Some distance from the palace, Garcia sat in her own shuttle, a familiar feeling of weakness slowly rising from her limbs, and she could barely hold the teacup in her hand.

"Marshal." Bai Ze flew around worriedly, carefully scanning Garcia's physical condition.

However, it could only detect that Garcia's body was in a state of increasing weakness, and could not detect any reason at all.

The shuttle accelerated with all its strength and stopped in the underground garage of the scientific research institute as fast as possible, Bai Ze had already sent out the news, and several researchers in white coats were waiting there.

Garcia nearly fell off the shuttle, and before she stumbled to the ground, the researchers immediately helped her, and the robot pushed a bed directly for her to lie down, and then ran to the top floor as fast as she could.

On the top floor of the institute is the studio of Dean Ion, where large piles of complex and expensive instruments are piled up on the wall, and various drawings are displayed on the screen, with a large number of annotations next to them.

The studio is monitored on all sides, and there are no dead spots in the whole room. Ion himself was very leisurely, sitting in a chair reading with a glass of hot milk, his long black hair tied up, and he was an elegant gentleman.

Garcia was already in a coma when he was pushed to the studio, and the researchers followed behind, looking serious.

"My lord, the marshal is unconscious."

"Oh." Ion stood up unhurriedly, put down the milk, and circled Garcia with interest, his eyes behind the lenses revealing a look of madness, but it was quickly concealed.

"Did you send it from the military department?" He instructed the robot to place Garcia on the workbench and put on his gloves.

"No, it seems that the marshal came alone."

Ion paused for a moment, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth, "It seems that the marshal went to see His Majesty alone today." ”

His voice is always like a spring breeze, and the researchers can't help but nod along with his words, ignoring the hint of weirdness.

The researchers withdrew, and Ion routinely began to check Garcia one by one, and the screen began to dance with unexplained numbers, and he watched intently, and quickly recorded something.

At the same time, Alder came to the scientific research institute in a "low-key" shuttle, and the researchers who came to greet him after receiving the notice almost dropped their jaws when they saw the real person.

The empire of Ald and Michael is almost universally known, with fanfiction of all kinds flooding the Internet, and several versions are deeply rooted in the hearts of the authors due to their pen power, and everyone feels that the two have disliked each other since childhood, and have been engaged in a secret struggle for the throne for decades.

How could this person, who had disappeared from the empire for many years, suddenly appear?!

Elder ignored the speculation of others, and was wearing a freshly changed outfit with a righteous and awe-inspiring look.

"Dare to ask, uh, why did Your Highness come here?" The scientific researchers, who have always claimed to be at the top of the empire's IQ pyramid, stumbled twice, for fear that Alder would ask them to hand over all their weapons and usurp the throne in the next second.

"Just hang out." Elder smiled, "On behalf of the army, I would like to express my condolences to the top leader of the military department. ”

The scientist's eyes were slightly weak, but he still made a "please" gesture and took Alder in.

In the studio, Garcia struggled to open her eyes, her head white as she blinked, her gaze focused.

Ion stood aside and looked at her with a smile, "Long time no see, Ash. ”

Garcia sat up with her hands propped up, the weakness in her limbs had subsided, she breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for two seconds: "Thank you." ”

"So as a thank you, how about letting me study it before I die?" Ion made no secret of his thoughts.

Garcia sneered, "If I say yes, I'll probably be splattered with blood on the spot right away." ”

Her voice was still a little hoarse, and she subconsciously glanced up behind her.

The walls there could be converted into clear glass, and her lieutenant would be there for every treatment in the past, lest that madman like Ion actually take the opportunity to do anything to her.

This time, however, Elder, who was sitting behind the glass, waved at her with a deep look in his eyes.

The two men looked at each other from a distance through the glass window, and Garcia turned away with a nonchalant expression.

At dinner, Micaliaira and Ald sat at the same table for the first time in a long time.

"How?" Micaliera gently fiddled with the omelette on the plate with her knife and fork.

"Obviously not very good." Alder shook his head, "The treatment was already over when I went, but I just saw Ion holding a scalpel and gesturing at her and was stopped by Bai Ze. Probably nothing will happen if I don't go. ”

He glanced at his sister, "You don't know anything after you have been on the throne for fifty years?" ”

Michael scoffed, "You think I'm willing? ”

For five years after Michelela's accession to the throne, her father had been in real power, and the little empress could hardly do anything except to appear in public as a decoration. Garcia took ten years to slowly become marshal, and even with her support, Parliament and the Senate remained on the sidelines of the empress.

No matter how powerful the military is, it still seems that the politicians who are not slippery are more than willing to do it.

Later, the emperor suddenly disappeared, and the power in the hands of the "emperor" was like scattered sand, and Michael managed to control the situation with great difficulty, but he still acted as if he was walking in the mud.

It wasn't until the Rajo Star Rebellion, which implicated a group of nobles who enslaved the people, that Micaliaela had reason to reprimand some of the parliamentarians and began to install his own men in the parliament.

Garcia...... Maybe I should start with Igsercha. "There's something strange down there in Sand City. ”

"What?" Micaliera leaned over, and Eld said something, her brow furrowed.