Where's Heaton?

Heaton, of course, was still sleeping under the covers.

Assassination troops?

What the assassination force, I don't know.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock at the door, and before Heaton could reply, the Chancellor entered.

Earnest had never asked Heaton's opinion on such a trivial matter, and all he asked Heaton's opinion was on some national affairs that Heaton's age could not decide.

Maybe when Heaton gets older, it's time for all of this to be reversed.

Who can bear this?

Anyway, Heaton can't bear it, he doesn't even wear pants!

"Chancellor, why did you get in?" Should it be asked, it should still be asked.

"Your Majesty, the assassination force is coming, aren't you going to take a look?"

The Chancellor looked at Jona waiting for Heaton in her clothes and asked.

Now that he has three shots in the day, the minister was waiting for Heaton to take the initiative to come to him, but he didn't expect to be surprised by himself, and he didn't wait for the little emperor.

In fact, the minister usually doesn't get up early, he has the power of the emperor, but he doesn't do the emperor's business, and the usual affairs are handed over to the people below, and only the things that threaten his rule are submitted to let him decide.

Usually idle, I can only study which house official's wife is beautiful, or which subordinate can offer some novelty to make myself happy.

Don't want to be idle every day.

Some time ago, a bad guy named Yang Gang played a little game of guessing the gender with himself, and it was quite a novelty to cut a pregnant woman alive.

Next time, let him find a wife of an interior officer!

"Assassination troops? Oh, it's the one Cai Jiu said last time, I forgot it. Heaton suddenly realized.

"Well, yes, now they are at General Bude's training ground, it is estimated that General Bud has already arrived, do you want to go and see?"

"Of course I want to go, I heard that they are about the same age as me, and they are all from out of town, and I want to see if they have any other fun."

The minister smiled and led the way ahead.

Heaton jumped after him, smiling at the back of the Chancellor.

"Minister, why don't you eat meat, I still want you to share my piece, I haven't eaten when I just got up."

Earnest's face darkened, and he didn't speak.

'You don't know the reason why I don't bring meat, I eat a piece, you grab a piece, and you eat a bite, and it's all saliva, and it's called a taste! ‘

"Yolanda, you go and prepare some breakfast for Your Majesty." The minister first instructed Yolanda, who had fallen out of favor, to go to the back kitchen, and then explained to Heaton: "Your Majesty, the minister has been a little indigestible in the past two days, so eat less meat." ”

"Well, then, you have to pay attention to your body. Don't be sick like I did last time."

"Let Your Majesty bother." Earnest smiled.

'I won't get sick, stinking little ghost'

'Woo woo, now I have to avoid this little guy when I eat meat, I'm really, so pitiful! ’

The Minister had already dismissed the other maids, leaving only Yolanda and Joanna to serve Heaton.

Because he found that the existence of other maids was not a big problem, if Heaton wanted to do something, he never ignored the obstruction of these maids, and even kept it far away when he usually did bad things, he would be tired, and when he was served, they could stick it.

Yolanda has rightfully fallen out of favor, and now Heaton likes Jona, and even often lets Jona hug, which Yolanda has barely experienced.

Before Yolanda's ambition was completely born, it was nipped in the bud.

Jona is a shy little girl, and sometimes Heaton's hand is unconsciously placed in the wrong place, and the little girl can blush.

The assassination force was a covert plan, but it was not so secretive.

Yolanda and Jona knew it was fine.

In the final analysis, the most perfect assassination is to kill all people, judging from the plot of the previous comics, whether it is a night attack or an assassination unit, there is no style that an assassination organization should have in Heaton's cognition.

At the end of the day, it's just a hot-blooded... Let's be hot-blooded.

Of all the plot characters, one Chelsea is more like a real assassin, deceiving, killing with one hit, and getting out.

But Chelsea is also miserable, woo woo.

Before he got to Boud's training ground, Yolanda brought him back early.

It's not rich, after all, it didn't make it to the table and eat a palace meal.

The food styles of the Red Pupil World are quite diverse, at least what Heaton could eat in his previous life, almost all of them can be eaten in this world, and even because the meat of the dangerous species is more delicious, the food has become more delicious.

It is said that it is not rich, but there are many varieties of Yolandana.

There are hot dogs, ham, fruits, milk, and other Western-style breakfasts, steamed buns, pies, and a little Chinese.

Of course, this is all taken by Yolanda according to Heaton's taste, and Heaton picks up a meat bun and nibbles it.

"Minister, do you want it?" Heaton grinned and held up the half-bitten bun and handed it to the Chancellor.

"I've eaten, and I'm not hungry now." The minister refused outright without the slightest hesitation.

"Hey, hey, okay."

Heaton rubbed his visibly fat belly and smiled happily.

He is getting farther and farther away from the thin little emperor in the original plot.

'Hmph, fat is a blessing. ‘

As soon as he entered the training ground, Heaton saw a dozen or twenty children running laps.

And the figure of General Bud is naturally the most conspicuous.

There was a figure lying at his feet, and I didn't know if it was dead or alive.

Heaton knows!

It was a dead day.

Gozzi has long been out of chaos, isn't it just the first day of death of a colleague, and it's not that he hasn't experienced it.

What, the first person killed by the imperial military attaché is still by my side, and he crushed his neck alive.

What's the matter with me, ahhhh

The Imperial Fist Temple is the first temple in the empire, and many military attaches in the empire have also entered the Imperial Fist Temple to practice, and even the ministers have practiced in it when they are young.

Among them, the four ghosts of the Rakshasa of the Huangquan Temple are the symbols of the Huangquan Temple, directly under the imperial power, and listen to the emperor's orders.

Assassination, guarding, anything.

Gozizi was one of the last Four Ghosts of the Imperial Fist Temple, but he felt that he had had a bad time since he took over as the head of the assassination unit, and that nothing had gone according to his plan.

He has his own unique arrogance, but in this palace, in the face of Bude, the minister, and the emperor, this arrogance has to bow his head, even if the emperor is a three-year-old child.

The three-year-old child in front of him was nibbling on a meat bun and behaving casually.

"You're Gozzi, huh?" Heaton looked at the handsome middle-aged uncle and asked.

It's still a decadent uncle, with some vicissitudes.

"Yes, I am Gozzi, Your Majesty." Gozzi responded.

"Can they play with me?" Heaton pointed to the assassination unit running in circles around the field.

'Play? ’

Gozzi didn't know what to turn back for a moment.

'Am I not the head of the assassination unit, in fact, the head of the kindergarten regiment, the head of the emperor's nanny corps!' ’

Gozzi set his sights on the minister.