Joe was running on the wall of his bedroom while Hyderabor, the imperial capital of the Delenian Empire.

Originating from the northern mountains of the Rhine Corridor, the Ranin River was originally less than half a mile wide, but after absorbing dozens of large and small tributaries along the way, it has become a huge river with a width of dozens of miles in the heart of the empire.

In the central region of the empire, in the vast plains, there was a sudden depression.

The mighty Orchid River plunged into this depression area the size of more than a dozen provinces, forming the core of the Delen Empire.

Hydrderabad, just west of the Everglades, on the north bank of the Rhine River.

This is a large plain with abundant water and soil, after the careful construction of generations of Emperor Delen, a piece of buildings are arranged in a neat and orderly manner on the great plain, and the weather of Hyderabad is quite majestic against the background of the mist floating out of the swamp.

With the earliest established Hydra Castle, also known as the Hydra Palace complex, as the core, to the west of Hydreraku, surrounded by rivers and green trees, is the area of the university town of the imperial capital of the Delen Empire.

Outside the back door of the First University of the Imperial Capital of the Delun Empire, the famous food street is bustling and lively. It is the most leisure time of the day, because of the high subsidies of the empire, and the college students who are not short of money in their pockets are squandering their abundant energy on the food street.

In the middle of the food street, in the best part of the entire food street, in the old grandmother's tavern that covers an area of half an acre, a traditional drama is being staged.

In the brightly lit tavern, a group of students from the Department of Physics of the First University of the Imperial Capital were fighting with a group of students from the Music Department of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital next door.

"You shameful little white faces!" Physics students scolded like this.

"You useless nerds!" The music students were so rhetorical.

Wine glasses flew in the air, drinks sprayed overhead, countless people in the tavern cheered and roared, a group of students from the metallurgical department of the second university, and a group of students from the epidemic prevention department of the third university stood on the wine table, clapping wildly, stomping their feet, cheering for this group of guys.

At the door of the tavern, there were already two patrolmen in black uniforms.

They stood in the doorway and looked inside the door, snickering.

The empire treats this group of elite talents with high IQ very preferentially. These guys drink heavily, get into fights, and get into trouble in all sorts of ways. But as long as they don't make a big mess, as long as they don't kill people, let them go!

Young people, this is exactly what they should be so passionate!

A gray-haired, coarse cloth dress, and a kind old lady with a kind eyebrow holding an account book in her left hand and a fountain pen in her right hand stood behind the reveling students, chattering and recording.

"A tinplate wine glass...... Two...... Three ......"

"A table leg...... Two ...... Three ......"

"Oh, a plate...... Two...... Three ......"

"Damn...... Be careful...... old lady suddenly cried out, "Look at the good you have done! ”

A seat flew out of the crowd and smashed against a barrel against the tavern's wall, and a wooden barrel full of fresh beer was smashed, and the black-brown beer mixed with a large amount of white foam spewed out and spilled all over the room.

The old lady shook her head and raised her hands high: "All right, little ones, you have to settle this account!" ”

A student standing in front of the old lady who was watching the excitement turned around and squeezed his eyes at the old lady: "Don't worry, old grandmother, they have enough money to compensate for the subsidy just issued yesterday!" ”

The old lady rolled her eyes and laughed a few times: "Okay, then, let's go on......"

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man in an inconspicuous black uniform and a small black round hat emerged from the crowd and whispered a few words in the old lady's ear.

The old lady's smile froze, and she rolled her eyes again.

Soon, the old lady shoved the ledger and pen in her hand to a tavern waitress behind her, and she made her way through the chaotic crowd into the tavern counter and into the kitchen behind the counter.

An ordinary-looking four-wheeled carriage drove out of the food street quickly.

The horse-drawn carriage crosses the campus of the First University of the Imperial Capital, passes through the lavish residential area built for the professors of the First University on the east side of the campus, crosses a small wooded area, crosses two stone bridges, and then drives directly into the Hydra Palace.

Passing through the triple guarded palace gates and bypassing a dozen tall and magnificent palaces, the carriage finally stopped in front of an unassuming palace surrounded by gray thorn flowers and made of granite.

The gray-haired, coarse cloth skirt of the old lady walked down from the carriage with a drooping face, the air around her suddenly became messy, invisible winds danced wildly in the void, and large areas of gray thorn flowers in full bloom suddenly swayed with the wind, setting off waves like waves.

The old lady's hair changed rapidly from flower white to an iron-like dark gray, and her pale green eyes also turned into a deep iron gray in an instant.

There was a crisp 'click' sound in her body, and the old lady, who was originally about five feet ten inches tall and had a slightly rickety waist, suddenly became a tall woman with a straight waist and a height of nearly six feet six inches.

Her wrinkled face also became tender and full, and she completely changed to the appearance of a beautiful woman in her thirties.

It's just that unlike the flower-like beauty of Duke Rose, this 'old lady''s beautiful face has sharp lines, and even has a fierce and hideous aura that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Impatiently, she patted the coarse cloth dress that had become much shorter with her hand, and the 'old lady' strode into the palace in front of her with her head held high.

In the palace, in the spacious and long corridor, a court knight dressed in a traditional knight's uniform saw the 'old lady', knelt down on one knee, bowed his head deeply, and clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it on his heart.

The 'old lady' walked briskly with her head held high and a gust of wind.

Everywhere she passed, the bright gas lights in the corridor suddenly dimmed, and distorted black shadows inexplicably appeared on the walls. There was a strange 'hissing' sound in the air, and the court knights who knelt on the ground and saluted along the way were trembling under the suppression of an invisible pressure in the void, and cold sweat continued to ooze from their foreheads.

The 'old lady' walked to the end of the corridor, and the two court knights standing in front of the door, wearing full armor, turned around and pushed the door open behind them, and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty has arrived!" ”

'Old lady', Margrethe III, the current Empress of the Delenn Empire, waved her hand impatiently, stood at the door and shouted: "Your Royal Highness, Your Excellency, Your Excellency, and all your capable and shrewd ministers, brave and warlike generals, is there anything that you cannot solve but must trouble me, an old woman?" ”

"Aha, didn't I make it clear? Unless the grey cattle of Lucia invade again, or the Empire loses more than five provinces at once, don't bother me! Don't bother me! ”

Margaret III grimaced and squinted, and behind her there was a large area of darkness rolling like a tide, and powerful pressures swept in waves like a tsunami.

Behind the gate, the air in the huge hall was surging wildly, the wind howled and blew the curtains and curtains on the walls, the tables and chairs 'clicked' and vibrate, and the legs of the tables and chairs hit the ground with a dull sound.

More than a dozen men standing in the hall bowed to Margaret.

An old man who was thin and thin, tall as a bean sprout, struggled to withstand the pressure and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, maybe the matter is much more serious than the loss of our five provinces. ”

With a 'whew', the black fog behind Margaret III disappeared, and all the visions in the hall disappeared with it.

She clapped her hands and walked past the group of Imperial ministers in the hall with a blank face, and walked straight to a lounge behind the curtain.

Just a few minutes later, Margrethe III, who had changed into a blood-colored dress and a long sword hanging from her waist, walked out again, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and she squinted at the dozen or so henchmen in front of her.

"What's going on?" Margrethe III's voice was unusually cold: "War? Pestilence? Or is it some other act of God? ”

"Could it really be that the grey cattle of Lucia have forgotten the lesson of ten years ago, and they want to go to war with us again?"

"Or maybe the fur seals of St. Sia have suddenly become emboldened, and they have landed in the port of Tulum to fight us to the death on land?"

The thin old man coughed dryly: "No, Your Majesty, maybe it's more troublesome." Here, there is an investigation report on the mid-autumn bloodshed in Tulun Port, as well as some subsequent analysis of the situation, please take a look at it first. ”

A court clerk came to Margrethe III with a briefcase and a stiff step, carefully took out a few documents, and handed them to Margrethe III.

"Mid-Autumn Bloodbath?" Margrethe III raised an eyebrow: "Mid-autumn bloodshed in Tulun Port? Ah, my dear, did my little Ross have a letter? ”

Margaret turned and greeted the large curtain behind her.

A tall, nearly seven feet tall, looking to be in his early forties, wearing a general's uniform, with a straight waist and an unusually powerful man, strode out from behind the curtain.

"Duke Ross sent you a secret letter, and I wrote back to her in your name." The burly man, Margaret III's royal husband, Mata XIII, who had the title of Prince of the Empire, walked up to Margrethe III, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "When I replied, the Mid-Autumn Bloody Case was still completely under control. ”

Shaking his head, Mata XIII glanced at the dozen or so top figures of the empire in the hall, and said coldly: "However, then things became completely out of control...... Some people are a little too bold! ”

Margrethe III then took the documents from the clerk's hand.

She gently patted the document in her hand and said coldly, "Then, let me see what happened." ”