Menken quietly drew the curtains, revealing a small slit, peeking through the crack in the street outside.

After separating from Alexander, Menken immediately ran to the Browning district, but his mansion was already targeted by the Ministry of the Interior, and Menken did not dare to return to his home, so he simply ran to the Metternich family, cheekily, and begged the Marquis of Metternich to let him take refuge here under the advantage of the fact that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs worked together in the past.

Knowing the news that the palace of Tiamat had been attacked and that Alexander and his cabinet had to flee, even the well-informed old marquis could not help but be surprised. He didn't expect that Beria would really dare to attack Tiamat Palace, and blatantly confront the imperial brother's sword soldiers.

In such a critical situation, the Marquis of Metternich did not pay much attention to the suspicions of the year, and agreed to let Mencken stay here and hide. Of course, at this time the Metternich themselves were not much safe, after all, the old marquis had held positions in the cabinet for a long time, and sooner or later the Ministry of the Interior would think of him.

Looking at the calm and even very deserted streets, Mencken breathed a sigh of relief, there was no way for him to flee here, after all, there were most of the residences of cabinet ministers in the Browning district, and the Ministry of the Interior would definitely focus on monitoring and searching this area, but if he did not flee here, where could he hide? The embassy district may be a very good choice, even Beria may not be willing to offend those foreign ministers with unclear attitudes at such a critical moment. However, it is clear that these ministers, or the countries they represent, are also now watching, as is the usual practice in other countries, and they will not easily show their inclination until the situation becomes clear. And for a great country like Hadrian, this is definitely a great opportunity, no matter who wins the two princes, Hadrian can support the loser and help him go into exile. With such a card in hand, it is very convenient to trade with the Empire or use it as a threat.

And with Mencken's identity, although it does not have the weight of Alexander, it can also be used. So Menken won't go to the embassy district until the end, it's easy to get into a foreign embassy, but if you want to get out later, it's hard to say.

"Your Excellency, Chancellor. ”

The sound behind him startled Menken, and his whole body shuddered involuntarily.

"F, Franz......" Mencken hurriedly turned around, and saw Franz behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Is there something wrong?" It can't be someone from the Ministry of the Interior, is it?" he said, and he couldn't help but get nervous again.

"No, it's calm for now. Franz gave Menken a reassuring reply, "Yesterday the gunfire in the imperial capital rang out all night, and it should be the imperial capital garrison fighting with the Ministry of the Interior. Now the gunfire has stopped, but it is not known who will win and who will lose. ”

"Let's hope the Imperial Capital garrison wins—" Mencken sighed, looking worried, as if he didn't have much confidence in what he said.

Looking at Menken's troubled appearance, Franz raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed disdain without a trace. Although he was always criticized by his grandfather, under the teaching of the Marquis of Metternich, his eyesight and judgment have improved a lot, and he can be regarded as a diplomat who can be recognized by the Marquis of Metternich. Now that he saw Mencken's lack of confidence, he naturally felt disdain for the weakness of the other party.

Such a person is also worthy of replacing his grandfather and being the foreign secretary?

Franz was guilty of resentment, and even a little resentful of the late Emperor Nicholas I.

"Before you left the Tiamat Palace, did you make an agreement with His Highness Alexander that once you managed to escape, where would you meet?" asked Franz, afraid that Menken would think too much, and he added a special sentence, "If there is anything inconvenient to say, you can tell my grandfather directly, he is also very concerned about this matter." ”

Mencken waved his hand, not moving his steps. "Forget it, the Marquis of Metternich is in such a good health, don't disturb his rest, and besides, it will probably be very embarrassing for me to go to see him. Mencken was quite self-aware, knowing that he had robbed the Marquis of Metternich of the position of Foreign Secretary, and he did not have the face to go to the old Marquis under the pretext of the other party.

Franz glanced at Mencken without a trace, and since the other party knew each other so well, he was not going to say anything more.

"Originally, Prime Minister Pitt intended to send everyone to the western suburbs, where there were also an army of 20,000 men from Munster, Yanwan and Connaught. Mencken stole his gaze out the window and continued, "However, the Army of the South and the Ministry of the Interior have blocked the road to the western suburbs, and if we go there now, we will probably be in a trap." ”

"In other words, we can only hope that the Imperial Capital Garrison can protect His Highness Alexander well. Franz sighed, this hope was too slim for him, "I just found out that the Tiamat Palace has been captured. ”

Menken was not too surprised by the news, the capture of Tiamat Palace was almost a certainty, as he had a premonition from the time the enemy shelled Tiamat Palace. With such a great determination to attack the Tiamat Palace, Menken did not think that Beria would not use all his strength, and the defense of the Tiamat Palace could only depend on how long it could hold out.

"May Guderian be safe—" Mencken sighed and prayed palely.

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The main entrance of Tiamat Palace was in ruins, and after fierce fighting, the royal guards guarding the main gate were almost completely wiped out, and even if a small number of royal guards escorted the seriously wounded Baron McCool into the Imperial Hall and joined the headquarters of Minister Guderian, the situation was irreparable.

Alain's soldiers were like hyenas on the steppe, destroyed everywhere they went, and when they left, they didn't have any nostalgia - after all, it was Manfred's troops, not Beria's, and they had no superfluous vulgarity.

At present, the palace of Tiamat is almost controlled by the soldiers led by Alain, and only a small number of people are leading Guderian to resist in the imperial hall. Originally, this kind of resistance was not worth mentioning to Alain, he only needed a pair of short axes to break in and kill the people inside, but to his surprise, neither Alain himself nor his soldiers could enter the Imperial Hall.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier protecting the Imperial Hall, no matter how much Alain and his soldiers attacked the gate or the surrounding walls, they could never enter, and even Alain had his men pull the cannon in and fired a few shots at the door of the Imperial Hall, but the most glorious temple of the Empire remained untouched.

"Boom"

Alain slashed at the gate of the Imperial Hall with an axe, needless to say, his strength, the ordinary gate could not withstand his blow at all, but, in the face of this gate, even Alain's brute force was useless, the axe was instead bounced out, and even Alain was shocked back a few steps by the rebounding force.

"Damn!" Alan slammed his fist on the pillar in front of the Imperial Hall, venting his anger in his heart, "What the hell is this, it's so hard!"

"It's the throne of Midletus I. Manfred's voice suddenly appeared, and Alain looked back to see the shadow behind the pillar fluctuate a few times, and then Manfred's figure slowly emerged.

"What did you say?" Alain glared at Manfred as if he wanted to take his anger off on him.

Manfred also looked a little embarrassed at this point, his shirt was a little torn, and his left sleeve was missing. "The throne of Midletus I, although it has always been placed there, but most people who have seen it do not know that this inconspicuous stone seat is actually a powerful magical treasure. ”

"You know this thing?"

"Ah, yes, it had a great magical power a century ago, and to this day, the power of this treasure has not diminished in any way. Manfred gave a slightly nostalgic look, as if he was recalling something, "The throne of Midlets I, when attacked by magic in the realm it protects, opens a protective barrier, and under the protection of this barrier, nothing can break through its defenses. ”

"Then there is nothing we can do?" Alain asked loudly, his axe tightly gripped, "since you know there is such a thing, why didn't you say it earlier?

Manfred smiled slightly, and he didn't look worried at all in the face of Alain, who was getting angrier. "Anyway, the enemy is already trapped inside, and it's no different from killing them, it won't hinder us in any way, will it? ”

"Then we're going to wait here for ten days?" Alain sneered, "Do you have that much time?"

"Just send a small number of troops to watch here, with the soldiers I made, they can't escape at all. Manfred dusted off his clothes, looking quite confident.

Alain looked at the tear on Manfred's clothes, he raised his gray eyebrows, and asked Manfred, "You look embarrassed, why, a guy like you, can be hurt by mortals." ”

"It's Jericho!" Manfred's eyes froze, "Jericho isn't a mortal. ”

Alain fell silent unexpectedly, and when he heard the name Jericho, it seemed that he also had a kinship.

"And what about that Gyan? Did you catch it? ”

"No, but I've wounded that Jericho, and although he ran away, they can't escape the city, and then, if we search the city carefully, we will definitely find these rats. ”

"Just such a few people?" Alain turned his head and glanced at the soldiers guarding in front of the Imperial Hall, even if there were not too many casualties, there were only about a thousand soldiers here, after all, it was made by Manfred, even if Manfred kept making these soldiers with strong vitality, it was impossible to make too many - this is not like the undead soldiers summoned by Manfred when he pursued Alexander, these soldiers also had to collect corpses and spend a lot of time to make.

Manfred glanced around, and the corpses of the Royal Guard soldiers were still lying on the ground before the battlefield had been cleaned.

"Pile these corpses together," he ordered his soldiers, "and then prepare the magic array, these are very good materials, don't waste them." ”

The soldiers moved the bodies in silence, as if Manfred had sewn up the men's mouths when he was making them, and the soldiers did not speak the whole time.

Alain watched coldly as the soldiers swung their corpses, piled them up in the clearing, and carved a magic circle on the side. He glanced at the dead bodies, and let out a soft "huh".

"What's wrong?" Manfred asked, turning his head.

"Do your thing. Alain kept his face composed, not telling Manfred what he had discovered. He realized that one of the corpses was missing, one less person who had impressed him.

Sinjid hid in the ruins in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous, I almost found out. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and immediately he smiled again, "However, if I can get this thing, it is not in vain that I have to risk sneaking here." ”

He patted Sir Wiley's corpse beside him, and the corners of his dirty mouth curled up very strangely.

"Yes, Mr. Sir. ”