The fire spread rapidly, the red windmill had been burned beyond recognition by the flames, and the cries coming from inside became smaller and smaller, and these innocent people were pitifully swallowed up by the flames.

The thugs apparently did not expect this to turn out suddenly, and they did not dare to approach the fire, and hurriedly withdrew from the shops where they were looting, avoiding the fierce flames as much as possible.

There was already chaos on the Triumph Avenue, and there was no need for the police to set up a blockade, and the citizens of the imperial capital hurriedly avoided it just by seeing the flames rushing to the sky. The police were also afraid to get too close to the fire, refusing to fight the fire on the grounds that they would avoid gangs.

Fortunately, the Tiamat Palace was facing the Triumphal Boulevard, and when they saw the flames rushing to the sky, the royal guards in the Tiamat Palace immediately sounded the alarm. Crown Prince Alexander heard the sirens and immediately rushed towards the newly restored steel gates, he saw thick black smoke in the sky on the way, which surprised and angered him, the imperial capital had been attacked by Pritown once before, such a shame was enough once, the empire would never allow people to be teased like this three times and twice.

As Baron McCool was still recovering from his injuries, the Royal Guard was temporarily commanded by Sir Willy, the head of the court. When Crown Prince Alexander arrived on the walls of Tiamat Palace, the knight had already set up a defensive line here with his guards.

"Your Highness. Seeing Crown Prince Alexander coming, Sir Willy immediately bowed first, he was different from Baron McCool, he had a very obvious court aristocratic atmosphere in him, and his gestures were full of elegance and reserve. However, although it seems to be a very deliberate aristocratic style, this knight is a master of swordsmanship, he is not only responsible for the trivial matters in the court, but also the emperor's personal bodyguard, so he will temporarily take charge of the royal guard after Baron McCool's injury.

"What the hell is going on?" Crown Prince Alexander frowned as he looked at the increasingly fierce fire on the Triumphal Boulevard, "was it another attack, or was it just a fire?"

"The information we got from the police station seems to be that some gang members are making trouble. ”

"Gang trouble?" Crown Prince Alexander's voice was raised, and a group of street thugs dared to openly disturb the order of the imperial capital, which he absolutely could not tolerate, "What are the police departments doing? Why didn't they stop it? Waste, did the empire raise these people to watch the show? Dispatch the royal guards to arrest these rebels!"

Sir Willy bowed his head, Crown Prince Alexander was usually a very gentle man, but since the emperor fell ill and he took over the government, the crown prince's frame has become more and more like Nicholas I, but the momentum and prestige are still far behind.

"Yes, I'm going to arrest them. ”

Sir Willy did not delay, and he immediately gathered his men and set out from the palace of Tiamat and drove straight to the Triumphal Boulevard.

And those thugs on Triumph Avenue are already in chaos, some of them want to continue looting, some of them want to run for their lives, far away from this damn fire, these people are in chaos, even their boss can't control the situation, not to mention that the dragon leader is now gone. He had long been prepared to abandon his subordinates and flee alone, after all, he could take a large sum of money from the Ministry of the Interior, and then fly away, and the power and subordinates of the imperial capital did not matter.

So, when he saw the smoke and dust rising from the north, he immediately knew that the royal guards of the palace of Tiamat had been dispatched, and he immediately slipped away, and while his men were still in confusion, he hurried out of the crowd and ran into the alley, where the man in black was also waiting for him.

"I have done everything as you commanded," he said to the man in black, sweating profusely, "and now I want to go abroad as soon as possible, to Pannonia." Today's facts are making too much noise, I can't stay here any longer!"

"I know. The man in black nodded calmly, he pressed his hand on the other party's shoulder, trying to comfort the other party, "I'm ready, you go to the train station right away, there will be a train to Nozeland in half an hour, you will be helped by our people there, you can go wherever you want to go." ”

Hearing the words of the man in black, the gang leader finally calmed down a little. It doesn't look like it's a lie to me, he thought so, and immediately turned around and prepared to rush to the station, half an hour to rush to the train station from Triumph Avenue, the time is still relatively tight, he hurried up.

And the moment he turned around, the man in black took out the gun hidden in his pocket and killed the leader directly.

"Dispose of the body," he said, turning back to his men, "leave his face and put all the evidence on this man, and don't let the clues get to us." ”

The subordinates behind him nodded silently, they knew very well what to do, they were already very skilled in this kind of thing.

The man in black walked towards the Grand Theater of Fosto, he had seen enough of this farce, and now he only needed to report to Herbert, and the matter could be over.

Herbert watched the chaos in silence from the top floor of the Grand Theater, and even as many died as a result of his plan, the director of the investigation remained indifferent. Even on the top floor of the Grand Theater, he could hear the terrible cries of those burned in the red windmill, but he didn't even frown, those people were innocent, but so what? Herbert would not be swayed by the lives of others, he was cold, ruthless, even despicable, as long as his purpose could be achieved, he was willing to become such a demon.

The man in black trotted up, adjusted his breath, and walked over to Herbert. "Director, it has been dealt with, please rest assured that there is no evidence left against us. ”

"Well, that's good. Herbert nodded slowly, there was still no special color in his calm eyes, "Have all our people withdrawn?"

"Yes, the Royal Guard was held back by fire and the gangsters, and our men were successfully evacuated. ”

"Then we should go too," Herbert handed the telescope to his subordinates and walked towards the stairs, "to the engineering department, I've been in the department for a long day, and I'm really tired." ”

"Yes," the man in black bowed his back, respectfully responding to Herbert's lie, "your men have seen that you have been busy in the office all day, and there are no less than ten people to testify against you. ”

A smile curled into Herbert's lips, and he liked the feeling of toying with others in applause while he himself stayed out of it.

"Don't forget to invite your friends from the Thirteenth Lesson to Tiamat Palace tomorrow, His Highness Beria has a lot of worry about this. ”

"It's all arranged, you don't know the direction. ”

A low laugh reverberated from the top floor of the Grand Theatre of Fostous, like a devil's grin, bringing a terrible gloom to the splendid theatre.

————————————

Manfred rode in a carriage to the front of the Tiamat Palace, and when he got off the carriage, he also looked back at the triumphal avenue that had been changed beyond recognition, this avenue that symbolized the image of the imperial capital, and now the imperial capital and the empire were already full of holes.

Sighing with emotion, Manfred had seen such a scene many times. The more prosperous it is, the more sad it will be when it falls, whether it is a city or a country.

Manfred tightened his bow tie, and today he had made a special trip to the Palazzo Tiamat at Beria's request to present his report to Count Jericho to Beria. After Beria temporarily detained Swain, because Swain might be related to the Southern Rebellion, he asked the Thirteenth Division, who had been monitoring Swain, to provide the Ministry of the Interior with all the information about Swain, and in order to let Manfred enter the Pressure Regulating Dock Palace logically, Beria deliberately returned to live in the palace these days, and did not spend the night in his apartment in Deweide City as before.

Herbert only learned about this yesterday, seeing Beria's excuse for Manfred to enter the Tiamat Palace, Herbert finally understood that Beria had already planned to detain Swain, and he made perfect use of all this and cleverly arranged it into his plan.

Manfred was still dressed as a gentleman with a briefcase in his hand, and of course, no matter how much he dressed like a gentleman, this look would still attract many strange glances for him. Ignoring the astonished glances of the court attendants, Manfred kept a smile and strode through the newly built steel gates. Beria was waiting for him in the inner city, and many things were waiting for him.

And in the emperor's bedroom, the first prince Alexei was reading the newspaper for his grandfather who was lying on the hospital bed, and his tone was still so stiff and rigid, as if there was no vitality and vigor in the young prince.

Emperor Nicholas I had his eyes half-closed, and to be honest, he didn't really want to listen to Alexei read the newspaper to him, and the child's voice really made him feel unsoothed. However, after all, this is the only channel he can learn about the outside world now, even if it is boring, he can only listen patiently.

If only Karin had read it. The emperor remembered his granddaughter's crisp voice, and couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart.

"Yesterday, there was a serious street brawl on Triumph Boulevard, and hundreds of gangsters, armed with all kinds of weapons, carried out extremely egregious robberies of shops on Triumph Boulevard. In this riot, dozens of innocent passers-by and shop assistants were brutally killed by the mob, and the rioters also set fire to the Triumph Avenue, causing more than a dozen shops to be burned and more than 20 innocent citizens died in the fire, which is reported to have started from the Red Windmill Cafe and spread to ......"

"Wait!" The Emperor's eyes widened at the name of the red windmill, and he let out a low roar from his throat, and although he spoke poorly, he managed to stop Alexei with the loudest voice he could.

"What's the matter, grandpa?" Prince Alexei looked nervously at his grandfather, Nicholas I, who was honest and reserved, sensitive to the actions of others, for fear that he would make a bad impression on others.

"You're talking about...... Red windmill?" The emperor exhaled with difficulty, he barely twisted his neck, his cloudy eyes fixed on Alexei. On the emperor's face, the prince even saw a look he had never seen before, and it was the first time he saw his grandfather with such a nervous and frightened expression.

"Yes, yes. Alexei craned his neck and looked at his grandfather cautiously, for fear that he would say the wrong thing.

"Well, what about the shopkeeper of the red windmill? Is she okay?" Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Emperor had a burst of strength, and his withered hand gripped Alexei's wrist tightly. Looking at his grandfather's reddened eyes, Alexei was so frightened that he didn't say anything for a while.

"Speak quickly!" the emperor was forced by his grandson's silence, and he seemed to suddenly recover, and his voice became as loud as usual.

"I, I'll see......" Alexei was about to cry, and he hurried to read the newspaper to find the answer that the emperor wanted.

"On that day, all the clerks on duty at the Red and Red Windmill Cafes were killed, and all 11 people, including the owner, died in the fire......

Before Alexei could finish his reading, he felt the wrist of his grandfather's hand loose, and he hurriedly looked up at the emperor, only to find that Nicholas I's eyes had lost their luster and his head was tilted and he fell at the head of the bed.

"Grandpa!" Alexei was taken aback, and hurriedly threw himself on the emperor's body to listen to his grandfather's heartbeat.

However, he did not hear the powerful heart beat again, only a faint murmur.

"I'm sorry...... I'm here too......"

In the corridor outside the bedroom, Manfred suddenly stopped, and looked up at the Emperor's bedroom.