Fermat felt a little uneasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ever since the sudden coup d'état, he'd felt that way all the time.

I always felt that someone was going to kill him, to cover up something that had completely passed.

The legacy of someone's past.

Before that coup, he had always thought that if there was anyone else in the world who could defeat the old lion called Ars Pompeii.

Then it must be, and it can only be him.

Because he has endured so long, made so many arrangements, endured so many humiliations, and has such a high status, qualifications, and so much understanding of the active volcano.

He always felt that he could one day replace him.

Even the lion's grandson was such a good young man, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes, and he was about to become emperor.

Fermat still felt he had a chance.

That's a politician's sense of smell.

However, he could not dream of it, or rather, most people could not dream of it.

The end result will be like this.

The old lion, the radiant young man, and the family that had stood in the Central City for thousands of years, had completely collapsed overnight.

The dead die, the scattered scattered, and the fleeing flee.

The person who wins is a person who no one would care about before, who no one could imagine, and who would not think of him if he wanted to break his scalp.

Winnington.

Fermat couldn't even remember the name before that night, except for a vague idea of Resfeld's descendants.

So when his henchmen woke him up from his bed in the middle of the night and told him that Ars was dead and Winnington had taken the throne, he thought for a long time before he remembered who Winnington was.

The subsequent change of course was also extremely hasty.

Fortunately, the others were also caught off guard, and he got the news relatively early, and he didn't even put on his shoes, so he ran directly to Winnington's mansion in a carriage and was the first to report.

So Winnington didn't blame him too much for the way he looked, and he didn't have the slightest intention of eradicating him because he was Ars's number one minion before.

Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said to him, hard work, Your Excellency Fermat, your achievements over the years will be remembered.

Of course, it may also be that Fermat's status is also precious, he has a certain right to speak in the House of Lords, and he is the supreme giant of the Inquisition, so in the subsequent distribution of power, he actually got a lot of benefits.

He was appointed as the head of the Special Investigation Department of the Central Military Department, which was actually the core of the power of the Central Empire, and his power was second only to Winnington.

This made Fermat feel that Winnington really wanted to reuse himself, and what he said to himself was sincere.

Until now, he was sent to Saint Laurent.

In fact, although the current situation of Saint Laurent is a very important opportunity for the Central Empire, there is no need for a ministerial-level figure like Fermat to come in person.

But Winnington still directly ordered him to come, saying that he wanted to stabilize the morale of the army.

And it is guaranteed that his safety will be protected.

The safety work is in place.

Fermat had to admit this.

In addition to a few of the top powerhouses who used to serve in the Pompeii family, there were also some powerful people who Fermat had never seen before, and I don't know who was protecting him in the dark.

Still, he felt uneasy.

He always felt like it was a trap.

Winnington was going to kill him.

This is Fermat's keen political sense and sense of crisis that he has acquired after so many years of open and secret fighting.

For this reason, he was already preparing to escape and secretly sneak back to the Central Royal City.

Because the dark line in his country told him that Winnington was not in the Central Royal City at the moment.

This is a great opportunity!

Even, Fermat felt that Winnington had pushed him apart because he was afraid that he would do something he would never want to see during his departure from Central Kingtown.

It's a pity......

Ginger is still old and spicy, this old saying that has been handed down to this day always makes sense.

It's almost dawn at the moment.

By dawn, everyone's attention will be focused on the funeral that is about to begin.

At that time, Fermat will be able to escape from Emerald unnoticed.

By the time someone reacted, Fei Leng Jade should have fallen into a big mess.

At that time, even if you wanted to chase him, you couldn't go back.

Then, he can smoothly return to the Central Royal City, and everything is in his hands.

It's the perfect timing, the perfect calculation.

The thought that he could finally get the power he had coveted, the throne that was so close at hand, made him tremble with excitement.

How many years have it been dormant.

How many years of waiting.

Finally, it's my turn.

Fermat tried to take a deep breath and told himself not to be too complacent, that nothing had really come to pass and that he had calmed down.

It's just getting started.

The way back is the hardest part.

But now that the opportunity has come, he will never miss it again.

Pulling at the collar of his already straight shirt, Fermat was pleased with the way he looked in the mirror.

Well, this is the emperor of the future empire.

The first emperor of the Rodriguez family.

It's a wonderful name.

I took out my pocket watch and glanced at the time, it was already very close to dawn.

Five minutes.

He turned his head to look at a closed window.

The sun is coming out......

Wait a minute, what's that?

Fermat suddenly felt a little strange, as if something had just flashed behind him.

He quickly turned his head and looked around.

Nothing happened.

It's safe.

Delusion?

He turned his head back to look in the mirror.

Continuing to tug at his already flawless clothes, suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.

Neck......

He touched his neck with his hand.

The next moment, his neck, which was still intact, suddenly showed a deep cut.

Intense blood splattered out, staining the spotlessly polished mirror.

He wanted to call for help, he didn't want to die.

He's going to be emperor right away, he can't just stop.

"......" He tried his best to grab the mirror and keep himself from falling.

However, no sound could be made.

No, no......

"Giggle......"

"Poof—"

"Woo-" He fell to the ground with the mirror, making a noise.

It was the last voice he ever made in his life.

Finally alarmed the people outside who were still unaware.

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The first update.

It's time to eat.

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