"What do you mean?" Swain looked at the Marquis of Metternich, his face still unfazed.

The Marquis of Metternich also stared at Swain, and the smile on his lips seemed to be indecent, and if someone else saw it, such as Franz, or his former subordinates, he would probably be frightened and shivered, and only felt a chill down his spine. But Swain was different, his peace was hardly broken by anyone, whether it was the Marquis of Metternich or the Emperor, he always looked indifferent when facing these old statesmen who were old and cunning, as if his face was a mask, and his expression was completely fixed.

"The news I heard from Edward, Duke of Corgas, was completely different. Several attempts were fruitless, and the Marquis of Metternich also understood that Sven would not be deceived by these little tricks, since this was the case, then he did not need to use the method of hiding a needle in his words to set Swain's words, after so many temptations, presumably Sven was also vigilant.

"Edward, Duke of Cogas?" Wood frowned, looking at the Marquis of Metternich puzzled, and asked, "Oliver, when did you deal with him?"

"When I was before my Majesty, His Majesty the Emperor gave me the task of interrogating Duke Edward, and I learned some very surprising news during that interrogation. The Marquis of Metternich was answering Wood's question, but kept his eyes on Swain, "He told me that Earl Winston had actually died a year earlier. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wood immediately fell into a huge shock, he looked at the Marquis of Metternich blankly, his lips moved twice, but he couldn't speak very smoothly, he could only stammer: "O, Oliver, you, what did you say?"

Metternich glanced at Wood, he really felt sorry for this old friend, he had been running around for the Jericho family, but he was the one who was most deceived. "Wood, think about it, was there anything unusual about the tone of Winston when he sent you that letter?"

Wood swallowed, trying to calm himself down, but even as he tried to calm himself, his mind was still occupied by the words of the Marquis of Metternich. Wood didn't know where to put his eyes now, he looked at the Marquis of Metternich and then at Swain, but the overly calm faces of the two men made Wood's mind even more confused, and he couldn't remember the contents of the letter Winston had sent him at that time.

"Don't rush, think slowly. The Marquis of Metternich patted Wood on the shoulder and comforted his old friend, he was not in a hurry now, he would agree to Franz's suggestion, just to invite Swain over under the pretext of meeting with Wood, and the Marquis had prepared a lot for the showdown at this moment, so he was not worried.

Franz, who sat next to Swain, was also a little unsettled now, but he had less to do with Count Winston, and therefore was not as flustered as Wood. What made him panic was that the Marquis of Metternich did not tell him anything about this at first, even if he sent him to Swain, he did not tell the whole truth.

"Do you think I concealed my grandfather's death?" Swain did not look surprised by the sudden showdown of the Marquis de Metternich, as if he had expected it.

The Marquis looked at Swain coldly, he had only sided with Ernest at Wood's request, but when he learned about it from Edward, his senses for Swain turned sharply. The Marquis of Metternich didn't know why Swain did this, but he wasn't a man who was easily moved by what others said, and even if Swain did give a reason, he wouldn't necessarily agree.

"Little Jericho, don't you think you're too deeply involved in the rebellion in Pritown?"

Wood and Franz paused for a moment, obviously they were still talking about the time of Winston's death, why did they suddenly get involved in the rebellion of Pritown?

"Michelle visited Winston at Midnight a year ago, and I have checked the records from the Railroad Bureau of the Engineering Department, which is absolutely credible. And the time he went to Midnight Fort was because he had already been in contact with Hadrian's empire at that time, and was lobbied by Hadrian to rebel. It's just that the prince was too indecisive to make up his mind about such a big thing, so he wanted to go to Winston to discuss, but at that time, Winston had already passed away. ”

As the Marquis of Metternich's words fell, Wood's face became completely pale, if what the Marquis of Metternich said was true, then not only Winston's death might be a problem, but even the loyalty of the Earl of Midnight was questionable, and now Wood's mind was completely messed up, and he couldn't tell whether the Midnight Fort he went to in mid-February was still the Midnight Fort he went to back then.

"But you heard all this from the Duke of Corgas, didn't you?Duke Edward is a true traitor, and isn't it the cart before the horse that you believe his word to doubt me?" Swain still showed no fear, and he calmly stared at the Marquis of Metternich, and retorted to the Marquis without flinching.

"Do you still have a hard mouth!" the Marquis suddenly shouted, startling Franz, and everyone slipped off the sofa, "You say that Edward's words are not credible, so you explain what Michelle went to Midnight Fort a year ago?"

"Prince Michel hasn't come to Midnight Fort once or twice, and if he goes to any land, the owner of which land will be questioned loyally, then I'm afraid that the people who need to be investigated by the Ministry of the Interior will only be too many to count, right?"

"That's not what I said, Count Jericho. "From outside the door of the parlor came a man wearing a large wide-brimmed hat that obscured half of his face, and the only one that was exposed to the light was a chilling smile at the corner of his mouth. He was heavily dressed, even on April days, he was wrapped in a big trench coat, and he wrapped himself tightly, and as he walked, there was always a clanging sound coming from under his clothes, as if a bunch of keys were rattling, although the sound was not very loud, but strangely enough, no one heard such a sound until the man walked in from behind the door.

He walked to the center of the parlor, faced Swain, and bowed heavily. "May I introduce myself, the contemptible man is the third section agent of the Ministry of the Interior, Thresy Daxda. ”

Looking at the man in front of him, Sven frowned, not only did he not hear him walking just now, but he didn't even notice his own magic perception that this guy who called himself Thressi was approaching this meeting room. Even if Sven's own magic perception is very weak, if he deliberately perceives it, he can still find some clues, which Yang is unlikely to avoid.

"Threesy Daxda?" Swain tilted his neck and glared at Thressie, "I've heard of you, and you're the one who plotted against Hekarim Nowitin and the Southern Legion. ”

"This is all a clever arrangement by His Highness Beria, and I just received this task at the right time. Thresy spoke modestly, but when he walked up to Swain, Sven could see the expression of his face hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and that thin face was full of crazy colors, especially the dark green eyes, which were like the eyes of a madman.

"This is the person I specially invited from the Ministry of the Interior, little Jericho, don't underestimate the empire too much, every move of your southern nobles is watched by the Ministry of the Interior. With that, the Marquis of Metternich glanced at Thressi, "Show him the evidence that Beria has gathered." ”

Thresy bowed slightly to the Marquis, then took a document from under his coat and handed it to Swain. "This is a record that our Home Office has found from the post office, and one of them is about you. You sent a servant to send a letter to Pritten at the end of March, and a few days later Prince Michel VII rebelled, and declared casus belli directly against you and your Midnight Fort territory, may I ask what you wrote in the letter?"

Swain took the file, flipped through it quickly, and soon saw the record circled in red pen. "It's just some regular greetings, Michelle had a good relationship with our Jericho family before the rebellion, I'm going to let him know before I accept the canonization, isn't it strange?"

"Huh-" Thresy sneered, the corners of his mouth almost curled to the base of his ears, and it was hard to believe that a person could make such a smile, "but in hindsight, Prince Michel and you don't have a good relationship." ”

"At most, it means that I am looking at the wrong person. Swain spread his hands, unconcerned about Thressi's questioning.

"What do you think, of course, you can say as you like, after all, we can't take your heart out and see what is written on it. However, we, the Ministry of the Interior, will not abandon our suspicion of you just because of your side of the story. Thresy put his hand in his pocket, and Franz looked nervously at the pocket of Théresi's trench coat, lest he, like Viscount Jericho, suddenly pull out a gun.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Wood couldn't sit still, though his mind was still in a mess at the moment, but the sudden intervention of someone from the Home Office was not what he wanted to see. In any case, even if Swain hid the true date of Winston's death from him, he still didn't want to see Sven fall into the hands of Belia, and Wood still knew about that man's methods.

However, before Wood could go over to organize Théresi, the Marquis of Metternich held him down. Wood gave Marquis Metternich a questioning look, but Marquis Metternich simply shook his head in reply, telling him to leave the matter alone.

Thresy pulled an investigative warrant from his pocket and brought it to Swain. "Your Excellency's order, I hope you will visit the Ministry of the Interior, we will be most cautious about Michel's rebellion, and will not let go of any possible suspicion. ”

"It's ridiculous," Swain still sat on the couch, not even looking at the piece of paper, "I killed the traitor Michelle, and you now suspect that Michelle and I are in the same party, don't you think it's very illogical?"

"You may have killed Michelle to kill people, after all, the defeat of the Southern rebels was already a foregone conclusion. The Marquis of Metternich spoke, and now that he had finally made his position clear, this invitation was simply a trap designed for Swain.

"Then why should I risk my life and escape from Porto León with Her Royal Highness Princess Caterina and hand over Princess Celestia directly to Michelle?"

"We'll know that. Seresy sneered and grabbed Swain's wrist by the hand, "If you are innocent, what is there to be afraid of? ”

Swain didn't resist, and the Marquis de Metternich's hand was indeed a surprise to him, but it was just a little trouble for him. Swain was not afraid to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and it was not that he had no dealings with Beria.

Dragged by Thressy, Swain followed his steps towards the door, and as he walked past the Marquis de Metternich, he stopped and glanced at the Marquis. "Are you so worried about the Metternich after your death?" he asked the Marquis softly, and even Wood had not heard what he said.

"I've given you a chance," the Marquis of Metternich looked at Swain unmoved, "I wouldn't have done it if you had spoken honestly, you were too conceited, and you underestimated others." ”

"Really?" Sven snorted and followed Thresy out of the drawing room.