Hydra Palace, the Queen's Office.

The office is not big, and the interior furnishings are a bit old. If the 'legal tomb robbers' of the History Branch of the Academy of Sciences come here, they will definitely recognize that many of the tables and chairs here are antiques from the era of the founding emperor of the Delen Empire.

At that time, the Delen Empire had basically just been transformed from a tribal alliance into an empire, and its national strength was weak and civilization was sinking...... Therefore, these tables and chairs are made of fine precious wood, but the craftsmanship can only be said to be that there are no wooden thorns to pierce the buttocks when sitting on them, and that's it.

So, the office looks a bit dilapidated.

But here, it is the real core of the entire Delun Empire, countless orders that make people's heads fall to the ground, countless orders that make people soar, countless orders that make the corpses of enemy countries all over the field and thousands of families cry, all originate from this small office.

Margrethe III sat behind a walnut desk, staring blankly at the people in the office.

Jo sat obediently on the chair against the wall next to the desk, holding a huge jug, and gulping lemonade to relieve his hangover.

In the office, a group of academicians and professors continued to stand there in a neat line without saying a word.

His Excellency Mendley, the dean of the School of Chemistry of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, who was thrown by Joe from the moat and almost broke his neck, covered his head with his hands and was still oozing blood, and stood at his desk angrily, looking at Margaret III sitting behind the desk.

Jo crossed his legs and looked at the six-foot-square oil painting hanging on the wall behind Margaret III.

The man in the portrait is wearing the emperor's crown robe, but his left and right hands are not the scepters and celestial spheres that the emperors and kings of the Medland continent often hold when they paint portraits, but a screwdriver in his left hand and a large wrench in his right hand.

A middle-aged man wearing a crown with a sunken thin face and a single monocle on his hooked nose. His eye sockets were deep, far deeper than those of Salian and Conrad.

But his eyes were so large that they almost filled his deeply sunken sockets.

The man's iron-gray eyes shimmered with wisdom and paranoia.

I don't know whose work this portrait is, but it must be a master, and he perfectly depicts the characteristics of the middle-aged man in the painting vividly and vividly.

This is a figure with great intelligence, but paranoid and even crazy in his own right.

From the amplitude of the corners of his mouth, the contours of his facial muscles, and his body language, Joe could feel that this guy was already in a state of madness, or on the verge of madness.

At the bottom of the oil painting, there is a line of smooth and small flower characters.

Joe's eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, and from a distance of more than forty feet, he could also see the content of this line of small print-'Wisdom, let me surpass the gods'!

Joe smacked his lips, how confident does this have to be, or rather, how arrogant does this have to be to say such a thing?

This one must be the previous emperor of the Delun Empire, Duolun.

A mad emperor who was obsessed with the study of primeval civilization, and burned down the entire treasury in order to create an 'primeval war puppet whose strength is comparable to that of a god', and even made the Delen Empire almost collapse.

Margaret III, who initiated the palace rebellion at the sixteenth birthday banquet, united with a group of super old Teutonic emperors, imprisoned Emperor Duolun, purged his henchmen, canonized himself himself, and directly ascended to the throne.

The story of this Duolun Emperor can't be told for seven days and seven nights.

The 'legal tomb robbers' of the Delun Empire like to sneak directly into the territory of neighboring countries and dig up the ancestral graves of other royal families and royal families without saying a word, and this bad habit also originated from Emperor Duolun.

He once personally took Hydra's secret guard, infiltrated the neighboring country, dug up the neighboring country's former capital, and even rose against the trend in the encirclement and interception of the million-strong army under the personal command of the emperor of the neighboring country, and killed the emperor of the neighboring country in battle, and captured the opponent's imperial capital......

A madman, a magical and terrifying being.

It's a pity that such a wonderful person died of illness not long after being imprisoned by Margaret III.

Jo picked up the jug, poured a few sips of cold lemonade, and burped pleasantly.

The strong body function has digested the alcohol in his body, and Joe has also regained some consciousness. He looked at Mendel, who was clutching his head, and muttered under his breath.

Why didn't you fall this old guy to death?

There's a problem, there's trouble, I'm coming at Joe.

What's the point of going after Leah?

Jo knew that Leah valued her work as a judge. However, according to imperial law, if Riya's degree and degree at the local judicial academy in Port Tulum were abolished, she would not be able to continue working in the court.

Moreover, this kind of thing will undoubtedly become a big stain on Liya.

For civilians, such a stain is nothing.

But for a nobleman, and a noble lady, this stain ...... Tsk, it is likely to make her infamous in aristocratic circles, and if she wants to marry someone in the future, it is rare to find a suitable and ideal partner.

Joe has learned a lot from Ferdinand these days.

He has already preliminarily understood some unspoken rules in the aristocratic circle, some reasonable and unreasonable things.

Therefore, Mendelle announced in public that they were going to revoke Leah's degree and academic qualifications......

Joe touched the killing of Heringle, the wine was still there, and his eyes were slightly red, and he secretly made up his mind - if they dared to do this, he would dare to order the army to surround the so-called academic committee.

How dare they implicate their families?

Well, Joe dares too!

They use the barrel of the pen, and Joe dares to use the barrel of the gun!

It's nothing more than being punished again...... However, the Delen Empire allowed meritorious service to be used to atone for the crime, and Joe happened to know an important piece of information from Laplachy that was of strategic value to the Deren Empire.

As long as the big killing weapon is sacrificed, even if Joe does the academic committee like this, no one can do anything to him.

Even, Joe felt that Margrethe III needed to consider the matter of promoting him to duke.

Merit this thing...... Hehe, sometimes, it's not that hard.

Joe smirked, and he burped again.

As a result, a group of academicians and senior professors were very resentful and glared at him fiercely.

Margrethe III, who was sitting behind her desk like an iceberg with an expressionless face, finally moved, she stretched out her hand, and gently tapped the desk in front of her, carrying ice slag, and the sound like a cold wind spread throughout the office.

"Distinguished gentlemen, as we all know, I have been in poor health all these years, so I have been living in a simple place to recuperate."

"When is it worth all the fuss you make?"

At this moment, Margaret III's hair was a little messy, her face was a little black, her eyes were a little red, the corners of her eyes were a little wrinkled, and her spirit was extremely sluggish, she really looked like a middle-aged woman who had been sick for many years and had difficulty even sitting there.

Well, at this moment, her appearance in front of everyone is an ordinary woman in her forties and nearly fifty.

It's just that the aura on her body is extremely powerful, her iron-gray eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless fierce light, and under the coercion of her gaze, the angry Mendel subconsciously took two steps back, and shivered fiercely.

"You have the brightest brains in Medland...... Each of your heads is a treasure of the Empire. Margrethe III looked at Mendrel and swept her gaze over the thick blood-soaked gauze that covered his head.

"You have made immortal contributions to the Empire, and you are the cornerstone of the Empire's strength...... Therefore, the empire has given you honor, wealth, status, and even, a certain amount of power. ”

"I believe that the return given to you by the Empire is worthy of your dedication to the Empire."

"So, I thought you shouldn't be standing in my office right now, but in your research room, in your classroom, and even ...... You can breed more and smarter brains for the empire in your own home, or in the home of your mistress, and this is also a contribution to the empire. ”

"Why, you're besieging Hydra Palace?"

"Why, your hearts are full of resentment?"

"Why do you use such despicable means against a young man who is carrying out my will and carrying out my orders?"

Mendrel didn't know where the courage came from, he took a sharp step forward, then pointed at Joe and said loudly: "Your Majesty, please forgive our offense, but...... He ......"

Margrethe III looked at Mendrel expressionlessly: "There is no doubt that the sword in his hand, you should have seen it...... Even if you haven't seen it in person, you must have seen a replica of it in the Royal Museum, and even its portraits and photographs. ”

"The killing of Heringle, the Empire's artifact of the Empire, the artifact of the Empire's Empire."

"I have entrusted the killing of Heringle to Joe for the time being, and he will eradicate the inside of the Empire, full of hostility and malice towards the Empire, full of ambition and delusion, and intent on disadvantageous ...... Conspirators. ”

"The people who have just been arrested, they are what I call conspirators."

"Questions?"

Margrethe III pursed her lips, her lips slightly pale, and her thin lips pursed into a line, like a thin blade, full of sharp, sharp intent.

Mendelle put down his hand covering the wound, he clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Those who were arrested, they ......"

Margrethe III said coldly: "Many people are your teachers, your classmates, your friends, and even some of them are your in-laws...... Their social connections, all their personal data, are on the desk of the Ministry of Supervision. ”

"They have been arrested, you come to hold grievances for them, you come to administer justice for them!"

Margrethe III stood up slowly, her eyes instantly turned red, and with a hint of hideousness, she stared at Mendel standing in front of her: "You guys, do you want to challenge the imperial power?" ”

Mendelle and the academicians and professors behind him took several steps back in shock at the same time.

"We need to talk about it." Margrethe III pursed her lips and sneered, she waved her hand and said coldly, "Joe, you can go...... Find Salian, bring a few more Hydra guards, and bring more court knights with you. ”

"Can you believe it? His Excellency Mendelier, as well as his colleagues, the students they have cultivated over the years, actually have signs of overthrowing imperial power...... Ha! ”

"I need to talk to these clever brains."

Joe stood up, carrying a jug of water in one hand and the killing of Haringel in the other, bowed deeply to Margrethe III with a smile, and then walked out of the office that was shrouded in Margaret III's aura and made Joe feel creepy.