"It's boring!"

Fifian pouted and flipped through the image recorded by the recording crystal, glanced at it impatiently, and then threw it to Doug: "It's all that fat pig face!"

"Hehe, in the Wright Empire, there are many people who can't wait to kiss this pig's face!"

Doug put 'Angelina's Guardian' in the warehouse, and a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Sivor's energy should not be underestimated, the last time his son provoked you, Anagu II couldn't do anything to him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Alas......"

Fifian let out a long sigh of boredom, turned his head, and began to fight again with the bed sheet that hung on the wall and was covered with fragments of a history textbook, the lower part of which already had several pages that were put together crookedly.

"What's the catch?"

After a few minutes, Doug Fu leaned down to her head, and his gaze involuntarily lingered on the little delicate face for a moment—Fifian, who was so engrossed in his work, looked very capable, and his face showed a taste of intellectual maturity, completely oblivious to her youthful appearance.

"Not too much. ”

Fifian shook his head a little dejected, "The limited number of chapters related to the succession of the 'Crimson Emperor' Sopmandis are vague, although the second prince was assassinated, but there is no detailed explanation - it's not as good as a novel!"

"What then?"

Doug came back to his senses and couldn't help frowning, "Now it's certain that the sinister Gregory called Tutang Carmen to get 'no one to live forever' to assassinate Spodmund - this matter is second most difficult, the key is that if we do this, will it have an impact on 'history'?"

"Who knows!"

Fifian shrugged his slender shoulders and made a helpless movement: "According to the date, the time of Spaldmon's assassination is tomorrow - ah, it's already 'today'?-well, but the book only has a date and does not say the time, so I have to keep a close watch on Spodmon, and if no one comes in the end, it means that we have taken his place, and then we can take action!"

“...... Hurry up and finish the history book!"

Doug slammed down on the bed, his voice weak. "It's a little depressing to shrink back from everything now—!"

"It's almost there, I've found some tricks!"

Fifian replied without looking back, "I'll prioritize finding the fragments with words like 'Wright', 'Anagu II', and 'Spodmon' now, and the progress can be faster!"

"I hope so!"

Doug was not too confident in Fifian's assurances, but fortunately he already knew the date of the assassination.

......

......

The day passed quickly, and Xi'an still seemed calm, but the eerie atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger, the streets were full of messengers hurrying in various uniforms, and various institutions were automatically extending their office hours as if they had suddenly taken stimulants, especially in several major places such as the parliament, which were lit up almost all night.

The same was true of Fort Keirak, the second prince of Spodmund Prince, which was still brightly lit even though it was late at night.

The mother of the second prince of the empire, Spodmund @ Anco Otherstim @ Fölur, was a beautiful poor woman who died of illness just after giving birth to Anagu II by a merchant, so his mother's impression was very weak when he was growing up, and the consequence of the absence of the role of a mother in the process of growing up was his steely and tough style.

At that time, the eldest son of the emperor, Resser, clearly showed an obsession with art, which was already hopeless, and everyone's eyes naturally fell on the heir in second order, so Spodmont can be said to have grown up under the gaze of everyone, and from the time he was sensible, he received a systematic and perfect education for the crown prince, and every teacher required him according to the standards of the future emperor, so that he became very mature early, and even from the age of eleven, he had already assisted Anagu II in dealing with the affairs of the court- As a result, Anagu II was able to squeeze out enough time to entangle with Thorpmandis's mother, adding another descendant to the Wright Imperial Family.

Unlike Sophomandis, the second prince Spodmund almost completely inherited the characteristics of his father in appearance, coupled with his long time assisting Anagu II in handling state affairs, those who are not familiar with him may think that he is a copy of his father Anagu II, and only those who have stayed by his side for a long time will know how big a difference there is between the two!

Anagu II was full of enthusiasm, even ran away from home when he was young, and ventured around the continent incognito, creating a lot of fame, and after becoming an emperor, he fully demonstrated his political wisdom, skillfully maintaining a balance between multiple forces, so that the Wright Empire maintained a rapid development for sixteen years, and the market was prosperous, he was a great emperor, he led his subordinates like hunters to treat hounds, and after pointing out a direction, he let go of the shackles in his hands. Let them do as they please, as long as they can bring their prey back.

Spodmon's personality is difficult to describe, and if I had to find an adjective, I'm afraid the word 'mechanical' would be barely appropriate. There was never any expression on his face, neither he could tell whether he was happy or angry, at most he could tell from the slight movement of his eyebrows whether he cared about a thing, and the orders he gave were always concise and to the point, and the timing of which orders were issued so well that the people who worked with him involuntarily became in the same rhythm as him. He is like the largest gear in a huge machine that is responsible for powering it, and once it is running, all the gears around him will follow him, and anything that cannot be integrated with this rhythm will be ruthlessly eliminated.

And, he's a damn perfectionist.

"My order is clear,"

In the rotunda on the top floor of the brightly lit Kelak Castle, the residence of the Second Prince, Spodmund sat on a solid wood seat without any decoration, looking at his subordinates kneeling on one knee with a blank expression, his resolute face as if polished from marble, without a trace of fluctuation: "I need 'all' of the list of people who entered Xi'an on that day - all, not part - why didn't you present what I needed?"

"Yes, my subordinates are not doing things well, please forgive me......" The subordinates kneeling in front of him did not dare to raise their heads at all, their chests rose and fell rapidly, and fine beads of sweat continued to gather on his sideburns: "But that day happened to be the Cult of the Radiant God-""

"There is no 'but'. ”

Spod's eyebrows moved slightly, interrupting his subordinate's defense, straightening up and leaning back in the chair, stretching out his right hand to spread out a stack of documents on the table in front of him: "All the issues that need to be considered have been marked on it, and the information needed has been provided to you, you shouldn't have any 'but' - if there is, it means that you are not suitable for your position - are you not suitable for your position?"

His tone did not change from beginning to end, his tone was as steady as a straight line, but the subordinates kneeling in front of him seemed to feel more and more heavy pressure, their bodies became lower and lower, and finally they even began to shake.

"Please...... I beg your pardon......"

His face turned pale, his voice was choppy, and it seemed that it was difficult to say every word, and his lips trembled under the sympathetic gaze of his colleagues on both sides: "I...... I ......"

"You don't have to ask for forgiveness. ”

Spodmund raised his gaze and calmly glanced at his almost faceless subordinates, "It's not your fault that you can't complete the task, it just means that you don't fit for this position-"

His slender fingers picked up the pen on the table, and gently swiped the document to erase the person's name: "Take this document to Terrence Political Assistant, and he will rearrange you with a suitable position for you." ”

"Subordinate...... Subordinate......"

The man on his knees shook even more, and there was a desperate look in his eyes. Although Spodmund is very strict with his subordinates, there is little punishment - those who fail their missions without sufficient reasons will be classified as 'incompetent' by him, and will never see the light of day!

How much time had he had struggled to climb to this height, and the heavy pressure of having to accomplish every task perfectly made him sleepless at night - although the tasks assigned by Span Dmund would never exceed the ability of his subordinates, he never considered the emotions and fatigue of his subordinates as a 'human', it was really like treating a machine!

Span Dammond gently set the document aside, and calmly began to read the other report, as if the man kneeling in the center of the rotunda had ceased to exist since a moment ago.

“...... Let's go. ”

A colleague walked over, gently picked up his somewhat distracted subordinate, patted him on the back wordlessly, and helped him to walk out of the door of the rotunda under the watchful eyes of a few sympathetic eyes around him.

Spodmon's eyes never lifted again, he quickly scanned the papers on the table, issued a few brief orders from time to time, or asked for some information, and the subordinates standing on both sides were dispatched out one by one, and soon today's work was basically over.

"Anything else to report?"

He raised his head and indifferently glanced around at the few subordinates who were still standing.

"Your Highness, the Radiant God Cult has sent a note stating that the documents regarding your succession to the throne will have to be delayed for another two days due to road reasons. ”

Hearing his questioning, a subordinate in military uniform stepped forward and gave a brief military salute and reported, "I have inquired about the latest information on transportation, and there are no relevant reports in our intelligence coverage area. ”

His voice was calm and powerful, and if Doug had been here, he would immediately recognize that this was the leader of the Royal Feather Knights who had been ordered to snatch the corpse that night.

"Something to be expected. ”

Spudmund nodded calmly, "The momentum of the hawks within the Radiance God Sect is rising, and the expansion will become more and more drastic, and we Wright will be affected as they move forward. ”

"Your Highness, according to the report of our intelligence officers, there was an abnormal movement in the Sanin Great Holy Hall late yesterday night, but due to the strong Radiant Enchantment of the Great Holy Hall, we were unable to obtain detailed information. ”

A subordinate in civilian clothes standing on the other side also stood up to make a report, but he frowned: "The information that can be confirmed is that a mysterious guest visited Gregory last night, judging by the size, it is very likely to be Sivol @ Kabech." ”

"Sivor?"

Spodmund raised his eyebrows slightly, "The enemy seems to be sober...... But it was only a last struggle, and the plan for him had been laid out, and it would be implemented as soon as I ascended the throne - it was dangerous to involve the merchants in the rule, because they only had profit in their eyes. ”

As usual, after the two subordinates reported, today's regular meeting was over, and Spodmon's eyes moved to the exquisite elven-shaped clock on the table, and with a sigh, he waved his hand to signal that everyone could disperse.

In another forty minutes, it will be midnight again...... The political atmosphere in Xi'an has been very strange these days, so there are many additional reports, and they have to be dealt with every day until this time.

"It's late, let's have some supper together. ”

When his subordinates left, he turned his head in a faint tone to greet a mysterious person wearing a cloak and covering his whole body and face: "You have been following me like this for the past few days, is your own business okay?"

The mystery man shook his head slightly. Half of his face was covered with a hood, and his collar was all raised so high that he could barely see anything from the front.

"It's stubborn. ”

Scattered muttered to himself with a blank expression, got up and went to the lounge next to the rotunda, without saying anything more to him.

"It's late. ”

Doug half-squinted his eyes and hid on the roof in the distance, cautiously looking at the quiet Fort Kerak, and after glancing at the large bell tower in the distance, he sighed: "There has been no movement so far, it seems that Spodmund must be alive and well." ”

"Hey......"

Fifian's voice sounded from the side, but it came from the mechanical assistant floating beside him--the little girl was not good at concealment, so she could only stay in the hotel, which she used as a temporary stand-in--The voice sounded a little complaining: "What the hell did it end up like this!"

"Complain when you have time!"

Doug lowered his voice and watched the carriage of the staff members who had finished today's meeting leave the fort gate: "If you are very idle, you might as well read that history book harder, lest we fall into this situation again!"

Just after noon today, Fifian had managed to piece together the history textbook, but to Doug's chagrin, the boring myth of the first 'Origin of the Gods' took up twenty-two pages, and the historical event of the assassination of Anagu II and the succession of the Crimson Emperor Thorpmandis was only a dozen lines, and its account was so brief that it made one want to hit the wall, and no information could be obtained except the date.

- Anyway, this is also an emperor who has been killed!

Doug clenched his fist in exasperation. According to Fifian, because the entire continent had become a unified state after four hundred years, the history of the early principalities was relatively brief, and the deeds of Sopmandis, the crimson emperor, in Wright's history were too shiny to take up a lot of space, so the poor history textbook editor had to compress the other events - Anagu II's grandfather even had only one line left: 'The fifth king of the Wright Empire, born on XXX, died on XXX, month, and day', is gone.

It really feels like a 'prisoner' now.

He suddenly remembered the redundant angel Borg @ Fixer said the phrase 'prisoner of time', thinking of the current situation, it was really ****** appropriate - for the sake of his own life, no matter what he wanted to do, he had to carefully consider whether it would affect history, as if there were countless invisible shackles towering around, and he was very unfree, indeed like a prisoner......

The sound of the carriage was gradually lost to be heard, and the silence of Fort Kerak in the distance returned, and after observing for a while, Doug sighed deeply and decided to do something.

"Source,"

He lowered his body and beckoned to the source body behind him that was in a state of standby, "I now order you to infiltrate this fortress and be sure to kill the target I assigned to you during the daytime reconnaissance today before midnight!"

"The machine understands. ”

The source body's eyes flickered slightly, indicating that it had accepted the order, and the metal wings shook and flew silently into the sky, and then flew quietly towards Fort Kerak in the night.

"The contents of the crystal must be wonderful this time, you have seen it. ”

Doug said to Fifian as he looked at the barely discernible dots in the night sky. He had tested the ability of the source body during the day today, and if he didn't use Linax's skeletal dragon body, a person of his level could easily fight ten at a time, and although Fort Kerak had half of the elite Feather Knights stationed there, I am afraid it would not be able to hinder its movement much at all.

Well?

The eye of the god suddenly caught a hint of strangeness, and when he looked up in surprise, the small black dot in the sky was actually getting bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, the graceful outline of the source body appeared in front of him again:

"The unit has detected seven high energy intensity and one extremely high energy intensity reaction, and it has been calculated that the machine alone will not be able to complete the mission on time, so assistance is required. ”

It quickly explained the reason for its return trip in a beautiful tone.

"Extremely high-intensity?"

Fei Fei'an on the side said suspiciously, "What is the standard for this strength?"

"In its current form, the strength is one hundred, more than fifty is high strength, and more than seventy is extremely high. ”

The source body replied immediately, and Doug gasped when he heard it - this means that there is a strong man in Fort Kerak who has at least seventy percent of the strength of the source body?!

What are you kidding?!Where did you come from?Where is he going to find 'help' now? Unless—

"Fifian!"

He stood up, and his face instantly became cold: "Activate the 'Servant of Souls' magic, I want to descend immediately!" (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please log in to the WWW.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )