Looking around at the crowd, he said slowly.

"Badr Bedford, His Majesty the Emperor, was killed last night by Prime Minister Rackmond. And I just learned that it was Badr who implemented the Turin Law in the Empire. ”

Seeing the shock on everyone's faces, he continued.

"The good news is that most of the Thunder Lion Army was damaged in last night's operation, and our plan to attack the palace is obviously more secure, but the success of the reform is closely related to everyone here, and until then, everyone must not relax."

The people of the back three streets nodded one after another, for them, this reform must not be allowed to fail, because it is related to the fate of the people of the back three streets.

Looking at you one by one, Oreo said word by word.

"The workers are already fighting, and they will hold the Thunder Lion at bay for us. But in addition to the Thunder Lion Army, many nobles in Turin have private soldiers, which is quite a variable, so ......"

As he spoke, Oreo turned around and pulled the curtain back behind him.

The aristocracy of Turin is naturally not monolithic, and there are contradictions between them, large and small.

All you have to do is light a fire in this brazier of love and hatred, and it will soon be burning in Turin.

The curtain opened, and the blackboard was full of names, and every nobleman above the count of Turin could find it on this blackboard.

These nobles were mainly composed of a few powerful dukes, scattered like branches downward.

Oreo circled the first Duke with chalk and looked at the people in the hall.

"Dimurati, you take someone to burn down the Duke of Robles' Palace."

"Yes!"

The thug answered, and quickly ran out of the conference room.

Oreo pointed to another person, Duke of Holson, Duke of Robles's nemesis.

"Radomir, Duke Herson is at Snow Hill Villa, you take a couple of people to Fifth Street and kidnap his wife, and then lock the woman up and give her a Navoli conch, she knows what to do."

Radomir stood up, and he said in confusion.

"Mr. Oreo, what's your wife?"

Oreo slapped his head.

"A wife is a lady! Take her wife captive as fast as you can! ”

"Yes!"

Radomir also ran out of the conference room as quickly as possible.

Next is the remaining dukes, and if the dukes have contradictions, they will lead the contradictions to the hostile dukes, and if there are no contradictions, they will start with the marquis below.

Anyway, Turin is so big, there is a connection between the nobility and the nobility.

As long as these connections are clear, once one end of the thread is grasped, a string of people will be held in their hands!

After an hour of set-up, the overcrowded office was empty, except for a masked man sitting directly below.

Taking off his mask, Reka spread his hands.

"Although I hate your servant, I have to say, I really miss him now......"

Oreo glanced at him.

"Reka, you know what you're going to do, right?"

Reka flipped the mask over and over in his hand, just like he was feeling at the moment.

"My friend, as the acting director of the City Patrol Bureau, I don't think it's really appropriate to participate in your rebel party...... But for the sake of friendship, I will resolutely participate, but can you give this important task to someone else? ”

Oreo shook his head.

"Reka, there is no one I can trust around me, Chenino is a wall-to-wall grass, he has no consciousness to dedicate himself to reform, so you must enter the palace with the griffin army."

"Consciousness ...... for Reform"

Reka's face turned pale, "I don't seem to have any." ”

Reaching out to put his arm around Reka's shoulder, Oreo said firmly.

"My friend, you are not a small person now, there is really no need to give your life for the people of the Third Street, but you must not forget that the people will be the vested interests of this revolution, if you succeed, you Reka will definitely be recorded in the history books, which is a great achievement."

Reka waved his hand repeatedly.

"Shut up, my friend, I feel like I've become a hero, the kind buried in the dirt."

Oreo spread his hands.

"I'm just trying to motivate you."

Picking up the mask, Reka waved his hand.

"Alright, I'll go to the palace and meet Chenino."

Oreo watched him from afar, with his hands behind his back.

"Good luck, my friend."

Walking all the way to the door, Reka suddenly stopped.

"Most of the people who appear in novels will die if they have this kind of plot."

Reka paused, "If I die, remember to take care of my mother for me." ”

Looking into Reka's eyes, Oreo said slowly.

"I will."

With a wave of his hand, Reka quickly disappeared into the conference room.

Oreo sat down slowly, he hadn't slept since yesterday, his brain running at full speed was close to collapsing.

But he knew he couldn't close his eyes.

Picking up the cup in front of him, Oreo drank the coffee inside.

I don't know if it's because he drank too much or something else, the City Patrol Bureau's coffee doesn't work for him anymore.

Angelyl trotted to the door and gently closed the door of the conference room.

Then she ran up to Oreo, and she leaned over and said.

"Mr. Oreo, what are we going to do?"

Oreo didn't answer her, and after a while, he raised his left hand, and spread it out under Angelyl's eyes.

"Ahh

Seeing the eyeball in the palm of her hand, Angelelle let out a scream.

"It's ...... What are you doing! ”

He said weakly.

"Angely, I didn't think we could beat Rackmond, but I would give my hard, even my life, to it.

Turin really can't go on like this......"

Holding that hand, Angelil said with a shudder.

"I remember you said that people can't borrow the power of dragons for too long, and go on like this...... You're going to die. ”

Holding Angelille's right hand, Oreo whispered.

"The Bedford family owes Turin, and now it's my turn to pay the debt."

Angelyl repeated incoherently.

"Why...... Why is this happening. ”

Oreo motioned for Angelyl to sit down beside him, and the two were almost snuggled together.

"Angelil, where you can't see, there are already many people who have lost their lives, and the loss of these lives is more or less related to me.

I am a conceited person, and I will never allow anyone to die because of me, and this guilt is more disturbing than physical pain, so I have the consciousness of death...... No, I am already mortal. ”

He tilted his head and looked into Angelil's eyes, his gaze full of tenderness.

"Angelil, there's a secret I've always wanted to tell you......"

Blinking, Angelil said.

"What's the secret?"

"I'll tell you later."

Oreo shook his head and reached out to wipe the tears from Angelil's face.

"I want you to remember that after my death, no matter what becomes of Turin, that office must be open."