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Chapter 4

Isabel returned to Helgen Castle that night and insisted that the night guard wake Hans up from his sleep, saying that he had something important to report.

The guard told Hans's maid about this, and the servant knew that if she didn't wake her master, the masked girl would definitely break in, so she risked her life to wake up Hans from her sleep. Hans let out a long yawn and exaggerated stretch, forcing himself to cheer up, then put on a coat and went to the drawing-room.

Isabel had been waiting in the living room for a long time, and Hans knew that she must have something important to report, so he asked her to sit down and talk, "Please be seated." The two sat facing each other, and Hans could feel a pair of fierce eyes staring at him behind that cold mask, although he was a high-ranking figure in the Ninth Defense, it was inevitable that there would be a sense of fear in the face of a masked man who only heard his voice and did not see his face, especially in the middle of such a silent night. "It's so late, you must have something important to report to me. ”

"Yes. Isabel replied in a deep voice.

"Looks like you're not in a good mood. ”

"I'm not qualified to sit and talk to you, Lord Duke. ”

"Why?"

"I failed, I did not complete the task you assigned, the target has left the port ahead of schedule and fled to England. ”

"It's okay, I knew that the British wouldn't be so stupid, and I shouldn't have let you go. Hans, on the other hand, looked very indifferent, without a hint of surprise, as if everything had been expected by him.

"I've let you down. ”

"No, it's not your fault, and you don't blame yourself. If it's okay, I'll have to go to sleep. Then Hans got up and left the living room and went back to bed.

Isabel felt a little strange, since Goodlenka was a defector from the country, she was naturally unpunished, but she did not kill the defector, but allowed the defector to escape to England smoothly. Hans should have been outraged, then, but he seemed so ordinary? In order not to waste time and energy on Gudlenka's affairs, Isabel did not ask about it again, as if nothing had happened.

With Isabel appearing twice in the harbor and escaping from the eyes of the elite units of the British Royal Navy twice, it is inevitable that the British will hate her, and the British will not know her name, so they can only use the word "masked girl" instead.

In order to avoid startling the snake, the British Royal Navy did not express its position, and the British Military Investigation Department secretly sent people to Copenhagen to track down the masked girl. They often roam the streets of Copenhagen in the guise of small traders and hawkers.

Founded in 1770, the Royal Detective Department, an elite organization invisible on the European continent, and the Department of Military Medicine, founded in 1789, are known as "Britain's two major secret services".

The military medical department is often known for being horrific, bloody, killing, and targets only traitors and the elite of the enemy country. In contrast, the Military Exploration Department is more rigorous and secretive, and has a certain strategic and principled approach to everything, and is a department that mainly collects foreign intelligence and personnel information, and has made countless achievements for the consolidation of British maritime hegemony and overseas colonization.

Although the personnel of the Royal Military Investigation Department and the Military Medical Department secretly infiltrated Copenhagen, it is inevitable that for these new faces, it will not attract people's attention. Within a few days, the 9th National Defense Personnel who were secretly patrolling Copenhagen quickly sniffed out the clues. The news soon reached the ears of Duke Hans Orsin, and in order to avoid being alarmed, Hans secretly sent twenty experienced elites of the Ninth National Defense, among whom were his most admired Hert Burbis and Golia Larsen.

Hutt Burbis joined the Ninth National Defense at the age of 16 and has been an outstanding national elite for 20 years, carrying out a total of 65 missions, large and small, and completing all 65 missions.

Although Golia Larsson is a girl, she is naturally intelligent, and at the age of 9, she became a key talent cultivated by the Ninth Nation, and has been 16 years old, carrying out a total of 32 large and small tasks, and completing all 32 tasks. She joined the Ninth National Defense at the age of 9, not because she was intelligent, but because her father was the former supreme leader of the Ninth National Defense, but unfortunately her father died of tuberculosis twelve years ago, and after her father's death, she has been working silently in the Ninth National Defense.

In this way, Isabel is not alone, but has many colleagues to help. Since then, the two major secret services of the Ninth National Defense and the United Kingdom have entered a state of secret war.

As the war has caused huge losses to the Danish economy and people's livelihood, the slogan of the Danish people's desire for peace has become stronger and stronger. The power of the people was so strong that the Danish government had to negotiate peace with the British and sign an armistice. A month later, the British fleet was completely evacuated from Copenhagen and returned to England to pass.

Although the British ships were gone, their agents were still active in Copenhagen, and even the king of Denmark knew that in order to fight Britain more effectively, Denmark needed a stronger backer, so they wanted to form an alliance with France to fight Britain together.

For many days, Isabel has experienced the skies obscured by the smoke of war in Copenhagen and the suffering of the people under the smoke of war. She deeply understood a truth, that is, only when the country is strong and backed by a strong military force, the people will not be tortured and the country will prosper. The current situation would not have been so bad if there had been a king or general in Denmark who had half the courage of Napoleon.

At the beginning, Duke Hans Orsin, one of the leaders of the Ninth Defense, did not lead the country's elite to play much of a role, and he never thought of sending the Assassins of the Ninth Defense to London to assassinate those high-ranking British officials, so as to deter the British.

As a result, Isabel was very dissatisfied with his style of work, believing that Hans was a bureaucrat who only wanted to protect himself, was afraid of making small mistakes, and had no courage. Therefore, she decided that if she had something to ask for in the future, she would not look for Hans, but directly to the king. One night, she went to the king alone, fully armed, without prior consultation with Hans.

Today, King Christian VII is no longer in the spirits of his former spirits, and the defeat and economic downturn of a month ago have left him with the aura of the past. He was very haggard, his eyes were dull, his hair and beard were much whiter, and his hands with bruised muscles shook involuntarily, and he even walked a little slowly. Due to his malignant illness, his mouth occasionally emits a foul smell. Isabel was wearing a mask, but she could still easily smell the smell in her mouth from a few meters away. In this way, his health was already very bad, but fortunately he had his son ruling for him, otherwise he would not have even had a chance to know the news of Napoleon's coronation.

"You must have something very important to say when you came to me alone at such a late hour, didn't you?" asked the king. 【】

"I want to go to England and let the British know that there is something more terrible in the world than death, and only then will the British be afraid, and once they are afraid, they will prove that we are strong. Your Majesty's permission!" said Isabel.

The king then coughed violently, "I don't have the energy to mind those things now, you should go and talk to Hans." ”

"He wouldn't agree, he's so cautious and cares too much, he's just wasting a lot of opportunities. ”

"You're here to tell me about this so late?"

"Yes. ”

"Every time I say a word now, my chest is like a knife, and it's very uncomfortable, so you should ask Hans. ”

"Your Majesty, but ......"

"Okay, I have to go and rest, you can go back. ”

Christian VII, who was suffering from a serious illness, staggered to the bedroom with the help of his servant. Isabel suddenly felt helpless and helpless. It wasn't long before she was invited out by the king's servants.

When Isabel returns home, the first thing she does is take a comfortable hot bath to wash away the dust of the day. The steaming petal water relaxed her every nerve while also removing her pent-up mood. She rested the back of her head against the edge of the tub and looked up at the ceiling, repeating the king's haggard face over and over again in her mind. She knew that the king would soon die, and that the news of his death might come one day. No one knows if the new king will be retained after the new king ascends the throne, or will they be dispersed?

She stared at the ceiling and thought stupidly all night about the question of "continue to support the king, or support the prince?" It wasn't until the morning sun came that she got up and stepped out of the tub. She changed into a clean underwear, put on a dragon leather coat again, and went to Hales.

At this time, Hales was not resting, and he still had a large pipe in his mouth, and he was gulping out smoke rings. He saw that Isabel had come here suddenly, there must be something important, he took the last puff of his cigarette, put the ash into the ashtray, and asked, "I guess something happened again?"

Isabel looked a little stumped, "The king is seriously ill, and he can live for half a year at most. ”

"It's not a question of how long the king will live, but who you should champion next, right?"

"The prince is the king in the future, maybe I should be on the prince's side in advance. ”

"It's only a matter of time before a prince becomes king, and you can't be in too much of a hurry now. ”

"What should I do? Now that many of the ministers have begun to curry favor with Prince Frederick, they have not taken the sick king to heart, so it is evident that they only want to keep their position. ”

"Is that true of all ministers?"

"The vast majority. ”

"Did the prince take a stand?"

"The prince is not bad, he manages the affairs of his father's affairs, and occasionally visits his father's illness. ”

"What you're trying to do now is not to curry favor with the prince, but to get the prince's attention, you know?"

"Don't please the prince, but also attract the prince's attention?"

"Yes. You have the highest license issued by the king, and you are also an important person around the king, and I am afraid that you are the only one in the ninth defense who has such a high treatment. You have to remember that if the ministers continue to support the dying king, the prince will definitely seem lonely, and you should go to please the prince, share more worries for the prince, and the prince will only use you when he becomes the king. If the king has not passed away and the ministers have sided with the prince and ignored the dying king, then you should continue to support the king as a way to prove to the prince that you are not one of those ministers who only care about their own interests, status, and sycophants. Okay, I'll not tell you, I have to go and rest. ”

"Have a good dream!"

Isabel decided to try it according to Hales's method, and instead of resting at dawn, she took a pill refined by the Gohaia wizard on Poppy Island and risked being burned by the sun. Although the dragon leather coat wrapped around her whole body, blocking out the deadly sunlight, she felt a sudden sense of fear when she saw her shadow clearly cast on the ground, and the delicate face behind the metal mask began to react with allergies, which was really unbearable. But she insisted on going to the king, and she entered the palace with a badge that symbolized the highest permission, and her allergic reaction to the sun disappeared immediately. The cold image of her wearing a dragon skin coat and a mask on her face also made many nobles dare not look at her directly, and even unable to breathe. As she passed through certain rooms, staircases, or corridors, she was inevitably criticized, and she occasionally heard the remarks of ministers who had chosen to side with the prince rather than continue to support the terminally ill king.

She soon came to the king's retreat, and bowed politely to the king. It so happened that the prince was there, and she bowed to him again. Then she looked around and saw that the prince and a few servants were the only ones in the huge room who were caring for the seriously ill king, and none of the ministers who had been valued and cultivated by the king in the past were present.

Despite the future visits from the ministers, the king was in good spirits, perhaps because his son had come to take care of him himself, and Isabel's sudden arrival would have given him a great sense of security. At present, Isabel is the only person in the country who can blow up enemy ships and kill high-ranking officials of enemy countries by herself, and she can be regarded as a national treasure. Therefore, the king valued her very much, and asked his servants to bring her chairs so that she could sit and talk. The king knew that Isabel must have something important to do when she came here so early, so he asked, "Isabel, I'm glad you're here, you must have something important, right?"

Isabel took out a small bottle containing pills and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." There is a pill here that can relieve His Majesty's pain. ”

"What pills? Bring them to me. ”

She immediately gave the vial to the king, and then returned to her seat, "Your Majesty, just eat it with confidence. ”

The king stared at the golden pill in the bottle for a long time, as if he didn't believe it, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"This is a pill made from the blood and bones of five rare animals, as for which animals, I can't tell, I think this must be very good for His Majesty's body. ”

A few days ago, Duke Wesker found a psychic and performed a psychic operation on me, so that I could only live for two weeks to live for a month. ”

"Psychic surgery? Your Majesty, there is no psychic surgery in the world at all, those so-called psychics are just some scammers who rely on tricks to cheat money, Your Majesty must not believe it. ”

"The person Duke Wesker is looking for should not be wrong. The prince interjected.

"Your Highness, your subordinates are completely for the sake of His Majesty's body, please don't trust those psychics. ”

At this time, the guard outside the door said: "Duke Wesker has arrived." ”

The Duke then walked in, bowed to the King and the Prince, respectively, and glanced only at Isabel with contempt. As one of the king's most trusted people, the king naturally gave him a seat.

"May I ask how your Majesty is recovering?" asked the Duke.

"Much better, Chesson, thank you so much for your concern for me. The king said, "Today Isabel has brought a pill that it says will alleviate my condition. ”

"Your Majesty, do you dare to trust a man who doesn't even dare to show his face?" the Duke's tone was very pointed.

Isabel ignored it.

The prince smiled awkwardly, "Lord Duke, Isabel is also thinking about her father's body. ”

The Duke cleared his throat, "Your Majesty's personal physician said that Your Majesty can only live for two weeks, but since the psychic performed a psychic operation on Your Majesty, it has prolonged Your Majesty's life. Today, someone made another pill to defraud money under the banner of 'curing His Majesty', and the scammers are really everywhere. At the same time, he turned his gaze to Isabel with a strong focus, "Someone sent a pill to treat His Majesty's illness today, and maybe tomorrow someone will use an ordinary potion as a potion for immortality to give to His Majesty, so as to defraud His Majesty of more money." ”

In order to ease the tense atmosphere, the prince smiled, "Isabel, Lord Duke likes to joke, don't care. ”

"Your Majesty, I still adhere to the opinion of psychics, and I hope you don't trust some liars who don't even dare to show their faces. ”

Isabel stood up suddenly, "Lord Duke, you believe the psychic so much?"

"Do you want me to believe you?"

"Can I meet the psychic you recommend?"

"Can you see the psychic if you want to? I would like to ask you, can your medicine prolong the life of His Majesty?"

"I can guarantee that if Your Majesty takes my medicine, he will be able to spend this Christmas in peace. My medicine works better than any psychic's surgery. If my words are not confirmed, I am at the disposal of the Duke. ”

"Well, in fact, I hope that Your Majesty can spend Christmas safely. If your words are confirmed, I will be at your disposal. I dare say that you are doomed, and you are just trying to use the pretext of 'treating Your Majesty' as an excuse to fabricate a lie to satisfy your own needs. ”

"You can say whatever you want, but I'm sure time will tell. Your Majesty, please take this pill, please Your Majesty must believe me. ”

The current king couldn't care so much, he just wanted to live a little longer, and he couldn't be happier to hear that this pill would allow him to survive Christmas, so he didn't hesitate to uncork the bottle, swallow the pill, and swallow it.

Seeing that the king had taken the medicine, Isabel was finally relieved, she walked up to the prince and whispered, "Your Highness, from now on, no one is allowed to approach Your Majesty except you and the servants present, especially the psychic. ”

The prince nodded in agreement, looking trusting of her.

In the end, Isabel said goodbye to the king and the prince, but not to the Duke of Wesker, much to the Duke's embarrassment. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.