"My majesty, look at what time it is!"

On the way back to the palace, Tamia said hatefully, "Just having breakfast!" It's almost nine o'clock now! ”

Atifa leaned against the window, resting her head on her arm, looking out the window at the street scene, her hair in a bun bouncing up and down with the car, looking cute and loving.

Hearing Tamia's words, she turned her head and said in a leisurely voice.

"Tamiya, you've eaten the most."

Tamia was speechless for a moment, then said angrily.

"Look at you two there, you and me, I have nothing to do to eat so much!"

"Mr. Caron's craftsmanship is really good, much better than the dishes cooked by the palace chefs,"

Atifa sighed, "If only I could eat Mr. Caron's food every day." ”

"Why can't you eat it every day?"

Tamia looked puzzled, "Why don't you let Oreo move to the palace?" ”

Atifa pondered for a moment, then held out two fingers.

"Mr. Cuarón is Oreo's servant, not mine. Also, Mr. Oreo would not be moving to the palace, saying that he did not like the atmosphere in the palace. ”

"My Majesty,"

Tamia rolled her eyes, "You didn't ask him how do you know if he would agree, I'm relieved to have him by his side watching you every day, didn't you say that you want to streamline the staff in the palace?" I feel like I'm the one who needs to be streamlined the most. ”

"I didn't let you look at me."

Atifa whispered, "Do whatever you want...... Except to be the prime minister. ”

I wanted to argue with Atifa, but when the council chamber was approaching, Tamia had no choice but to say, "Okay, I did it myself." ”

"I'm not self-inflicted, I'm still happy to be able to talk to you every day."

Atifa shook her head, her serious face replacing the previous girlish expression, she took the hairpin from Tamya's hand, then fixed her hair behind her head, and walked quickly to the council chamber, with the majesty of the emperor in every tuft.

Seeing Atifa, several palace maids worked together to open the door, and the discussion in the council hall stopped, and the ministers stared intently at the file in front of them, muttering in their hearts what His Majesty Atifa was going to do crazy today.

Regarding her tardiness, Atifa naturally wouldn't explain anything to these people, she squinted slightly, and glanced coldly at the Minister of Military Management and the Minister of Agriculture, the files in front of them today were piled high, and at a glance, she knew that she had made sufficient preparations.

But even if they were well prepared, it would be useless, because Atifa was going to take the two unlucky ones today, so that he could prevaricate about his tardiness.

She walked through the door and cleared her throat.

"Rorono ......"

Before the Minister of Agriculture's name could be called, a hurried footstep sounded behind Atifa, and the figure wrapped in robes rushed straight at Atifa.

The old minister, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, shrunk his neck and shouted.

"There are assassins!"

Nanhart shouted.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Under the gaze of many eyes, Atifa quickly turned around and collided with the hurried assassin.

She felt herself be pushed by a pile of wood, and the robe quickly dried up and bulged up, making the sound of firewood clashing, and then she was propped up by something, and the man in the robe used the drum to nod Atifa's arm,

Feeling the sharp phalanges, Atifa hurriedly coughed, "Angelil, the chief astrologer of the court, what are you looking for?" ”

A rolled roll of parchment protruded from under the robe, almost clubbing into Atifa's nostrils.

Atifa grabbed the parchment roll and walked briskly towards the throne, Angelyl following her like a mother duck with her cubs.

Stopping, Atifa pointed to the large chair beside him and said angrily.

"Sit."

Angelelle sat down, her whole body covered in a white robe, like a ghost.

"Roronoa."

Atifa whispered the name of the Minister of Agriculture, but before the latter could stand, Angelyl was the first to stand, and she looked anxious as she pestled the parchment rolls with her robe.

Atifa hesitated, but still commanded Roronoa.

"You sit down first."

She unfolded the parchment scrolls, which turned out to be star charts.

Two of them are the chart for January 3, 227, and as a powerful astrologer, Atifa saw the mutilation of the chart at a glance, and the astrologers of the empire are trained in the most rigorous charting, and they rarely make such low-level mistakes.

Atifa continued to look and saw that on both charts, the area of Arcturus had been obscured, and the astrological logs at the bottom had been modified, and the two charts were from the same day.

Atifa frowned, seeing this terrible scene, the ministers felt that they were about to turn into a corpse, and the council chamber was so quiet that only the rustle of the parchment rolled against each other.

Flipping through the last star map, the ink on the map was still dry, it was a vague star map, showing only Arcturus and the star fields near Arcturus, and a vertical black dot indicated a meteor from north to south, streaked in the middle of Arcturus.

Atifa quickly understood what had happened, and someone had erased what had happened on the two star charts, but Angelil had reconstructed the scene by looking back at the stars.

"Huh."

Atifa sneered, as the empress of the Ocassim Empire, she had to guard against the ministers inside on the one hand, a few commanders outside on the other, and sometimes the assassins sent by the other two countries, but I didn't expect that there were still people inside the empire who wanted to tamper with the astrological log, and it was a miracle that the Ocassim Empire had survived until now!

She lifted the parchment scroll, and then shook it violently, and the light in the hall seemed to be swallowed up by the parchment scroll, and the whole council hall suddenly dimmed, and the ministers seemed to be locked in a black box, and the sudden darkness made several timid ministers even cry out.

"Silence."

Atifa drank low.

As a little starlight lit up in her eyes, the mercury-like light flowed above everyone's heads, and the stars grew brighter in the mercury.

Seeing this wonderful scene, the ministers opened their mouths wide, of course they had heard rumors about astrologers, but this was the first time they had seen astrologers of this magnitude.

This is nothing short of a miracle!

The stars surged, and the time was frozen in the night of January 3, and a small light flashed in the sea of stars.

Atifa caught the light, and it streaked through the middle of Arcturus.

This is not a manifestation of some astrologer's astrology, but a meteor created by the god Tutan, which, in astrology, is a portentment of Tutan's future!

"It's March, and it's empty."

Atifa muttered, all astrologers know what this sentence means, it hints that a sea upheaval is about to usher in the continent, and the culprit is the owner of this arcturus-

Emperor of East Ikra!

The sharp gaze broke through the starlight, and the entire sea of stars dispersed like dust, and Atifa stood in front of the throne, her long hair floating behind her head.

She glared at her courtiers.

"Gather the whole army of the Frostwolf Army and defend Pinto!"

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