The night was still cold tonight, but Sophia tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Not just because of the heat from the room and the bed, but also because Swain didn't come back tonight.

It's past twelve o'clock, but Swain still hasn't come home, and the lights in Karin Castle have long since been extinguished, and maybe Swain won't be back tonight.

"Brother, ......" Sophia hugged the pillow, she couldn't sleep, so she simply got up, leaned against the bedside table, and rummaged through the drawers. Because she didn't want the servants to realize that she hadn't slept, Sophia didn't turn on the light, and rummaged in the dark for what she was looking for, which was not an easy task.

After searching for a long time, she finally found the object in the drawer.

Feeling the cold touch of her fingertips and caressing it along the smooth texture of metal, Sophia grasped the handle of the gun and took the pistol her brother had given her out of the drawer.

She took the gun and killed Manfred.

"Brother, ......" Sophia's eyes were confused, and she held the pistol to her heart, as if she was holding her favorite brother.

She fell back on the bed, because it was summer, and the pajamas she was wearing were also very thin, the silver pistol was held on her chest, and the coldness of the metal was directly on her skin, giving Sophia a different kind of silky feeling.

Sophia lay on the bed unsightly, with her head resting at the end of the bed, facing the door, and her loose pajamas were a little untidy. The fragrant white sheets were also wrinkled because Sophia always turned over, and the blanket was kicked to the ground by Sophia.

When Swain walked into the room, he saw such a scene.

Because he didn't want to wake his sister, he didn't make a sound when he pushed the door, so that Sophia in the room didn't notice it at all, and the bed was facing the door, and as soon as Swain opened the door, he saw Sophia like he had never seen before.

And coincidentally, because Sophia rested her head at the foot of the bed, by the moonlight, she also immediately saw Sven pushing the door in.

"Brother...... My lord. ”

Sophia's face quickly warmed up, and it didn't take long for it to get cooked, and she hurriedly tried to put the gun in her hand, but in a hurry, she fell off the bed instead.

"Hmm—it hurts. She touched her head, and she didn't know where the gun had fallen.

"Be careful. Swain walked over and picked up Sophia, "Haven't you slept so late, can't you sleep?"

Sophia, who was lying in her brother's arms, couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, and even the skin on her body was flushed. Because the pajamas she was wearing were very thin, Swain was holding her now, just like when she had just put the pistol to her chest, and the touch was completely transmitted to her body, from the skin to the deepest part of her body, a warm current made her whole body numb.

"Brother, elder brother, you, you're back so early......" Sophia buried her head in Swain's chest, she didn't dare to look at her brother at this moment, but she didn't want his brother to put herself down, she only hoped that it would stop for a while, so that she could savor the happiness of this moment.

"You know, I don't like that kind of banquet. Swain wanted to put Sophia on the bed, but Sophia's hand quietly pulled the corner of Swain's clothes and wouldn't let him go, so Swain had to continue to hold his sister like this, "So I came back early." Moreover, I don't feel at ease with you, I asked you to avoid outside before, and when I came back, I let you stay here alone, after all, I can't feel at ease. ”

"Brother...... Sophia's heart melted when she heard it, she hugged her brother tightly, and she couldn't wait to melt with her brother like water.

"But you seem to be in good spirits. Sven hugged his sister and sat on the edge of the bed, and there was a rare rise and fall in his tone, "It's so late, you don't sleep, you ......"

Sven's words came to an abrupt halt, and he suddenly remembered the last time he had heard in front of the door of his room, and what he had seen through the magic endings.

"Brother, I, I'm ......" Sophia bit her lip and unconsciously wanted to look at the pistol that had fallen on the ground. Because it was a silver pistol, the body of the pistol was still glowing in the moonlight, and Sophia soon saw the gun that had fallen to the ground.

However, Sven didn't seem to pay attention to his sister's gaze, he suddenly lowered his head, put it to Sophia's ear, and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Ah!" Sophia was stunned, her face flushed again, "yes, yes......," she replied in a thin voice, burying her head deep into her brother's arms.

After a long time, unable to hear her brother's voice, Sophia cautiously poked her head out and quietly looked at Swain.

Sven looked at him, his eyebrows softly curled, and he rarely showed a gentle expression.

"Don't want to sleep yet?"

Sophia was stunned for a moment, and then buried her face in Sven's arms shyly. "You. You hold me, how can this ......"

"Just sleep like that. Swain hugged Sophia and lay down on the bed together, "I haven't been with you much during this time, today, you can be spoiled to your heart's content." ”

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The dinner party at Tiamat Palace was still brightly lit at twelve o'clock, and although some people like Swain had left, there were still many people left to continue to party, venting their passions. Of course, the banquet is not just a carnival, this kind of social occasion is more suitable for some communication, both on and off the table, all in the Tiamat Palace, under the nose of the new emperor, quietly going on.

Mencken walked into a room where the guests were resting, and although he had drunk a lot of wine tonight, the foreign secretary did not appear to be very drunk, and even though his face was ruddy, he still did not look like he needed to rest.

There was already someone in the room, and Menken was not surprised at all, he sat on the sofa and didn't look at Fang Zhongde's man, as if he was ignoring the other party's existence.

"Your Excellency Mencken," said Thressie, with his trademark eerie smile, "thank you for coming, and I am so grateful for the fear. ”

Menken glanced at him, although Menken always seemed weak in front of Emperor Nicholas I and the Marquis of Metternich, but he was a foreign minister after all, and his years of power still gave him some prestige, at least, in front of a person of no status like Seresi, it was not a problem to put on a posture.

"What a pompous word, isn't it?" said Mencken, puffing himself on a cigar, "fortunately you were in the Ministry of the Interior, and if you were in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you probably wouldn't be able to do it for long." ”

Thresy laughed, and his laughter did not seem to come from his mouth, nor from his nasal cavity, but from his chest, from a heart with a mouth.

"Your Excellency Mencken, with all due respect, I am afraid that you will not be able to stay with your Foreign Affairs Department now, right? The Marquis of Metternich died a heroic death, and one is reminded of the glory he brought to the Empire and to himself. And you, because you are hiding in the Metternich house, seem to be very criticized, right?"

"Hmph-" Menken snorted coldly, although he and Franz and the others escaped from the most severely affected Upper River District and picked up a life, but when Alexander came back to control Deweide, he went to the palace of Tiamat Alexander to serve him, but he was very sneered. After all, when Alexander and the cabinet were so miserable, Menken chose to hide in the home of the Marquis of Metternich to take refuge, which already showed that his position was not firm, and it was naturally difficult to gain the trust of the new emperor, and it was even rumored that Alexander had plans to change the foreign secretary.

"I serve the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor, and I am comfortable with what I do, and you, as a wanted criminal, dare to come to Tiamat Palace with a swagger, do you miss the prison of your Ministry of the Interior?"

"Ha, prison, ah, yes, prison. Hearing Mencken mention the word prison, Thressi seemed to have been turned on some not-so-good switch, and the whole person became strangely excited, "I really miss it." When I was the warden, I could hear so many sweet and miserable tones every day, and I could listen to the sorrows of mortals, which were more pleasing to the eye than any opera! This is the real symphony, a symphony played by the truest and most sincere human voice, a perfect movement to be enjoyed with the soul! I really, really, really want to hear it again, really. ”

Menken looked at Seresi with a strange expression, and with doubt and horror, he watched Thressi perform a play, and he opened his arms to hold himself, and unfolded an unbelievable speech in an operatic undulating tone.

This guy can't be a brain disorder, right?

Mencken thought of a question that most people would have when they first met Thressy.

After finishing the self-talking speech, Thresy calmed down a little, continued to stare at the door with a strange smile, and said: "Your Excellency, your face is not very good, if you feel uncomfortable, then let's change the subject and continue." ”

Mencken turned his face and let out a soft puff of air from his nose, not answering Thressi.

"Let's be straight, we need your help. ”

"Let me help you?" Mencken sneered, flicking the ashes of his cigarette, "Mr. Daxda, are you kidding? You remnants of the Ministry of the Interior, the Cabinet Ministers of the Empire are here to help you, who would go on a broken ship with no bow? Even if your master is still alive, he is now a street rat, please be practical, and think about how to save your own life." ”

"The remnants of the Ministry of the Interior, the Cabinet Minister of the Empire, hum......, hum," Seresy sneered, as if he had heard something very ridiculous, and he bent over with laughter and hugged his stomach, "If you really feel that you are at odds with us, then why did you come to meet me, instead of telling your Majesty, let a squad of soldiers come in and arrest me?"

Mencken curled the corners of his mouth into a sly smile. "How do you know that there isn't a squad of soldiers waiting for you outside?"

"Don't scare me, Lord Mencken. "There's no one out there, and I'm pretty sure that although your expression just now looks very confusing, it can't fool me to this extent." ”

Mencken frowned and didn't speak.

"Actually, I think it's easy for you to help. Seeing that Mencken did not speak, Thresy continued, "Please help me move something forward. ”

Mencken turned his head and didn't even look at Thressie.

"For Mr. Swain No. Jericho, Earl of Midnight, for the post of Governor of Orkness. ”

This sentence took the Foreign Secretary by surprise, and the cigar smoke fell on several cases. Ignoring it, though, he turned his face away and looked at Thressi suspiciously.

"I don't understand what you mean. He stared at the somewhat neurotic man, his eyes so sharp that he seemed to be able to see through the skin, and dug out all the bones of Seresi, "Michel VII is dead, the Cnoyes family is out of power, His Majesty Alexander will not give anyone the position of governor of Orknis, he will not give authority to those vassals, let alone the authority of the entire southern part of the empire." ”

"You really don't understand what I mean. Thresy smiled and shook her head, "Even if it's just an empty title, we'd love to see Count Jericho continue to advance." ”

Mencken narrowed, he didn't believe Thressi's nonsense. Saying that he hoped that Count Jericho would continue to advance, a remnant of the Ministry of the Interior, should he shake hands with the man who killed Beria, and still support the other party unreservedly? Mencken instinctively felt that there was a conspiracy behind this guy Seresi.

"It really surprised me. Mencken took out another cigar and put it to his lips, "Who are you speaking for, for the sake of the struggling Home Office, for a chance to live, or for the one who introduced me here to you, or perhaps even to the one behind you......"

"Duke Pesa?"