to handcuff him, and another sharp pain hit. "There's no need to worry about me."

Seeing him like this, several officers showed a little admiration in their eyes, and waved their hands to let his men escort him out-he had wanted to kick the monkey of Area 11 out of the door.

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Sure enough, I still have to do the hard work.

Elan wore a black peaked cap that obscured his main features, and a trench coat with a stand-up collar to further cover his face. He stood not far in front of the HITV TV building, waiting for his target.

The informant of the information mutual aid relationship that he had established when he first came to Japan was Ditohart Lidder, the program producer of HITV.

The blonde ponytail man is a media worker with a fanatical bigotry about journalism, and in Yilan's opinion, the guy can even pay with his own life in order to get a big piece of news.

When they first met, Elan had a knife on Diethardt's neck, and he was going to torture him to confess to the schedule of the military leadership, and finally kill him.

But this guy with a ponytail actually looked excited, and said everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans, and swore that he would not leak the news.

It's actually nothing, after all, the life is in the hands of others. But this guy is different, he actually asked about Ilan's purpose without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he even wanted to know when, where, and who Ilan planned to attack. He hopes to be the first to appear at the scene of the crime with the camera!

So Ilan had the mentality of giving it a try and spared his life, after all, it would be great if there was a reliable source of information. A few days later, one of his military staff officers was killed in the hotel, and after the evacuation, he informed Ditohart of the news, and the blonde ponytail man rushed to make a special report with a group of men.

At this point, the relationship between the two was established, with Ditohart in charge of providing information, and Ilan informing him as soon as the crime occurred.

Help each other and make progress together.

The information that Ilan had previously provided to the Resistance Group was obtained from Ditohart.

Finally, the figure of the pony-tailed man appeared at the door of the building, and Ilan beckoned to him, turned around and walked into a small alley, and the pony-tailed man looked around to make sure that no one was staring at him, and immediately followed quickly.

"Mr. Lead." Ilan greeted him with a chin of his head.

"News again?"

Excited, Diethart gets straight to the point.

Ilan handed him a photo, the pony-tailed man reached out to take it, just glanced at it, his body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes stared at the photo, and his hungry look almost seemed to swallow it.

"Could it be, these days..." Diethardt's voice changed.

"It's in my hands." Ilan confirmed his guess.

"In your hands?!"

"Let's make a deal, give me two million, and this news will be yours." Ilan snatched the picture from his hand and withdrew it into his arms.

"Two million?!" Although Diethardt is also a petty bourgeoisie, he ・・・・・・ take out so much money at once

"If you can't get it, you can borrow it from others, such as the military department, and this money is just a full body maintenance for Sunderland."

"Do you want to ・・・・・・・ if I take their money, isn't it equivalent to hush money?"

"You didn't collect hush money, I collected hush money, you just need to let them transfer the money to this account." Elanse gave him a note with a string of numbers written on it. "Mr. Elied's relationship with the military is more credible than the blackmail of terrorists. Leave them a message, 'I know the news that His Highness has died,' and that's it, there's no evidence at all, right? ”

Ilan's voice was full of temptation.

Diethardt took a deep breath and closed his eyes in contemplation for a moment.

"Yes." The frenzy of the media finally prevailed over reason.

Ilan nodded in satisfaction.

"Then, in return, I will package this news more gorgeously than you can imagine, please look forward to it."