"Please wait. When Sophia was about to run out, Ramrem stopped her, "Is it appropriate for you to go to the Ministry of the Interior like this now?"

Sophia stopped, glanced at her pajamas, and immediately turned back to the closet.

"I'm not talking about clothes. Sophia had barely taken a few steps when Ramrem stopped her again.

"Are you going to stop me from going to my brother?" Sophia's gaze immediately turned cold again, "Although I appreciate the news you told me, you didn't tell me your true identity either, if it's just an ordinary maid, I don't think you can know so many things." Of course, now I have no interest in asking why you are telling me this, we do not interfere with each other, and I hope you do not stop me. ”

Sophia's gaze was straight on Ramrem, and Ramrem did not flinch from staring at Sophia.

"I don't mean to stop you from going to Mr. Swain, but do you think you can see Mr. Swain by going to the Home Office in this way?"

"What do you mean?" Sophia furrowed her slender eyebrows, looking at Ramrem quizzably.

"Perhaps I have misunderstood you by saying that Baron Deniz visited Mr. Swain, but you must know that the Ministry of the Interior is not so easy to get into. It's not a regular police station, so you may not be allowed to enter even if you apply. ”

"This kind of thing can't stop me!" Sophia was unusually stubborn about her brother's affairs, "Since Baron Deniz can get permission, so can I." If it doesn't work once, I'll try a second and third time until I see my brother. ”

Ramrem shook his head, Sophia and her sister were diametrically opposed to each other. Although Victoria is usually very arrogant, she has no idea when she encounters something important, and Sophia is usually docile and obedient, but once the matter involves Swain, then no one can stop her determination.

"Maybe you've locked yourself in your room for so long that you don't even know what's going on outside. Ramrem walked to the window and opened the curtain that had been closed, "Today is the day of the old emperor's burial, and probably all the dignitaries in the imperial capital will gather in the Cape Cathedral to attend the emperor's funeral." ”

"So what?" because she had been staying in the room, the window suddenly let in the light, and Sophia's eyes were a little uncomfortable, "What does this have to do with me wanting to see my brother?"

"The order for the arrest of Mr. Swing was issued by the Minister of the Interior, Prince Beria—you don't know who His Highness is Beria, do you?"

It was only after Ramrem said this that Sophia gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. Because she is either staying in school or staying in the house, and everything outside is completely up to her brother's decision, Sophia's awareness and sensitivity to the situation is even less than Glatis's. But Sophia is not stupid either, and hearing such a hint from Ramrem, she quickly realizes the problem.

"Elder brother...... Is it dangerous?" Sophia could already imagine how the Ministry of the Interior would be now, and if she went to Swain now, she was afraid that it would cause Swain a lot of trouble.

"Don't you trust Mr. Swain very much?" Ramrem slowly walked up to Sophia's side, staring at Sophia's face with a cold gaze, "Wouldn't it be better to leave all this to him?" ”

Sophia looked at Ramrem suspiciously, as if trying to find some flaw in that cold face. She didn't know why the maid knew Swain so well, but now she had nothing she could do but trust Ramrem.

"Well," Sophia finally relented, sighing helplessly, "then do as you say." ”

As she spoke, she walked towards the bed again, her swaying steps looking weak, as if the last pillar that had supported her had fallen.

"Did you forget something?"

"What?" Sophia replied without bothering to look back, feebly and casually.

"You should come with me back to your mother and sister. ”

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The enclosed walls on both sides, combined with the dim light from the absence of windows, put a lot of pressure on Count Hecate as he walked up the stairs. It had been a long time since he had been to the building of the Ministry of the Interior, and Count Hecate did not like the oppressive building, which was closed, windowless, and tightly separated from each other, even the thirteen classes did not have the unsettling atmosphere of the Ministry of the Interior, although even in the Ministry of the Interior the thirteen classes were more mysterious.

Although the temperature has been much cooler than before, Count Hecate has sweated a lot. The bright red dress on his body was still shiny, but if you looked closely, you would see that Count Hecat's louvered collar was already wet with sweat.

Count Hecate was summoned to the Ministry of the Interior by Beria after the funeral of Nicholas I, and to be precise, he already knew what Beria was looking for when he saw the officials of the Ministry of the Interior coming towards him.

The cane inlaid with a huge ruby held tightly in his hand was not as stable as before, and the tail swayed from time to time to touch the steps, obviously Count Hecate's heart was very uncalm now, no matter what outcome he would face next, this power struggle, I am afraid that he would not be able to avoid it.

Walking to the lowest floor of the building, an iron door blocked the way of Count Hecate. The two soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of the Ministry of the Interior, saw the bright clothes of the comer, and apparently had received the order a long time ago, they immediately opened the door for the Earl of Hecate, and silently made a gesture of "please" to the Earl, while pointing to the road on the right.

Without saying a word, Count Hecate walked in the direction pointed by the soldiers, and after several turns he entered an empty cell area where the most dangerous prisoners were held, but few of them deserved the most dangerous assessment from the Ministry of the Interior.

Beria stood in front of a heavy prison door, quietly watching Count Hecate approach. There was no one with him, and there were only two people in the cell area, Count Hecate and Beria, and of course, maybe the man in the cell.

Beria took out his pocket watch and checked the time. "You're as punctual as ever, Max Simian. ”

Count Hecate bent down with a very respectful expression. "Don't dare to delay Your Highness's time. ”

Beria couldn't help laughing, although Count Hecate was not his direct subordinate, and it was not common for Count Hecate to walk around in the Ministry of the Interior, but his attitude made Beria feel very comfortable. Beria liked such subordinates, respectful and polite, and the attitude of the nobles of the court towards the emperor was what Beria enjoyed the most.

"It's a blessing to have a subordinate like you who can think about me. Beria leaned closer and patted Count Hecate on the shoulder, "I hope you will continue to share my worries in the future." ”

Count Hecate's deeply lowered face was rigidly tense, and he tried his best to restrain his expression. Of course he knew the meaning of Beria's words, but what if he knew, could he refute Beria?

"I'm scared. "Count Hecate's bent waist did not dare to lift up in the slightest, even for a highness, this posture was too low.

Waving his hand, Beria said meaningfully, "You don't need to be so humble, I value you very much." Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to discuss such a big matter first, instead of reporting it directly to Alexander. ”

Hearing Beria's words, Count Hecate couldn't help but be stunned, and he raised his head cautiously, the puzzled expression on his face was not concealed.

"Dare I ask which thing you mean?" Count Hecate originally thought that Beria had brought him in order to make conditions for Manfred's affairs, but when he heard Beria say "report to Alexander", Count Hecate couldn't help but wonder.

"What else could it be?" Beria narrowed his eyes and pushed open the cell door beside him, "Naturally, it's your subordinate, Mr. Manfred Schneider." ”

As the cell door opened, Count Hecate turned his gaze into the cell, and to his surprise, behind the bars, Manfred was actually impaled by four chains in the shoulders and restrained to the edge of the wall. The part pierced by the chain is still dripping blood, and at Manfred's feet, a small pool of dark blood has gathered, if it were an ordinary person, such a large amount of blood loss must have been shocked or even died, but after all, this is Manfred, although he looks very seriously injured, but at least he is still awake.

Count Hecate's brain was racing rapidly, and countless thoughts and thoughts drifted through his mind. Count Hecate knows exactly how powerful Manfred is, and if it were not for the contract inherited by the Hecate family for generations to control Manfred, Count Hecate himself may not be Manfred's opponent.

Because of the dim light, Count Hecate could not see Manfred's face clearly, but his magic could clearly sense Manfred's weakness at this time.

Who could make Manfred look like this? It doesn't make sense, even if the army was the opponent, Manfred wouldn't be like this, and if there was such a big battle, the whole German would be able to hear the movement. So who has the ability to do this, is there a hidden magic envoy department in the Ministry of the Interior?

Many suspicions could not help but rise in Count Hecate's heart, and a huge sense of crisis arose, slowly eroding Count Hecate's confidence.

"Originally, I didn't want to treat Mr. Schneider like that. "But, to be on the safe side, I have to resort to some special means, and I hope you will understand." ”

Count Hecate swallowed, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and Beria's polite tone did not comfort him at all, but only made the sense of crisis even stronger.

"Your Highness, may I ask you...... "The Earl's breathing was a little unsteady, and the oppressive atmosphere in this place almost made him breathless, "What is Manfred's crime?"

"Don't you know?" Beria, her mouth wide open, feigned surprise, "but yes, how could someone as loyal as you be involved in such a thing." ”

The hand holding the cane trembled, and the gloves were already stained with sweat, but Count Hecate had no more heart to complain about the discomfort now, and the vague meaning of Beria's words was like a sword hanging over his head, and at some point it would suddenly fall and pierce Count Hecate's heart.

Beria watched with interest at Count Hecate's expression, and he liked the feeling of teasing others and toying with them in applause. Seeing that it had almost frightened Count Hecate, Beria no longer hung on the other party's appetite, and said simply:

"Your subordinate, Mr. Manfred Schneider, plotted to murder the previous Emperor. ”