Because there was such an unexpected situation temporarily, among which there was a great writer Master Moduo, the scene was forced out of a good poem that was destined to last for a hundred years, and the dinner party this night was overtimed for a long time, until late at night, and the guests who were still excited were satisfied and gradually left.

They really felt that tonight was worth the trip, and there might be some twists and turns in the process, but the ending was undoubtedly perfect, at least for a long time to come, and the experience of this dinner was enough for them to brag about it for a long time in front of those who did not come.

However, for His Majesty Roland IX, such a thing at the dinner party he held was tantamount to slapping him in the face.

Countless years later, when people talk about the timing of the birth of this poem, it is precisely because of the accident at his dinner party that it was born, and when he thinks of it, he feels that his face is a hot pain.

So when such a big thing happened, Lord Loyalty, who knew His Majesty the Emperor's character, also had no rest, and even the forces of the Military Intelligence Bureau were mobilized by him at the first time, driving them to look for all suspicious clues, and they must find out the black hand behind the scenes.

has followed Roland IX for so many years, he knows that Roland IX is absolutely unwilling to easily suffer this secret loss, and if he can't find out the black hand behind the scenes in time, although Roland IX will not kill himself, but the anger and punishment are not so easy to bear.

Fortunately, he was fortunate this time, and according to a little clue that he had accidentally obtained, he was finally able to determine who had instigated this matter, which also allowed him to give an account to Roland IX.

Just as he had predicted, just as he had determined who was behind the scenes, the palace guards came overnight with an order from His Majesty the Emperor to summon him urgently, and by this time, it was already less than two hours before dawn, and it was obvious that Roland IX had not rested at all......

With the token rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, Lord Loyal Dog passed through the heavy guards in the palace unimpeded, and finally came to the outside of Roland IX's office.

The court director with a large group of maids and guards stayed quietly outside, carefully pricking up his ears, waiting for orders from inside at any time.

Lord Zhongdog pulled the court director aside, took off a huge ruby ring on his hand with a little pain, and secretly stuffed it into the palace director's hand, and asked in a low voice: "How is His Majesty the Emperor's mood?" ”

The court director weighed the ring in his sleeve with a very professional technique, and then showed a satisfied look.

"Your Majesty was in a strange mood tonight, and when he first went in, His Majesty was very angry, and he did not allow anyone to stay in it, but then I don't know what happened, and let us send in a few bottles of that liquor called Wodega, and after that His Majesty seemed to be in a much better mood. The palace director lowered his voice and said quickly.

After thanking the court master again, Lord Loyal Dog pushed open the door to his office, and he found that there was no one in the office except His Majesty the Emperor, and Roland IX was lazily half-lying on a soft couch smoking a cigar, and there seemed to be a large glass of Wardgar in front of him.

The spacious office was filled with the smell of choking smoke, as well as the strong smell of smoke and alcohol, and on the ground in front of Roland IX's soft couch, a few dried wine bottles were discarded indiscriminately, and it seemed that His Majesty the Emperor had not drunk less.

After seeing the loyal dog come in, Roland IX threw the few cigar butts on his mouth to the ground, ignoring the cigar butts completely, and scalding the exquisite handmade carpet on the ground into an ugly hole.

"Do you have a little idea, who is so bold as to dare to do such a thing at the dinner party I have hosted, and hasn't that little cub fallen into your hands? Give me some means, I only want the result, no matter what means you use." Roland IX's words were full of ruthlessness and rare violence.

The loyal dog, who was planning to open the lower window and breathe, suddenly gave up this plan when he heard this.

He replied with a wry smile: "Maybe we can't help it, get the answer from this little cub's mouth, just as we were escorting him to the MIA, he bit through the poison hidden in his teeth and killed himself." ”

"Waste, even a prisoner can't be guarded well, is it all about feeding dogs with so much money that the empire gives you every year?" Roland IX roared, grabbed the empty wine bottle in his hand and smashed it over.

The empty bottle luckily didn't hit the head of the dog, but it hit the shoulder, which still made the dog's pain great, but he stood straight, didn't even make the slightest movement, and silently endured all this.

Years of experience tell Lord Zhongdog that he must let His Majesty the Emperor vent out, otherwise the longer His Majesty the Emperor is aggrieved, the more severe the punishment will become.

It wasn't until Roland IX smashed everything he could smash that his anger subsided, and then the loyal dog whispered: "Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor, we have caught a little clue, and finally determined who instructed all this." ”

Roland IX's face was solemn, and after subconsciously sitting up straight, he motioned to Lord Loyal Dog to tell the mysterious black hand behind him.

Because the mastermind behind the scenes is too amazing, even if he knows that this place is very safe, there will be no possibility of leaking secrets, Lord Loyal Dog still walked to Roland IX's side, lowered his voice and said four words: "Temple of Light." ”

"Are you saying that all of this was instructed by the Temple of Light?" said Roland IX, his face full of disbelief as he faced the report of Lord Loyal Dog.

This result was completely unexpected, but he knew that if his intelligence minister dared to report it to him, he must be completely sure, which meant that the answer was astonishing, but it was absolutely true.

"These magic sticks, the special hands are getting longer and longer. Faced with a surprising answer, Roland IX completely calmed down.

The usual wisdom and determination to kill returned to Roland IX, who lit a cigar again with a very natural movement, then smoked it and thought about it, while the loyal dog, still standing motionless in his respectful position.

After a long time, Roland IX, who was full of alcohol, began to order: "Find a secret opportunity to tell the little dwarf Modo about this result, and in addition, secretly investigate all the officers in the army and above, and count all the lists of those who believe in the god of light, and give them to me." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Lord Zhongnu replied respectfully on the surface, but in his heart he thought of the terrifying thoughts that His Majesty the Emperor might have behind this order, and he couldn't help but tremble, that would kill many, many people......