Imperial capital, Hydrerabad, claustrophobic temple.

Margrethe III didn't look back, and stretched out a hand to Hamden, who had just been put away from sweat.

Hamden, who had been sitting in the position of Prime Minister of the Empire for nearly twenty years, immediately silently took out a small scroll of paper from his sleeve and gently and skillfully handed it into the hand of Margrethe III.

Margrethe III retracted her hand, gently unfolded the scroll, and swept the fine text on it in ten lines at a glance.

White and flexible, the white paper made with a special formula has a wax-like luster, and on the square of the paper scroll, there is a pitch-black hydra sword and shield coat of arms, which is the mark of the Delen Imperial Intelligence Headquarters.

On the scroll of paper, the information of the Rittal family was recorded in detail.

From Hesse to Leah, from Gorkin, Tifa, Joe to Weima, the family's information is neatly presented on the scroll of paper.

On the scroll, Hesse was originally a native of a remote province in the northern part of the empire, who joined the army at a young age, and because of his irascible personality and ruthless methods, he killed nearly 100 captives who had surrendered on the battlefield in violation of regulations, was expelled from the army, and was deprived of all the honors he had received in the army, including an Imperial Thorn Medal of the Third Class.

Because he was fired for violating military regulations, Hesse's most basic retirement allowance and the living allowance for retired soldiers that continued to be paid later were all cancelled. When Hesse returned home empty, he had no means of livelihood, so he dragged his family to the port of Tulum to earn a living.

On the way to the port of Tulum, Hesse seems to have had an affair with some bandit group, and some of the family elders around him seem to have a bit of an unclean background.

With the help of the power of those old people in the family, a group of ruthless and ruthless embryokillers barely laid a small foundation in Tulun Port.

In the first few years, in the face of the powerful indigenous forces of Tulum Port, the Vetots had a foothold, but only a foothold.

Ten years ago, the assassination of Duke Ross's husband and two minor sons shook the island of Casica, and the mountain people of Gasica colluded with the indigenous families of Tulum to overthrow the empire's rule in Tulum and Casica.

Hesse made a desperate attempt to help the Duke of Ross find out the movements of the indigenous families of Port Tulum, and even colluded with some small families on the island of Casica to find out the plan of action of the mountain people of Casica.

The Duke of Ross took advantage of the situation, and a frenzied slaughter almost cut off the thorns in the mountain people of Casica, and frightened the native families of Tulum Harbor, and they became sheep.

Hesse's adventure was rewarded handsomely, and the Rittal family was protected by the Duke of Rus' and received a symbolic annual profit of half of the Rittal family's profits. And the Rose Chamber of Commerce of the Rittal family, under the strong protection of Duke Ross, swelled rapidly like a monster.

Hesse, under the sponsorship of the Duke of Rus, donated a large amount of condolences to the garrison of Casica, so that he was successfully promoted to the aristocratic class with money, and got the word 'Rong' in his name, which was equivalent to the imperial baron.

Ten years of development, especially after this mid-autumn bloody case, the Vetto family has become a well-deserved first family in Tulun Port.

"This Hesse, it's kind of interesting." Margrethe III nodded slowly: "Imperial military background? Very good...... Such a person, even if his personality is a little flawed, is much better than those stinky, dirty, and sheep-smelling island monkeys. ”

"Hmm, Leah? Ordinary housewife? However, he has repeatedly called on his girlfriend's family to donate money and condolences to the Tulum port garrison? ”

"Very well, this Leah, much better than her husband."

"Gorkin...... Fighting on the front lines of the Rann Corridor? Already a lieutenant colonel in the empire? Already taking swamp saber-toothed wolf potions? It's a pity...... No, with the Wall Chapter, maybe this is his chance. ”

Tifa...... Ah, nice little girl, I like this little girl. A genius girl with a superhuman IQ? Ho ho ho ......ho Well, the youngest probationary judge in the Empire? Counting this time, she is now a full judge, right? Very good, Minister of Justice, pay attention to this little girl, she is a talent, you must dare to promote, and promote exceptionally! ”

Among the important ministers of the empire, an old man with a serious face nodded slowly, without saying a word, but remembered the name of Tifa, the eldest daughter of the Wittu family in Tulun Port, in the bottom of his heart.

Joe ...... Lucky guy, in the investigation of the Mid-Autumn Bloodbath, many times to establish credit? I think it's good luck, but it's good luck for the little guy to survive the street shelling? Mata, my dear, if you want to talk about luck, he's only a little bit worse than you. ”

Mata XIII smiled reservedly and a little awkwardly, and rolled his eyes a little helplessly.

"However, this Joe's IQ ...... When he was seven years old, he only scored forty-nine points on the IQ test? Ah, isn't that a retarded mind? Margrethe III sneered softly: "With such an IQ, can you become an outstanding graduate representative of the Port Tulun Judicial Academy?" ”

Among the important ministers, several ministers lowered their heads, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from the back of their necks.

"There's no doubt that there's something irregular...... However, for the sake of his contribution to the Empire...... Oh no, hell, why would I help a mentally retarded little fat guy cheat? ”

"Written application to the dean of the Tulun Port Judicial Academy, only this once, not the next one." Margrethe III muttered, "It's just that he dared to clash with the priests of St. Hilde's Cathedral on the street?" ”

"Well, mentally handicapped children are dead-eyed, the gods have set an example, such children don't bother much, they are more loyal, more reliable......"

"Ross and Vigrar sponsored him at the same time to award him the Imperial First Class Thorn Meritorious Service Medal?"

"Ross may come as a fool, but Vigrar is a little guy who is very conscientious and reliable."

"Therefore, the exploits of this little fat man should be real." Margrethe III raised her head and glanced at Conrad, who was standing at the desk: "Conrad, dear, this little guy has received the First Class Thorn Merit Medal, what do you think?" ”

Conrad's face darkened - the main credit why Joe was able to get the first-class Thorn Meritorious Service Medal was to recapture that copy of the navy's survey data?

Joe stepped on the heads of the entire Navy and reached for the medal.

Conrad gritted his teeth and said nothing with a gloomy face, not wanting to answer his grandmother's wicked question.

Salian on the side smiled and said, "Your Majesty, as you said, Vigrar is dutiful and reliable. This little guy named Joe, his performance in this Mid-Autumn Bloody Investigation is worthy of this first-class Thorn Meritorious Service Medal. ”

Margrethe III smiled slightly, and with a push of her right hand back, Hamm stepped forward and withdrew the scroll.

Margrethe III said softly: "The last Weima, the little girl doesn't need much attention for the time being...... Hamden, now the Wittu family, is the port of Tulum in the actual sense...... Leader family. In this way, at least nominally, the Empire has truly and thoroughly mastered the port of Tulum. ”

He exhaled heavily: "Hamden, inform the House of Lords to give Hesse a promotion to a knighthood, and a new medal and ribbon." Well, because of his exploits, and his current status and influence, the Count of the Empire? I think so. ”

Hamden bowed silently.

"Then, pay more attention to the Rittal family, I hope that the Rittal family will always be loyal and serve the empire with all their heart."

As Margrethe III reviewed the materials on the scrolls, evaluated them, and issued orders, the feverish typewriter was already 'clicking' wildly, and lines of blood-colored handwriting continued to emerge from it, silently suspended in the air.

Margrethe III squinted, put her hands behind her back, and quietly looked at the blood-colored handwriting that kept coming out.

"Fun, fun, so funny. Mata, my dear, do you think this little guy is lucky or bad? Those bastards in the Mid-Autumn Bloody Case were actually hit by him. ”

Mata XIII smiled, then he thought for a moment, and said with an unhurried smile: "Luck is also part of strength. If his luck in the future can be so good, then it is worth cultivating vigorously. ”

Margrethe III turned her head and rolled her eyes at Mata XIII.

Margaret III, who is over ninety years old, inexplicably exudes a girlish style at this moment.

Mata XIII laughed a few times, tiptoed, and almost whistled.

In the claustrophobic room, Joe stood in front of the old and dilapidated desk with his head held high, facing the strange typewriter, and recounted in detail what he had seen and heard from the beginning of the investigation of the Mid-Autumn Massacre, and all his personal experiences, except those related to 'Crimson' and 'La Prahi'.

Of course, Joe was not a big-hearted virgin, and he could not help but add a little oil and vinegar to his statement.

"Therefore, your honorable majesty, the Marquis of Syac's abuse of power and wanton plundering and appropriation of civil property is undoubtedly shameless and despicable, and is not in keeping with the status and decency of the nobility."

"In particular, he attacked me with a heavy hand in front of so many people, and I can even suspect that he has ulterior ties to some of the parties responsible for the Zhongqiu bloodbath."

Siac's face twisted as he stood aside, and he looked up angrily, staring at Joe with triangular eyes almost round.

Just now, when Sijak was stating, Margrethe III did not reply, not a word...... The more this happened, the more frightened Siak became.

He has been in the service of the Empire for decades, and he knows well the power and domineering of Margrethe III, and the horror of this old grandmother.

Margrethe III did not reply to his statement, as if an invisible knife hung over his head, ready to fall and cut him in two.

Seaak's heart was already up and down, anxious and tormented to the extreme.

Joe was still adding fuel to the well, and Seeak's heart suddenly flashed through countless fierce thoughts, which happened to be connected with some of his bad thoughts last night.

On the typewriter, a line of blood-colored handwriting floated out: "Is that so?" The old lady was a little angry...... Damn fatty, go on, how did you finish that ...... That goddamn stick boss? ”