A wave of anger rushed from his heart to his head.

Joe's pupils glowed crimson, and he glared fiercely at the typewriter whose mechanical keys were beating wildly.

The typewriter, which was beating up and down with great joy, suddenly stiffened, like a toad targeted by a python, and its whole body stiffened and was silent.

The words on Joe's skin vanished, and the sharp pain subsided.

Vigrar, who was standing at his desk, whispered, "Oh? It seems that the imperial capital is ready. ”

Hesse nodded heavily.

When something strange appeared on Joe's body just now, he couldn't help but release his breath to shock the 'split' of the fanatical typewriter in front of him.

But unexpectedly, this guy suddenly stopped doing things.

In this way, the imperial capital is ready.

In the imperial capital of Hyderabad, in the claustrophobic hall, the fanatical typewriter entrenched on the desk was still pressing its own buttons, and the air above it was constantly emerging with blood-colored words.

"Duke's blood, duke's blood...... If you want me to work, you ......"

It had received enough Holy Blood, but when Margrethe III came in person, it was clear that something very important had happened in the Delenian Empire. This treacherous forbidden thing suddenly instinctively wanted to extort another money.

The freshly released blood of a noble duke, a delicacy it had never tasted before.

But the crimson divine light in Qiao's pupils lit up, and through the endless void, through the distorted and chaotic chaotic time and space, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened, staring at the body of the fanatical typewriter located in the imperial capital.

Suddenly, the keys of the Fever Typewriter stopped suddenly, and the screeching of the room died down, and it took a few moments for the keys of the Fever Typewriter to move slightly.

The blood-colored handwriting appeared, but the content surprised Margrethe III.

"Well, you can't be too greedy, and with the holy blood of the gods, I'm satisfied." The buttons of the Fever Typewriter continued to beat: "So, let's get started...... Your Majesty, humble and insignificant, I am glad to serve you! ”

"Next time, next time, when you need the humble and insignificant me to serve you, let me feast on the blood of a noble duke...... Whether it's an empire, a kingdom, or a principality, as long as it's the blood of a duke, I'll be satisfied. ”

Margrethe III's eyes widened, and she pointed to the fanatical typewriter in amazement: "It's really strange, you would take the initiative to give up the conditions offered?" Very good, I will definitely meet your request next time. ”

Margrethe III looked at the two tall men standing at the desk.

He has gray hair, gray eyes, and a three-dimensional face, and is nearly seven feet tall. The man standing to the left of the desk is wearing a plain black suit with large lapels, double-breasted, and a long black cape; The man standing to the right of the desk is wearing a dark blue navy tuxedo and a short dark gray cape.

The man on the left of the desk, Salian von Hyderaberg, the eldest grandson of Margrethe III, Prince of the Everglades of the Deren Empire, Duke of the Black Forest, and Governor of the Sahir Islands, an overseas territory. He is currently the Honorary President of the Imperial Royal Academy of Sciences, and the Honorary President of the First and Second Universities of the Imperial Capital.

And the top brass of the empire all knew that Prince Salian had the allegiance of the Imperial Army and almost more than eighty percent of the Teutonic nobles, and the Imperial Supervision Department was Prince Salian's own land.

The man to the right of the desk, Konrad von Hyderaberg, the second grandson of Margrethe III. He was named Prince of Sauron in the Delenn Empire, his only imperial title.

Conrad's only real position is the honorary president of the Fourth University of the Imperial Capital, but he is the spokesperson of the navy, and the development of the imperial navy over the years is inseparable from his efforts. He had a good relationship with the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and within the Empire, some Teutonic military aristocrats who had lost power within the army system were very supportive of him.

In recent years, the Imperial Army has grown steadily, while the Navy has made great strides.

Both the army and the navy are gold-swallowing monsters, but the empire's military spending is limited, so the army and navy have fierce friction and fighting in all aspects.

Salian and Conrad, as the spokesmen of the interests of the army and navy respectively, obviously have no better relationship.

Prime Minister Hamden and the courtiers behind him quickly swept their eyes over the two princes.

War Chancellor Schwein took a step to the left, and he was getting closer to Prince Salian; On the other hand, Lord of the Admiralty Gust took two steps to the right, and he was closer to Prince Conrad.

Behind Hamden, the Inspector General of the Imperial Inspectorate, the Foreign Secretary of the Imperial Foreign Office, and several other courtiers stood still. Wenchen, compared to these martial artists, is always more stable and calculating, and they will never show their attitude in public.

Margaret III laughed a few times, she pointed to Salian and Conrad, and said indifferently: "Salian is doing well, Conrad, learn from your brother, don't be so impulsive...... How did you come up with the idea of kidnapping those hapless midshipmen? ”

"There are ready-made resources in the secret prisons of the Empire, and you have to learn to use these resources, instead of being arbitrary and impulsive, and doing things like a country barbarian who has not read."

Margrethe III's reprimand was very unkind.

Salian smiled and bowed slightly to Margrethe III.

And the reprimanded Conrad, handsome, who seemed to be in his early thirties, suddenly turned red, and his gray eyes couldn't help but carry a layer of anger.

"I'm just in a hurry to start the fanatical typewriter, I ......" Conrad stepped forward, trying to justify himself.

Margrethe III walked to the desk, reached out and patted Conrad's face gently: "Okay, okay, I know that you have been anxious since you were a child, this is not good, in the future, learn to change." In your position, you have to learn steadily...... It's just a couple of probationary priests, not too much of a problem, but it's always going to wipe your ass, isn't it? ”

Conrad closed his mouth with a red face, and he turned his head to glare at Salian fiercely.

Salian, who was over forty years old but still looked like a young man of thirty, smiled and nodded to his brother as a sign of concern and comfort.

"Well, dear Mr. Zeal, send a letter to the port of Tulum and ask for details of the bloody case in Mid-Autumn. Let the Duke of Ross be the first presenter. With her hands behind her back, Margaret looked down slightly at the feverish typewriter on the desk in front of her, and cautiously kept a certain distance from it.

Standing in Margaret's position, you can see drops of blood shining with a faint white light rolling around on the metal keyboard of the fanatical typewriter like happy little mice.

These drops of blood soaked the entire Frenzy Typewriter, and each drop of blood moistened the complex and delicate mechanical structure inside the Frenzy Typewriter. Occasionally, a gray, ominous aura flickers can be seen in these mechanisms.

The mechanical buttons of the fanatical typewriter clicked and clicked.

In the port of Tulum, beneath Vigrar's official residence, in the claustrophobic quarters, the frenetic typewriter on the desk also moved.

The mechanical buttons clicked, and a blood-colored text appeared in the air above the typewriter.

'Aha, dear Duke of Rose, beautiful little girl, old lady of the Delenn Empire, let you be the first to make a statement...... Can you ask what your measurements are?

Duke Rose's face suddenly darkened: "This is not what Her Majesty would say, this damn forbidden thing, if it were possible, I would really like to slash it with a sword." ”

Duke Ross glanced at Vigrar: "Your Excellency the Inspector General, this strange thing won't tamper with my words, will it?" ”

Vigrar shook his head solemnly: "Its body is in the claustrophobic temple, sealed and suppressed by the power of Black Ringer, it can be oily and smooth, but it must be real. It's a curse, it's a contract, and it can't tamper with your words unless you escape the claustrophobic temple. ”

Duke Rose nodded, and she took two steps forward and stood at her desk.

"Your Majesty, I have not seen you for two years, and I wish you good health and success. Everything I know about the Tulun Harbor Mid-Autumn Massacre and the subsequent events is as follows. ”

In the claustrophobic temple of the imperial capital of Hyderabad, the mechanical buttons of the fanatical typewriter beat wildly, and large swaths of blood-colored handwriting continued to emerge from above it.

Holding a notebook in their left hand and a special water-filled fountain pen in their right hand, the six court clerks stood behind them and carried the pen like a fly, quickly recording the words output by the fanatical typewriter.

The Duke of Ross elaborated on the whole process of her receiving the news of the attack on the port of Tulum and immediately mobilizing the fleet and the garrison of Casica to take over the port of Tulum.

She elaborated on the work process of the special investigation team, explained how the results of the investigation of the Mid-Autumn bloody case came out, and what was conclusive and what was obscure.

In this exposition, the Duke of Ross inevitably mentioned Joe's name again and again.

After all, during the investigation of the Mid-Autumn Bloodbath, Joe did play a role that no one else could replace - the raider of the Highland Kingdom, the heresy of the Corrupted Spirit, and even His Excellency Yanan, who fished in troubled waters, these people were all dug up by Joe.

And the navy survey data was retrieved by Joe.

The girls who were taken captive were also rescued by Joe.

Even Fu Deer, who was hidden within the Kaban family and colluded with heresy, was dug up by Joe.

What's more, in the Sea Urchin Bay incident, in the face of the powerful Rafa, in the bad situation where Duke Ross was seriously injured, it was also Joe who rose up and gave Rafa a blow to the head with a field cannon before leaving him behind.

Duke Ross did not add any oil and vinegar, but described in a real, detailed and detailed manner all the details of the Mid-Autumn Bloody Case that she participated in, experienced, and knew.

By the time the Duke of Ross had finished speaking, the frenetic typewriter in the claustrophobic place was moving again.

"Well, then, the old lady said, let the little Siac, who is obscene-looking and lewd, and not a good man at first glance, make a statement...... Ah, do you believe in divination and physiognomy? My personal opinion, this little guy is dead this time! ”

Marquis Seeak took a deep breath, he glanced at Lilith standing behind him, and then took two steps forward and stood where Duke Ross was just now.