"Doctor, doctor!" Alexei hurried out of the emperor's bedroom, and immediately saw Manfred standing outside the door, but now the prince had no time to pay attention to him, and his grandfather suddenly stopped breathing and frightened Alexei, he only hoped that it would be too late to find a doctor.

Because of Alexei's loud shouting, the nearby court maids and guards all heard the sound, and when they saw the prince's panicked appearance, they also sensed that something was wrong.

The doctor was soon found, and several court physicians hurriedly ran into the emperor's bedroom with medical equipment. They did not stop giving Nicholas I all sorts of first aid, however, it was already too late.

Crown Prince Alexander also rushed to hear the news, he almost couldn't believe his ears when he heard the news of his father's heart stopping, obviously he was gradually recovering, how could this kind of thing suddenly happen?

"Father!" Crown Prince Alexander rushed into the Emperor's bedroom, and when he saw the Emperor whose face had completely lost his blood, his strength was pulled out of his body, and he suddenly sat down in front of the Emperor's bed.

"Father, father......" Alexei trembled and walked over to help the crown prince, his eyes still had tears left on him, and the sudden death of his grandfather was also a huge blow to him, and because Nicholas I died in front of him, such an impact hit him even more to the heart. Now Alexei has to face not only the sad news of the sudden death of his grandfather, but also the worry of his father, Crown Prince Alexander.

Crown Prince Alexander's eyes mechanically turned towards Alexei, and the look was so terrifying that Alexei was startled. The crown prince stood up suddenly, and he picked Alexei up, and his originally gentle face had now become extremely vicious, almost like he was about to eat people.

"How did you take care of Your Majesty!" the crown prince roared, and Alexei could only tremble in the face of his father's fury, "Why did my father die suddenly? Why! What did you do?"

Facing his father, who had almost lost his mind due to excessive grief, Alexei could only tremble, tears in his eyes, and he could not say a word.

"What the hell is the use of you, you shit!" Alexander threw his son out, and Alexei fell to the ground, biting his lip and not screaming out even though he was hurt by the fall.

Alexander, who had vented his breath, gasped, and he still felt that it was not enough, so he walked up to his son again and slapped him hard.

After venting, Alexander's anger finally subsided, leaving only the loss and confusion in his heart. Walking to the emperor's bedside, he threw himself weakly on his father's body, crying silently.

Beria, who was in the palace, also rushed over, and he was equally surprised when he heard the news of the death of Nicholas I, but unlike Alexander, he did not feel sad, but thought of something else.

When Beria, who rushed to the emperor's bedroom, saw a room full of messes and the emperor's body, his face was full of shock. His face was gloomy, and a quick flash of thought flashed in his lowered eyes.

Did that Manfred do it? Damn, I didn't tell him to kill the old guy so soon!

Beria's heart was now full of anger and anxiety, he wanted Nicholas I to die, but not now. At the moment, Alexander is still in virtue, his plan has not begun, and now that the emperor is dead, then Alexander's succession to the throne will make things that are logical, no matter how much he has prepared before, will become useless.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Beria tried to make a sad appearance, the matter had come to this, he didn't have much time to regret and vent, now he could only plan according to the situation.

"Alexander," Beria walked up to the royal brother and gently patted him on the back, with a sad look on his face, "Father is gone, we still have to cheer up." The death of our father leaves us not only with grief, but also with the responsibility of an empire. ”

Alexander stared at the tidy-up remains of Nicholas I in despair, and at this time his mind was empty without the intrigues of brothers, nor the covetousness of the empire and the throne.

"Beria. ”

"I'm here. ”

"Go and post an obituary, and leave me alone for a while. ”

Beria shook Alexander's shoulder hard, and with this small gesture, he gave Alexander a little confidence. "I see, you should also pay attention to rest, at this time, the burden of the empire will depend on you. ”

Beria straightened up and turned to the door, where he saw Alexei huddled in the corner of the room, the poor boy who had not yet recovered from his father's wild roar. Beria walked over to the nephew, he was not a child lover, let alone the eldest son of his royal brother, but now, it was necessary for him to show royal affection to redeem his disrupted plans.

"Alexey. ”

Prince Alexei raised his head and looked at the uncle with a glazed gaze.

Beria reached out and touched his nephew's face, and the slap marks Alexander had slapped on his face were still visible.

"How did Your Majesty pass away?" Beria asked, still puzzled by the Emperor's sudden death, even though it was the day that Manfred had come to Tiamat Palace, it was too fast, and he still had a hard time believing that Manfred had done it so quickly, and that the effect was so powerful.

"Grandpa...... Grandpa, he ......" Alexei looked at Alexander's position with a winch, fortunately Alexander was still immersed in grief now, ignoring his son and younger brother, "When I read the newspaper to him, by the way, when I read the news of the Triumph Avenue riot yesterday, he reacted very much, and asked me to read the news in detail. ”

"Yesterday's riot on Triumph Boulevard?" Beria couldn't help but feel a little surprised, of course he knew what happened on Triumph Boulevard yesterday, but because there was something very important the next day, he didn't have much energy to pay attention to. Yesterday's riot on Triumphal Avenue shocked the imperial capital, and the impact was no less than that of the previous attack on Dewit, but even when Pritown attacked, the emperor did not fall, and Beria did not think that Nicholas I would be angry when he heard the news of the riot, and as a result, he would be killed.

"Did Your Majesty say anything?" his expression was a little more stern, and Alexei couldn't help but tremble as he stared at him.

He ...... He asked about the red windmill and heard the news that the red windmill was burned and all the clerks died in the fire, grandpa...... Grandpa suddenly ......" Alexei did not say any more, he cried in a low voice.

Beria frowned, thinking carefully about the news that Alexei had revealed.

"Go back to your room and wash your face and get some rest. He patted Alexei on the shoulder and briefly comforted his nephew, "There will be a lot of things to come, and you have to cheer up." Don't worry too much, Your Majesty is old after all, and no one will blame you. With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Red windmills?

Beria remembered what Herbert had reported to him yesterday, and he didn't really care about it, but in his opinion, Herbert should have taken care of it. But when the news of the riot came, Beria was shocked, he did not expect that the matter would be so big, almost the entire Triumph Avenue was burned, and the fire also spread to the surrounding Kinness River Street and the Duke's Quarter of Mali. However, Beria, who had just received the news, did not think about the Red Windmill, and the report he received did not specifically mention the situation of the Red Windmill, which made him ignore the problem for a while, and now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Why didn't Herbert deal with this matter properly? The matter is so big, the Investigation Bureau should not have even had any news beforehand, he just reported to me, and in the blink of an eye, such a thing happened on Triumph Avenue, right......

Beria stopped, and Manfred was standing in front of him.

"Mr. Schneider. Beria walked slowly towards Manfred, his eyes hidden behind his glasses becoming unpredictable, "Did you bring what I wanted?"

"Yes," Manfred said, holding his briefcase, "all the information you need about Count Jericho is here." ”

Beria glanced at the briefcase in Manfred's hand and didn't rush to reach for it. "And what?" he looked up, Manfred was too tall, and Beria was a little shorter, and he stood with Manfred, and had to look up at Manfred.

Manfred shook his head, even in front of Beria, he was not too afraid of the interior minister. "I was ready, but now it looks like I shouldn't need to. ”

Beria looked at Manfred coldly, and he beckoned, motioning for Manfred to bend down.

Manfred bent down obediently and pressed his ear to it.

"So, the emperor's death was not done by you?"

Manfred smiled slightly, because he had a side of his face so that Beria couldn't see his expression. "Of course not, but I have a plan, if you want, then use this as my payment, and also, help you get the support of Count Hecate - you should need this now, right?"

Beria looked at Manfred suspiciously, I have to say that his proposal still interests Beria, but he doesn't trust Manfred very much, to be precise, he doesn't trust anyone absolutely.

Seeing Beria's expression, Manfred's smile was even worse, his smile looked very weird, even Beria couldn't help but feel a little creepy when he saw it.

"Then," said Manfred, "arrest me first." ”

Beria was stunned, he was completely confused about what this strange-looking man meant.