Dusant sat on the couch, his face pale, his hands clasped tightly on the armrests on either side of the couch. His hands were white, his face was nervous, and he was even trembling slightly.

It's impossible not to be nervous, and Dussander is currently sitting on an airship. On the couch in the room next to him sat the head of the heraldic management office, who was so ordinary that he had no features at all.

Dussaint is in a bit of a hostage-taking position, but no one cares what a ten-year-old boy is doing. He was simply taken to the airship by two red-clad postmen, and then locked up in his room.

It wasn't just the state of being deprived of his freedom that made Dussander nervous, but also the strange movements of the airship.

The ship is now powered down, its hull is suspended in mid-air by the buoyancy gained through the airbags, and most of the time, the entire airship is completely free of any noise. But after the wind blows, the metal plates on the airship's hull and the exposed metal connecting rods always make a tooth-squeezing sound.

Then Dusson will feel a noticeable shift in steering and center of gravity driven by the wind. This sudden change would make him suddenly feel that his heart was lifted upward.

Just being pushed by the wind is scary, but the scary is yet to come.

Every few minutes or so, a jet of gas would sound simultaneously in all directions of Dussand. And with the sound, it was accompanied by a large twisting and shaking of the hull.

Every time there was such a voice, Dussand's mind would immediately flash images of various aerial catastrophes that he had seen in his previous life. Ten years have passed, and the memory of those impactful images has long since begun to fade...... But it's okay to scare him half to death.

The airship floated in the sky for almost a quarter of an hour. Then, through the door, Dusand heard the voice of the middle-aged red-clad postman, "Withdraw, they won't do anything." ”

Dussaint suppressed the panic in his heart, frowning and pondering.

This "they" ...... Who is it referring to? Hands-on, what are you talking about?

Byrne will take himself with him, and he also deliberately set up such a "house arrest" room, which shows that he has a need to control himself to achieve, and what is this need...... Dussaint isn't particularly sure.

The father was a professional soldier, while the mother was a middle-ranking aristocratic lady. Neither of them seems likely to pose a direct threat to a secret service chief who works for the Royal Post Office's heraldic administration. Then, it is unlikely that you can control your parents with yourself.

But if it weren't for this, Dusand couldn't have imagined any other force that could pose a threat to Bourne and be neutralized by holding him hostage.

It can't be to deal with the Belford family, whose old mansion is in Olin, which is said to have a long history but has never seen before, right?

Could it be that the uncles of the family who have never met each other can still kill all the way from Orin to Newsar for themselves, and then kill Byrne on the spot?

This is an empire, not a noble Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

Dussaint mustered up the courage to stand up, put his feet on the back of the couch, and glanced out the porthole.

He was actually a little worried that he didn't give Rosen the action order on time, and he didn't report to him that he was safe.

This kid won't be enthusiastic enough to go with a new recruit to surround the Imperial Post Office, right?

Considering that Rosen could even think of going to the bankruptcy court in order to find a good seller for his lathe, Dusson felt that he should not be so stupid.

That...... Who the hell is this for?

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"Gone?" In Lord Harold's estate, a tall, thin young man took a sip of a cup of black tea.

"Gone." At the door of the room, a man in a gray robe nodded and said, "There are four heavily armed red-clothed postmen in the carriage, and they got out of the carriage and dragged people back. ”

Hearing this, a big smile appeared on the young man's face.

He put down his teacup, stretched and said, "My student is very talented, and he is a big ghost, wilted and wilted. It would be a pity if such a good seedling was killed by a loan shark. ”

The grey robe asked tentatively, "Mr. Morse, do you need to kill those red-clad postmen?" ”

"I want Dusand to survive, not to make him a wanted criminal in the empire right now." Morse rolled his eyes and said, "You people who do the action just don't know how to appreciate the beauty of the plan!" Look at me, a student, who has only taken a few classes, and he has played the intrigue so smoothly! Learn from others! ”

The gray robe thought for a moment and asked, "I'm afraid such a huge plan can't be designed by Lord Dussander alone, it should be led by Lady Androni." ”

"You're not familiar enough with Androni." Morse shook his head, "After all, she's a woman, and her layout habits are more tactful. ”

"But my good students are different." Morse turned to look out at the stunning view from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and exclaimed, "His plan is more like a machine." All the people and goals became part of his huge plan - the turn of a cog can propel all participants into the abyss, what a wonderful design! ”

"Lord Dussand's design, however, is very complicated." The gray-robed man asked, "The more complex the machine, the more likely it is to fail, and although he was lucky to succeed, there are too many things that can go wrong in the middle, and it is too risky." ”

"Complex? No, the core of his whole plan is actually quite simple. Morse laughed, laughing unbridled as if he were in his own home, "I'm good at making two forces that are already at odds go to war before they're ready, and he's created an enemy out of thin air for our poor Lord Harold that he can't fight against." ”

The gray-robed man seemed to be beginning to taste the "taste" of the place, and he asked, "What would Lady Androni do if she were her?" ”

"She?" Morse put away his smile and said in a somewhat awe-inspiring tone, "If Lady Andronie had been in charge, we would have seen a piece of news in the newspapers tomorrow—some kind of accident had happened without warning, and Lord Harold was among the victims. ”

"A day later, the Imperial Navy discovered the hidden star thieves' lair during a routine operation, and after a fierce battle, the star thieves were completely wiped out." Morse continued, "And the star thieves in this lair will happen to be very familiar with Lord Harold. ”

The gray-robed man was silent for a long time, as if he was savoring the enormous amount of information in Morse's words. Morse, on the other hand, seemed to have suddenly lost interest in continuing.

"Let's do it, burn this place down." He shook his neck and walked out the door, "Don't leave a hidden danger. ”

"What about those servants?" The gray-robed man asked in a low voice, "Knock them all out and throw them on the road?" ”

"You may need to relearn what it means to 'leave no trouble'." Morse paused, and after checking the neat nails on his hands, he said, "It's just civilians, and being alive will only cause us trouble—we're all knocked unconscious, and heaped behind the gate." The flame will do the rest for us. ”