The morning sun was shining brightly, but the light did not melt the snow on the ground, nor did it melt the gloom in everyone's hearts.

Because of last night's conflict, there are corpses all over the front of the City Patrol Bureau, most of them thugs and prostitutes, and the number of dead police detectives should not be underestimated.

A conflict of this magnitude is already a shocking event in Turin.

In Oreo's plan, Rackmond would at least have to leave the palace so that he and Reka could steer things in the direction they wanted.

But Rackmond never left the City Patrol, which made Oreo dare not act rashly.

In the middle of the night, Oreo heard that the matter in the palace had ended, and the accurate news was that Hyrule was dead, so he returned to the office early, but he didn't sleep all night, he kept thinking about the prostitutes.

Verbally, he always used prostitutes as neighbors, but in reality he only used them as tools for personal gain.

Although he was not a murderer last night, Oreo knew in his heart that he had to pay a heavy price for the soul that died last night.

"Knock knock".

The wooden door rang rhythmically three times, presumably Caron.

"Come in."

Oreo whispered, he didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help but say.

"How's it going out there?"

“......”

The tall manservant scraped the snow on the soles of his shoes with the door frame before entering the office.

As if he hadn't heard Oreo's question, he walked briskly to his desk and pushed a newspaper across the table.

Oreo picked up the newspaper and said sarcastically.

"It's all in the newspapers, it looks like what Rackmond swallowed has to spit out again."

"Young Master......"

Caron paused, and could see what he was about to say.

Oreo raised his head in surprise, Cuaron was clearly a facial paralysis, but this morning he actually frowned, how did Oreo look at it and feel strange.

He asked, confused.

"What's going on?"

Cuarón shook his head, hesitated for a moment, then simply turned around and strode out of the office.

“......”

Oreo glanced at Caron, then at the newspaper in his hand, and ominous premonitions began to swirl in his mind.

"How so......"

From the moment Cuarón entered the door, Oreo had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he always forced himself not to think about that bad side.

But as the saying goes, the more you fear, the more things will happen.

Clutching the newspaper in both hands, Oreo felt his palms begin to burn.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly spread out the newspaper, and on the front page were two delicate coffins.

"Iqra 226, December 25.

After seven months of battling the evil of the disease, our Emperor His Majesty has returned to Tutan...... Empress Hailar was overly grief-stricken, and although the imperial doctor rescued her for a long time, she still did not stop Her Royal Highness the Empress from going to Heaven with His Majesty the Emperor...... The Venada have been found in the East, and the Empire is on the brink of survival...... In this grief-stricken moment, the prince Badr summoned his ministers overnight to convene a meeting of the Eastern Crusade...... The celebration day continues as usual, proclaiming the determination of the Okassimites not to back down. ”

"How could it be ......?"

The newspaper never had Redia's name appearing from beginning to end, but Oreo clearly knew what was going on.

He slowly put down the newspaper, covered his heart with his left hand, and muttered.

"How so, Redia...... How could Redia lose to Badr......"

With a "bang", Oreo hung his left hand weakly, and the newspaper fell on the carpet.

He lifted his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, but tears could not stop slipping from his eyes, two streams of heat running across his cheeks.

"How so, how so, damn ......"

Oreo muttered unconsciously, but the grumbling grew louder and louder.

"Damn Caron...... What a damn one! ”

The whining soon turned into a roar, and Oreo straightened his back and stared at the ceiling in an awkward position, his pupils close to burning.

Sensing Oreo's strangeness, Cuarón hurriedly pushed the door open.

Seeing the scene inside the house, he quickly closed the door and ran towards Oreo.

"Young Master, you have to calm down."

"Caron!"

Oreo lowered his head and looked directly into Cuaron's eyes, orange fire burning in his pupils.

"Why didn't he go to the palace last night!"

Cuarón replied.

"For a special reason."

"What a special reason,"

Oreo paused, he hadn't intended to wait for Cuarón's answer.

"What a special reason is heavier than Rhaedia's life, he said that Reydia must become the Emperor of Okassim, and now he has broken his word!

Right now! Cuarón!

You tell me!

Where the hell is he!

What the hell is he doing! ”

Faced with this series of questions, Cuarón had no way to answer.

He walked up to Oreo and reached out to hold his shoulder, trying to soothe the human who was spiraling out of control.

"Young Master...... You calm down...... He's going back to Turin. ”

"He's going back to Turin, hehehe......"

Oreo cracked the corners of his mouth and let out a somber laugh.

"Redia is dead! He's dead! You don't understand what that means! Can the dead be raised? ”

“......”

Cuarón was silent, and the silence was interpreted as acquiescence.

Oreo closed his eyes in disbelief, and he could see that he was trying to suppress his emotions, but one by one, black scales crawled out from under his skin, and he muttered.

"Caron, did you know that for the sake of Rhaedia, dozens of prostitutes and thugs died on the back three streets, and these people's lives mattered.

He wants Raidia to be the emperor, and I can use the life of the people of the back three streets to accompany him, but now you tell me that Raidia actually failed?

Not only did Redia die, but the people of the back three streets also died in vain! Was that his plan? Is this his plan! ”

Caron had to say.

"No one can be omniscient, and there must be unforeseen changes."

"I ......"

Oreo gasped as he looked around for his target, only a pair of orange-red pupils left in his eye sockets.

"I'm going to kill Rackmond, he's going to kill these prostitutes, he's going to bury these dead people on the back three streets!"

"Young Master."

Caron stopped Oreo and let a black dragon out of it would have unimaginable consequences, and he had to stop Oreo while he was still sane.

Oreo squinted at Cuarón with a chilling look.

"Let go of your hands."

Cuarón shook his head firmly.

"Young Master, you really have to calm down, what has happened is irreparable."

The black dragon let out a low, majestic voice.

"I know, so I didn't intend to avenge Redia, but Rackmond must die."

Redia sighed and said helplessly.

"But...... You can't get your hands dirty...... I'll go for it. ”

"I said ......"

Oreo slowly raised his right paw, and he used it to hold Caron's arm, then slammed it to the left.

"Get out of the way!"

Caron couldn't react and smashed the clock into the wall.

Before he could climb out, Oreo was holding the doorknob, but at the same time, there was a knock outside the door.

"Lord Oreo, are you in there?"