"Assassination?" Alexander's words shocked Mick's heart, and he asked weakly, "It can't be so serious, why are they killing me?"

"Why are you killed?" Alexander sneered: "Because you have resources that others don't have, resources that change the power pattern of this plane!"

Those who want to get resources will do everything possible to control you, and those who can't get resources will never watch such resources fall into the hands of the enemy.

The easiest and most direct way to solve this problem is to make you disappear, just like Kellysia once wanted to do, and now you understand? Do you think Your Majesty will give you a reward for no reason?"

Mick was shocked in his heart, suddenly got up, and exclaimed, "You mean Your Majesty...... He's ......"

Alexander sighed and nodded helplessly: "Your Majesty is putting conditions on you." ”

"Conditions?"

Alexander nodded: "It's the condition." If you think about it, killing a genius alchemist, or a student of the Imperial War Academy, will not cause much of a storm at all, at most it will cause a small storm.

For those who can kill you, this little turmoil is nothing. However, if you assassinate an officer appointed by the Emperor himself, no matter how low the rank of this officer is, you must be careful about the possible reaction of His Majesty.

Protecting you, this is his condition, as one of the dozens of most powerful people in this interface, he has shown sincerity. So, accordingly, you must also ......"

"I have to share the results of my experiments with him, right?" Mick said gloomily.

That's what it means. Alexander nodded.

"What if I don't say yes?"

"Then, the first one to kill you will be Your Majesty. Alexander said coldly.

Although Mick had already guessed the answer, the fact that His Majesty the Emperor would kill him still made his heart beat wildly unconsciously.

"Mick", Alexander softly reassured, "The problem this time is that you are too anxious, and you have done well enough before you have enough self-preservation strength, which will push you to the forefront."

But if you think about it from another angle, this is not necessarily a bad thing, at least you have entered Your Majesty's field of vision, and whoever wants to do anything to you in the future must carefully weigh Your Majesty's attitude, isn't this exactly what you hoped to do at the beginning?"

Mick leaned back in his chair and shook his head weakly, "Alexander, I can reveal the method of magic inscription to Your Majesty, but I don't want to be a kite tethered by a string. ”

Alexander sighed, "Nobody likes to be bound, Mick. But if you want to be a bird in the sky, you have to have a pair of wings. When you don't have wings, you have to have a line if you want to fly.

There is a price for doing everything in this world, even if you are a legendary powerhouse, or a person in a high position like Your Majesty, it is impossible to do whatever you want.

If one day, you can get out of the empire, out of the human world, or even step out of this interface, you will find that people like us are actually very small, so small that they are not as small as a grain of sand in the desert, and they are not worth mentioning at all.

And when you are not worth mentioning, there is no so-called fairness and justice, and no one will care whether you have been wronged. Everyone cares about their own interests, but some people look better and some people look ugly. ”

When he said this, Alexander suddenly revealed an indescribable desolation and loneliness, which was as friendly and polite as he had been in the past.

"Alexander ......" Mick was infected by Alexander's inexplicable emotions, and he suddenly discovered that this man hidden under the mask seemed to have an unknown bitter past.

That incident may have been the pain of his life, and it has been haunting him for countless years.

"I'm sorry for the sudden gaffe. Alexander came to his senses, walked to the window, and left his back to Mick, hiding his true emotions.

"Alexander......" Mick hesitated for a second, but then asked, "Who are you?" It seems that all the magnates of Maltis know you, but they don't seem to want to mention you, why is that?"

Alexander gradually adjusted his mood, and a confident and polite smile returned to his face, which also made him put on a mask of hypocrisy again.

He gently opened the curtains, letting the sunset's presence shine on his white cheeks, as if answering Mick's question, as if he were saying to himself: "My identity, that's an open taboo." Actually, you don't have to ask me, you should find out soon. It's going to be soon, right? Well, that day shouldn't be far off......"

In the lounge, the steel magnates Count Eichendorf and Marquis Mario whispered, and across from them sat the bloated Count Hubert, a large timber merchant.

"What do you think he's here for? Master Beckman's work has nothing to do with his lumber business. Echendorf said in a low voice.

Mario glanced faintly at the dozen or so big businessmen behind him, and said helplessly: "Look at the people in this room, which of them will have a business completely related to the works of Master Beckman?"

Master Beckman has created a whole new realm, a big cake that no one has touched yet, and these guys are diners with knives and forks, waiting to share the cake. ”

"But Master Beckman is not an idiot, and he will give his cake to these guys?"

Mario shook his head and said, "It's because he's not an idiot that he divides the cake, because he only has one mouth, and if he has too much appetite, he will spoil himself." ”

"So everybody gets a piece of the pie?"

"Everyone?" Mario snorted coldly, "Hmph, you're thinking too much, this Beckman master is not only talented, but don't forget, he's a man from Lord Alexander, and the guy who can eat cake will definitely be the one with the best teeth." ”

At the mention of Alexander, Eichendorf's face changed noticeably, and he immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking.

At this time, a young butler walked into the rest area and said politely, "Master Beckman is free now, please come in and talk." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the door next to him and made a respectful gesture of please.

More than a dozen big businessmen stood up silently at once, tidied up their appearance a little, and then walked through the door next to them one by one.

In another lounge, Baron Jonas, the editor-in-chief of the Magic Herald, was glaring at the goatee across from him, gritting his teeth. The goatee was none other than his nemesis, Viscount Hans, editor-in-chief of the newspaper Maltisse Pravda.

"The stray dogs in the slums can always smell leftovers, and wherever there is a bad smell, there is it. If I had received the news so late, I would have been ashamed and indignant, how could I have the cheekiness to eat leftovers?" Jonas muttered casually, but in a loud voice.

Hans, on the other side, sarcastically said without showing weakness: "The stupid pig of Sahuan will only roll in the dung pit, and even if he sees the door of the pigsty open, he is too stupid to think of running away."

If I had entered the press conference in advance, I would have made an appointment for an interview right away, so why would I be so stupid as to wait here?"

Jonas didn't want to scold Hans in front of so many people, so he rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear what he was saying. Hans snorted coldly and ignored him.

The Magic Herald and Maltise Pravda are two of the most famous newspapers in the Empire, and their competition is fierce, and the editors-in-chief Jonas and Hans are well-known in the circle, and as long as they are there, every news is a war.

Dozens of editors-in-chief and reporters behind them couldn't help but snicker when they saw the two facing each other again.