"By the way, the harem of the Empress of Flowers includes twenty male dragon chefs, seven female dragon chefs, and a male king and a female king~"

Brittanya's cheeks grew redder and her expression became more and more shy. Seeing her like this, Princess Josephine seemed to have awakened the little demon in her heart.

"I will also tell you a little secret that is not recorded in the history books. These two kings are husband and wife, or they used to be husband and wife~"

"Huh!?"

Brittania let out a sudden exclamation.

It turned out that as soon as Josephine finished speaking, she leaned into Brittany's ear and blew softly on her delicate earlobe.

For a while, the atmosphere of the entire princess's bedroom suddenly became ambiguous.

The other two maid ladies, who had been standing beside them like wooden stakes, consciously walked out of the dormitory and led the door with them.

Only the sound of Brittanya's plea for mercy and Princess Josephine's strong persecution could be heard faintly from inside the door.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess, this is not very good...

"What's the matter, it's not that I haven't seen it. Let me see how you've been doing lately! ”

"Your Royal Highness Princess, it's really not good!"

"Humph! You can't escape the palm of my hand! Show me! ”

"Don't!!"

The two maids standing in the doorway stood as if they had heard nothing, and stood there motionless as if they had not squinted, like sculptures.

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Qian Chen followed the passage to the thirteenth floor, where the 'Crown Emblem' was stored.

At this time, the live broadcast has been completely cut off, and it can be explained before that it is to grasp the progress of Qian Chen's breakthrough, but now that Qian Chen has left, it will be a bit of an invasion of the guards' private privacy if it continues to be broadcast.

The great Helena is always good and has a little bit of a bad temperament.

Qian Chen also found that from the passage from the twelfth floor to the thirteenth floor, he never saw a camera again.

The entire thirteenth floor has become a completely secluded space.

According to common sense, in general, where valuables are stored, cameras are installed in every corner to make the whole space as free of dead corners as possible.

However, the thirteenth layer did the opposite, and Qian Chen's curiosity couldn't help but win.

There seems to be some secret hidden on the thirteenth floor.

When you open the door, you will be greeted by a very simple hall. The simplicity made Qian Chen a little unbelievable.

According to Qian Chen's imagination, this place should be resplendent and luxurious to the extreme. There should be a crystal chandelier hanging overhead, a red carpet on the floor, and a portrait of Napoleon or some other world-class painting on the wall.

But there was nothing in the hall.

There are no patterns on the pillars, no reliefs on the walls, and the floor is not paved with marble, but the most ordinary bluestone slabs, which have been weathered to varying degrees after the wear and tear of the years.

The only thing left was a pedestal carved out of bluestone with a bronze badge on it.

Qian Chen walked over and picked up the badge, the badge was already covered with patina, and the lines on it were almost unclear, but he could vaguely see that there seemed to be a crown engraved in the middle, and the row of French engraved below the pattern was completely unclear.

Qian Chen looked at the badge in his hand with a strange expression.

If he hadn't taken it down from the pedestal, he would have suspected it was a fake.

Throw it to the waste collector for fear that others will not like it.

At this moment, Qian Chen found that after the badge was picked up, there seemed to be handwriting in the groove inlaid with the badge.

Fortunately, this handwriting is engraved on the bluestone, although there are some traces of corrosion, it is still vaguely recognizable.

"Mary, I'm sorry. It's all for France - Nab. ”

"Nab?"

A question mark popped up in Qian Chen's mind, who is Nabu?

Shouldn't it be Napoleon?

And so on, it seems that Napoleon's original name was Napoleon Buwanaba, an Italian name.

The name derives from the island of Corsica, where Napoleon was born. As a young man, Napoleon refused to recognize himself as French and was bent on giving Corsica independence from France.

Uh~ The ending, everyone has seen it.

It turns out that the 'Law of True Fragrance' applies to everyone, whether he is a commoner or the founding emperor of the French Empire.

So the 'law of true fragrance' is the truth.

Since it has been determined that the person who left this sentence is Emperor Napoleon, the 'Mary' mentioned in this sentence, combined with the location where Qian Chen is located, obviously refers to Empress Mary, who was publicly executed during the Revolution before Napoleon's reign.

What was in Napoleon's mind when he left these words and this crown of astonishing power?

Guilt, regret, determination, persistence or calmness?

Or maybe both.

The truth has been buried in the dust of history.

What Napoleon engraved the message for, leaving the coat of arms, perhaps only he himself knows.

But a little Qian Chen can be sure.

The image of Napoleon gradually came alive in his mind. It is no longer just the official French propaganda of the Divine Emperor, who is a myth of personality and almost perfect to the point of falsehood.

"What kind of man was Napoleon?"

Qian Chen couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Hmm~ a bold uncle with a scruffy beard?"

Very suddenly, a crisp and pleasant female voice came from behind her.

"Who!?"

Qian Chen jumped a lot, he never expected to meet someone here.

He quickly turned around, and a pure white girl stood quietly behind him, looking at him with a smile on her face.

The long gray-white hair is tied into two ponytails, the blue eyes like jewels shine with a dazzling and innocent luster, the face is delicate and flawless, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, with a somewhat innocent, a little pure, and a little coquettish smile.

The girl wore a white dress of similar color to her hair, with silver trim at the hem, long boots of the same color up to the base of her thighs on her slender legs, and white gloves of the same color on her slender palms.

This is a girl like a lily. If you ignore her weird way of appearing.

Qian Chen didn't take it lightly, he asked cautiously.

"May I ask who you are?"

"Marie Antonewatt, just call me Mary."

The girl who called herself Mary pulled up her skirt and asked her head slightly, made a skirt salute, and said very happily.

"Marie Antonevat!? Queen Mary!? But you're not... ”

Qian Chen said with a shocked face.

Queen Mary smiled.

"As you know, standing before you is nothing more than the ghost of the past."

Queen Mary's expression was very calm, so calm that Qian Chen was a little embarrassed for a while.

Qian Chen remembered that his knife teacher, Tsukahara Buchuan, was also in this special state.

It turns out that Queen Mary actually became a kitchen spirit after her death!