The door to the balcony opened at some point, the evening breeze ripped the curtains, and in the darkness, a pool of silver-white figures loomed.

"Your Majesty?"

The silver-white figure spoke in Maria's voice: "Are you alright?" ”

Rao is Napoleon's concentration, his palms can't help but tremble, anyone who encounters this strange situation will be afraid, especially if you know that there are 'ghosts' in this world.

"Your Majesty. Why don't you answer me? ”

The silver-white figure walked into the room and walked towards Napoleon with some sadness: "Don't you know me if I change my skin?" ”

"You" Napoleon finally spoke: "You are Mary?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'm back."

The silver-white figure squirmed, growing a beautiful and charming face, followed by a bewitching body and a slender waist

The black folding fan opened, covering the corners of the mouth, and the eyes were charming and breathtaking, and the familiar feeling returned.

"You're really a demon."

Mary smiled: "Whether it is a demon or a human, in the face of absolute interests, none of this matters. ”

As she spoke, Maria stepped forward and came to the opposite desk: "It's been two days since I returned to Paris, and I know exactly what the Wisdom Cult has done to you, Your Majesty, and I'm angry, Your Majesty. ”

"Angry?"

Napoleon looked into her eyes and could not see a trace of anger.

"How dare they do that to you!" Maria's pupils constricted, and her tail trembled: "You are Napoleon Bonaparte!" Anatol, a thief who steals the name of wisdom, dares to be disrespectful to you?! ”

A strange sense of familiarity came again, stronger than before.

In Maria, Napoleon always felt a strange sense of trust, as if they had known each other for many years and had long been close.

But he and Maria have only known each other for two years, how can they have the illusion that they have known each other for decades?

In the past, Napoleon just felt that he had been asleep for too long, and his memories were confused, and he would confuse Maria with the others, but now he knew the identity of Maria's demon

"Chrétien? Is that you? ”

Napoleon asked cautiously.

"Your Majesty."

Maria did not admit or deny: "Your glory should not be confined to this small palace, and you should continue to lead the people of Paris in battle." ”

The familiarity intensified, and Napoleon stood up and looked at Maria in disbelief: "Chrétien?!" You, you."

Seeing that Napoleon had been entangled in her identity, Maria could only sigh: "Your Majesty, long time no see." ”

"How did you end up here! Why are you a demon?! ”

Napoleon felt his memory torn apart, and Chrétien de Chevalli, one of his most trusted generals half a century ago, was by his side at the Battle of Waterloo, and it was Chrétien who brought him back from the island to Paris.

After the fall of the Hundred Days, he died, Chrétien was guillotined, and the Shevali family quickly declined, and by the time Mary's generation was the only one left.

Chrétien is dead!

Who was standing before him?

Napoleon finally figured out where that strange familiarity came from.

Maria de Chevalli, her every move, word and deed carries the shadow of Chrétienne!

How could he not be familiar!

The most trusted general. The closest confidant. It turned out to be a demon?

Napoleon, pale, took a step back and sat down in his chair, unable to accept reality.

"Your Majesty, I understand you and know that you shouldn't be a canary in a cage, you should fight back."

Mary said quickly, "You haven't lost yet!" You have the support of millions of Parisian people! You have the Guards! As long as you give an order, the church will not dare to do anything to you! ”

"I'll help you if you want to."

Napoleon laughed miserably: "Are you trying to persuade me to take refuge in the Old Gods?" ”

"No, no! I didn't let you take refuge in the ancient gods, but simply, I hope you will rebel, instead of sitting in the palace and feeling sorry for yourself. ”

Maria picked up the flag that Napoleon had knocked down when he slapped the table: "I will help you to the best of my ability." ”

"At what cost?"

"There is no price." Maria smiled, "Even if it's the end of your loyalty." My mission is coming to an end, and I will do my best for Your Majesty until my master recalls me! ”

"You're leaving after helping me?"

"My master, the old god of the covenant, Belier, is about to return, and the day he reigns over the world will be the day I leave."

Napoleon nodded, not holding back, not sad, he was now a little numb and did not know what to say.

The most trusted general did not die, and he was happy about it.

The most trusted general is the devil, who has been lurking by his side, and he is sad about it.

Mary has returned, but sooner or later she will have to leave, and before leaving, she must put an end to her loyalty, and everyone will be together

Chrétien is still going to die.

He was still alone.

"Your Majesty, do you have a plan?"

"Me"

Napoleon glanced at Caesar's handwritten letter on the table and said, "It's still the same as before, looking for the Doomsday Party, getting the experimental data of alchemy technology, and conducting research." ”

"You should understand that the church will not allow you to do research."

"So I need a trustworthy subordinate disguised as the Doomsday Party to conduct research on alchemy technology." Napoleon looked at Maria and said, "You can't use the identity of Maria de Chevali to appear in London again, just to change your identity." ”

"Do you want me to supervise research?"

"I hope you can help me get the test materials for alchemy technology."

Maria nodded, "I see, Your Majesty." ”

As Maria returned to the balcony and was about to leave, Napoleon suddenly asked, "Were you the demon who performed the magic that day and sacrificed to the slum dwellers?" ”

Mary paused and didn't look back: "In my life, I have only been loyal to Belier and you, and I don't care about the others." ”

She was gone, and Napoleon did not know the name of her demon.

As a demon, she was loyal to the old god Baliel, but when she was Maria and Chrétienne, it was Napoleon Bonaparte who was loyal!

Standing on the balcony, with a slightly cold evening breeze blowing, Napoleon finally made a decision.

Back in the room, he rang the bell.

Jingle Bell –

Click

The maid walked into the room and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, what do you command?" ”

"I'm going to see Anatole and tell him that I've figured it out."

"Yes."

The maid turned to leave, and within twenty minutes, Anatall appeared in the room.

"You figured it out?"

"Yes."

"Good." Anatole smiled and nodded: "This is the choice of smart people, as long as you are willing to obey the church and bow your proud head, I guarantee that you are the emperor of the empire." ”

"You have put my ministers to death in the name of heresy, and even if I compromise with you, what will happen? Kingdom affairs need to be dealt with, and public order needs to be maintained, should the church go beyond the kingdom and have direct contact with the people? ”

"Execute the ministers around you because they have an affair with the Doomsday Party and the Old Gods!"

Anatole snorted coldly: "You think I'm deliberately targeting you?" Maria de Chevalli is your trust! The result? She's a demon! It's a spy planted by the ancient gods in the Apocalypse God system! If it weren't for her, how could Nereida's plan fail? ”

“.”

"At first, I also suspected that you were having an affair with the Old Gods, but after thinking about it, it was my decision to resurrect you, and it had nothing to do with the Old Gods, and you, who were supported by the Wisdom God Cult, had no reason to join them." Anatol waved his hand: "In the future, you will be in charge of the affairs of the kingdom, continue to be your king, just let the people feel at ease, and don't worry about other things." ”

"Okay."

Anatole left, by the way, withdrawing the Knights who had blockaded the Champs-Élysées and lifting Napoleon's house arrest.

Even if there are still people watching his every move in the dark, it is better than restricting personal freedom on the surface.

Freedom was restored, Napoleon began to promote ministers again, and with countless supporters, he did not worry that there were no loyalists, and as long as he was still alive, everything was fine.

The kingdom was back to normal functioning, the king was still king, the church was still the church, and only a few headless corpses buried in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city told of the judgment that had taken place a few days earlier.

Half a month later, Napoleon was on business as usual, and while looking through the papers, the door was pushed open, and a maid walked into the room with a cut of fruit and came to Napoleon's side.

At first Napoleon did not look up, but the maid put down the fruit and did not leave, which caught his attention.

"Your Majesty, it's me, Mary."

"You're back, how's it going?"

"I got a copy of the alchemy technology." Maria pulled out a stack of papers from her sleeve: "This is part of it, and the other part I hid. ”

After flipping through it twice and confirming that it was correct, Napoleon said with some surprise: "Where did you find it?" I've been looking for months and have no clue! ”

Maria smiled slightly: "I got a few friends to help, they are in the Aztec Empire. ”

"Good."

With the information in hand, Napoleon got up excitedly, paced around the room three times, and said in deep thought: "There is an eye outside the palace to monitor me, and I can't go there myself, but I have a manor outside the city, and the people who guard the manor are the descendants of my former housekeepers, and I can trust it. ”

"What about the researchers?"

"The Academy of Sciences in Paris is Anatole's eyeliner, and if many people go missing, it will definitely attract the attention of the Church, and I will write to Caesar and ask him to send some researchers from the Roman Republic to carry out joint research."

Caesar had people but no information, Napoleon had information but no manpower, and everyone hit it off, the best of both worlds.

The only problem was that Caesar, after receiving the letter, asked Napoleon to transfer the institute to the border of the Roman Republic with Bonaparte's First Empire, citing the convenience of transporting research materials.

Alchemy technology requires the use of the corpses of transcendent beings, and it just so happens that the gladiatorial arenas of the Roman Republic are prevalent, and there are often casualties, and the corpses of those transcendent creatures are either turned into potion raw materials or discarded, which is just in handy.

This request made sense, and Napoleon did not refuse, and let Maria take the materials to the southern border of the empire to meet Caesar's researchers.

In late December, Mosk.

Woo –

Woo –

With the sound of a high-spirited whistle, a warship slowly docked, the pier was covered with snow, ice crystals floated in the air, and the soldiers worked in cotton clothes, this is the ice-free port of Crimea, the largest port in the western part of the Romanov Kingdom.

Holmes wore a cotton hat and the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and as soon as he stepped off the boat, a team of Aurora commissioners in black coats greeted him:

"Mr. Holmes, welcome to Crimea, I am the High Commissioner of the Second Directorate of Investigation of the Aurora Society in the port of Crimea, Jeremy Duma."

"Hello Duma Commissioner."

Shaking hands with him, Holmes looked around: "I want to see Father Mavi." ”

"Please follow me."

Escorted by the Aurora Society, Holmes arrived at the largest watchtower in the port, which was the headquarters of the Aurora Society, and was heavily guarded.

In the depths of the station, there is a small room, the room is very empty, only two magic arrays are running slowly, from time to time people appear, and from time to time people stand on the magic array and leave.

"This is the teleportation magic array, Mr. Holmes, please stand on the right side, that is the A-side magic circle leading to Mosk, and on the left is the B-side magic circle responsible for receiving."

Following Jeremy's guidance, Holmes ascended to the magic circle on the right, and after standing still, the commissioner on the side began to merge the magic power, and when the magic reached a critical point

Swish!

In a flash, it was still a dark room, but it was noisier than before, and the air was very muddy and stuffy.

There was still a magic circle underneath, but the pattern was slightly different, and there were hundreds of similar teleportation magic circles in the huge room, and the surrounding area was crowded with people, some with briefcases, others hurrying with boxes full of potions.

"Mr. Holmes, welcome to Mosk."

Directly in front, a man in a suit and leather shoes stretched out his right hand and smiled: "I'm Mauri Pres, deputy director of the Aurora Society's General Bureau of Investigation." ”

"Hello."

As if he hadn't recovered from his surroundings, Holmes followed Deputy Director Murray out of the room and found that they were on the outskirts of Mosk, which was originally a wilderness and had been turned into a long-term transit station by the Aurora Society, which not only built railways, but also paved roads.

"All the people who come from the local area have to go around here." Murray said: "You have to be inspected before entering the city, this is to protect the safety of the Grand Pope, of course, Mr. Holmes, you don't need to be checked." ”

Sherlock Holmes looked at Mosk, who had only been seen for a few months, and the earth had changed dramatically, and he had a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world.

But

"Inspection is necessary, what if I am an enemy in disguise?"

Sherlock Holmes politely rejected Murray's kindness: "I will not use my privilege to embarrass you, the deputy director, there must be an examination, no matter what his status." ”

Maury was stunned for a moment, then smiled, raised his hand, summoned a commissioner with a briefcase, took out a tuning fork and a silver ball, and began to check.

After confirming that it is correct,

"Mr. Holmes, let's go, the Great Pope has been waiting for you for a long time."