Swain was taken to an interrogation room in the building, where there was nothing left but a few desks, chairs, and a dim lamp. Swain sat in the chair on the back, and at least he had been treated as an earl, with no shackles or guards, just to keep him here. It's a boring time, but Swain isn't an impatient person, and he's looking forward to seeing Beria's true intentions.

About two hours later, and it was almost afternoon, and Swain, who had not eaten lunch, was a little hungry, and the door to the interrogation room was finally opened. Beria, dressed in a gray suit, walked in, and Thressi followed him.

Swain glanced at Beria, and then at Seresi, as if the rising star of the Ministry of the Interior was now trusted by Beria, and such an occasion also involved him.

Beria sat across from Swain, and Thresy stood behind him. "This should be the first time we have officially met," Beria said to Swain with a smile, "I'm Beria Rav Lovich No. Gion-Godunov." ”

"Hello, Your Highness. Swain greeted Beria briefly, without the usual formality of the Emperor and Crown Prince Alexander, "It's hard for me to say anything like 'nice to meet you' in a place like this, and I don't think I would mind this little faux pas." ”

"Of course, I can understand that. Beria raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Originally, I didn't want to do it to this extent, but after all, it was sent by the Marquis of Metternich, so I can't ignore it, so I have to grieve you." ”

For Beria's statement, Swain only believed half of it, the Marquis of Metternich did have this weight, but Beria was not Crown Prince Alexander, he certainly needed political allies, but his cooperation with the Marquis of Metternich was like dancing on a tightrope, and no one knew when the other party would betray him.

Marquis Metternich suddenly turned his eyes, Swain was not surprised at all, this marquis was not a good old man like Wood, he could dominate the imperial government for so many years, and even the emperor was very jealous of him, so naturally he would not be a soft-hearted person. However, Swain could not figure out the purpose of the Marquis of Metternich for a while, after all, it was the Marquis of Oliver No. Metternich, and the intention of his every move was not so easy to guess.

Sven raised his eyes and looked at Beria, who was wearing small glasses that reflected the light of the lamp, completely obscuring his eyes. Compared with the scheming Marquis of Metternich, Beria, although he is also a master of conspiracy, is still a little immature.

"I believe so," Swain still had no expression on his face, even when he arrived at the interrogation room of the Ministry of the Interior, he still looked calm, "Although this is our first official meeting, we have always had a good cooperation before, haven't we?" said Sven, and deliberately glanced at Seressi, who was standing behind Beria.

Beria naturally noticed Swain's gaze, but he just smiled, not looking very concerned. "Rest assured, maybe Seressi's previous performances have misled you, but in fact Seresi is absolutely reliable. ”

Fingers knocked on the table casually, of course Swain would not listen to Beria only in the literal sense, the so-called absolute reliability is naturally for Beria, and now Sven and Belia are not his own people.

"So, can you tell me what you're going to do with me?"

"Originally, I invited you here just to give an explanation to the Marquis of Metternich," Beria pushed his eyes, and the light in the small eyes under the lenses flashed, "However, after all, it is involved in the rebellion in the south, and you also know that because of my previous negligence, I was severely taught a lesson by His Majesty the Emperor, so I have to be cautious about this aspect now." Now please stay here for a while, I believe in your innocence, as long as there is enough evidence to explain to the outside world, you naturally do not have to stay here anymore. ”

Although Beria spoke nicely, Swain knew that these were just meaningless modifiers, at best a fig leaf for his true purpose, and it was clear that Belial was really planning to detain him. Now that the emperor is still lying on the hospital bed, Crown Prince Alexander has neither the prestige of the emperor nor the power of the emperor to subdue this younger brother, I am afraid that no one will be able to save Swain for a while.

"I see," Swain nodded, he was still calm, calm enough to make Beria a little uneasy, "Can I have someone bring news to the house first?"

"Of course," Beria said with a "please" gesture, spreading his hand, "We've got your coachman too, you can write a note and let him bring it to your family." As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for Thresy to go and get the pen and paper.

Thresy put the pen and paper in front of Swain, Sven looked at this guy, he still didn't understand what this person was, he had been using magic to sense the flow of magic in Thresi's body since he was in the living room of the Metternich family, but the feedback was inconclusive. This made Swain wonder how he managed to walk to the door without even noticing, and keep covering up the noise on his body, if he was really just an ordinary person.

After taking the pen and paper, Swain quickly wrote a few lines on the paper, fortunately Sophia went to school today, otherwise if she heard the news, she didn't know what she would be in a hurry.

Swain put the cap of the pen back on it and handed the written note to Thressi. "Then please arrange it, now I am your prisoner. ”

"Don't say that," Beria waved her hand, a seemingly kind smile still on her chubby face, "I'll let Cerresy arrange you the best room, and if you need anything, just tell him, and we'll take care of it." ”

But if I want to be free, you won't be satisfied. Swain thought to himself as he straightened his collar and stood up. "Then lead the way," Swain said, looking at Thressi, "Mr. Daxda." ”

"Please come with me. Seresy lowered his body and opened his hand to lead the way for Swain, and now his expression became very humble, as if he had been in the Metternich before, and it seemed that his majesty had been retracted in front of his immediate boss Beria.

Swain frowned slightly, he always felt that Thressie's appearance seemed very flattering, and he also looked very much like a person, someone Swain knew very well. However, he kept all these doubts in his heart, and soon his face was like a flat sheet, so smooth that it was uninterestingly wrinkled.

He left the interrogation room with Thressi, and the Ministry of the Interior naturally had its own internment chamber and prison, but for Swain, the prison was still a little early, and things weren't that bad yet.

After Swain and Thressi left, Beria also walked out of the interrogation room and into the windowless hallway. He loosened his bow tie, and he had to dress meticulously in such weather, but Beria was hot enough, not to mention that the Ministry of the Interior building was almost completely enclosed, and there was no natural wind to drive away the heat except for the not very cool wind sent in by the ventilation ducts.

He hurried towards his office, after all, he was the Minister of the Interior, so he was still privileged, and Beria was a person who liked to enjoy himself, and his office certainly wouldn't be as tight as a cardboard box like those of the minor ministers. Beria's minister's office, facing the well-lit south, is not as dark as the rest of the interior building, and a specially planted palm tree shades him from the sun, so he can enjoy the cool breeze without worrying about the heat of the sun when he opens the window.

Picking up the pace, Beria hurried back to his office, as if something important was waiting for him to take care of. As soon as he walked into his luxuriously furnished office, he immediately took off his coat first, April was far from the hottest weather in the imperial capital, but if the water vapor blowing from the sunset sea condensed into rain, the continuous sunny days would also make the temperature of Deweide rise rapidly. For ordinary people, this temperature is bearable, but Beria can't, his fat figure is still quite afraid of heat.

And not long after he sat down, there was a knock on the door. Beria frowned impatiently and shouted in a stiff tone, "Come in!"

Herbert pushed open the door and walked into Beria's office.

Seeing that it was Herbert, Beria's brow tightened even more. In the past, Herbert would usually report to himself in advance to make preparations, and it is very rare for Herbert to come here in such a hurry as today.

"Herbert, is there anything wrong with you?" Beria picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water to quench his thirst, he temporarily suppressed the irritability caused by the heat, for he knew that Herbert would not have acted so rashly if it were not necessary.

"Yes, Your Excellency, there is a very important matter to report to you. Herbert lowered his body and looked unusually respectful, "My spy has received information that the Red Pinwheel Cafe that you have been strictly ordering us not to disturb seems to be being targeted, and a group of gang members are preparing to sabotage the café. ”

Beria was stunned, and it took him a long time to remember what the Red Pinwheel Cafe was. "Oh-" he shuffled in a long tone, his mind still thinking before he could quite catch up, "is that so? Then you can send someone to inform the police station, well- don't worry too much about that café, as long as it doesn't get into trouble." ”

"Yes. Herbert bowed again, his lowered gaze obsessively observing Beria's expression. Sure enough, to Herbert's surprise, the Red Pinwheel Cafe was actually not very significant to Beria, and the reason why he warned himself so harshly not to worry about it was because he didn't want to get into trouble.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Herbert was still in the room, with no intention of going out, Beria asked with another frown.

"Yes, when I came, I heard that you arrested Count Jericho......"

"Why are you asking about this?" Although Beria was slow to respond to the previous question, as soon as he heard Herbert talk about Swain, he immediately became stern, and his authority quickly appeared.

Being stared at by the boss who initiated the Weilai, Herbert still couldn't help but be a little nervous, after all, Beria was the one who was in charge of the entire Ministry of the Interior, and his power was not comparable to ordinary people.

"Since we have worked with the Earl before, and you have instructed me to take charge of my contact with the Earl, I feel it is my duty to ask if I need to stop contact with Count Jericho......"

Herbert's deferential attitude somewhat dispelled Beria's intimidation, and he waved his hand to signal that he didn't have to say any more. "You still go about your own thing, for Count Jericho, I naturally have my own intentions. ”

"Yes. Herbert complied with his superiors' orders and said no more. While secretly figuring out Beria's intentions, he slowly exited Beria's office.