"Calmed down?"

Heaton looked at Doteya and asked calmly.

Dotya didn't move, her eyes glancing slightly at [Village Rain], and then blinked.

"Let go, Gozzy."

Heaton motioned for Gozqi to come back, [Murayu] was just to force Doteya to calm down, and when talking, the knife was no longer suitable for the neck.

And with Doteya's strength, there is no emperor, and the aging physique is estimated to be inferior to even a five-year-old child, and the kind that really gives her a seat when she takes the bus.

Doteya's combat experience was obtained by killing people after obtaining the Imperial Tool, and his own training was almost non-existent.

"Say it!"

Heaton asked directly at Doteya.

Say what?

A trace of dazedness flashed in Doteya's eyes, but when she saw the cold Gozqi on the side, she immediately said.

"I... My name is Doteya, I was born in Elanka, and I came to this great empire with a man named Shura. ”

"He claimed that his father was the minister of this empire, but after I came, I found out that I had been fooled, and I was deceived by him, and he had the audacity to attack the imperial capital."

"Break her finger!"

Heaton abruptly interrupted Doteya, and Gozzi stepped forward, grabbed Doteja's back collar, and grabbed her right little thumb.

"Kacha!"

A crisp thud rang out in the cell, followed by Dotea's howl of pain.

"Survey!"

[Village Rain] was half unsheathed, and Doteya's voice stopped abruptly.

"Go on!"

Heaton's voice rang out, and for someone like Doteya, this means would be enough.

"I... I.. I came to the empire to find the way to live forever, and I attacked the imperial capital only because my research had progressed, and I couldn't control the excitement in my heart. ”

Doteja's eyes were filled with tears because of the pain, and she looked up at Heaton, but she didn't get a response.

I can only bite the bullet and continue to say.

"I'm from Alleyka, the real ruler is the Witch Trial, which is full of some magic sticks that fool the people, Alleyka's strength is far inferior to the Empire, firearm technology, and it is still in the firearms period.

The capital of Eilanka..."

"You should know that's not what I'm trying to hear!"

Heaton's voice rang out, a little disgruntled.

He is not interested in this Ailanka at all, this kind of small country, even if it is given another two hundred years, its strength is not comparable to the empire, he is interested in alchemy, the alchemy that can make the emperor's tools!

"Alchemy! It's alchemy! ”

Doteya hurriedly shouted, and continued:

"I'm good at biological alchemy techniques, whether it's soul or body, I can transform it into what Your Majesty wants! I also know a few old guys who are still alive, and they are good at alchemy techniques that are different from mine, and I can all recommend them to Your Majesty! ”

Dotea didn't dare to continue to pretend to be stupid, and directly took revenge on the names of several sworn enemies, as well as the alchemy techniques they were good at.

Potion alchemy, material refining, formations, and so on.

"In other words, there are still a lot of alchemists in Ailanka?"

"Yes, most of them are old guys who are nearly 100 years old, with strange personalities, plus alchemy is complicated to learn, and I don't want to accept apprentices, I even suspect that alchemy is about to be lost!"

Heaton's questions were answered by Doteja, she had already seen that Heaton's life was still useful, and her nervousness relaxed a lot.

She herself is the kind of person who doesn't want to take in apprentices.

For their alchemists, alchemy knowledge is like a vast ocean, and even if they are extremely poor, they can't learn it all their lives.

Years or decades of solitary research have made their personalities mostly eccentric and selfish.

I don't have the heart to pass on the so-called alchemy.

If it's lost, it's lost, what's my business.

"And how did you learn alchemy?"

Doteya frowned, as if reminiscing.

"By chance. A hundred years ago, I stumbled upon a book about alchemy. ”

The current Doteya is not taboo about his age, and said truthfully.

Heaton could roughly understand why this revered profession had come to an end.

It was because of the collapse of the previous country in Ailanka that the alchemist's inheritance system was destroyed.

Important books are lost or damaged, and there are no copies, resulting in a generation becoming scarcer than the next.

Because of learning difficulties, the possessiveness of the alchemy knowledge he has mastered is becoming more and more serious, and he is even unwilling to pass it on.

"Let's go!"

Heaton stood up and made a gesture to walk out of his cell.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

Doteya panicked instantly, she didn't expect Heaton to ask a question and leave, what about her?

"Poof!"

Doteya, who was lying on the ground in the direction of Heaton, endured the sharp pain of having her little finger broken just now, and accidentally knocked herself on the ground.

Heaton stopped, didn't look back, and said slowly.

"I know what you want to say, but you didn't answer my first question, and when you have an answer in mind, someone will come looking for you."

After saying that, he walked straight out, and Gozzi didn't care about Doteya's movement on the ground, and followed closely behind Heaton.

Old age and death.

Which one is more important to Doteya.

For her, with this old face, it is better to die, but when it comes to death, her heart is afraid.

But there is a crucial problem in front of her, but Doteya actively ignores, that is, her life is coming to an end!

There is no way to live forever.

The reason why the First Emperor made the Imperial Tool was because he could not achieve immortality.

Therefore, the emperor that Doteya has always relied on is just to maintain his appearance and deceive his own emperor.

To Heaton, the two topics were irrelevant, and neither was Doteya's answer.

In the face of herself, Doteya must compromise, and once compromised, it means giving in, giving in one step, giving in step at a time.

Even death, Doteja will be under Heaton's control.

The reason why she asked Doteya this question was to make Doteya's mind constantly tormented by these two topics that she didn't want to mention.

Heaton, on the other hand, only needs to reach out when she has a nervous breakdown.

However, there is another reason that Heaton needs the help of fashion, and fashion does not know about Doteya.

So I had to put it down for a few days.

The most important takeaway of the day was the information about the other alchemists in Ailanka.

If you want an alchemist, you have to catch them all.

After the empire is stabilized, the reason for establishing diplomatic relations with Ireland will not come.

Within a few steps of coming out of the cell, Heaton heard a familiar movement.

"Abu, my little sister's sister didn't know why for the past two days, and suddenly disappeared, can you help investigate!"

In the reception hall, Leonay had a sad face, and she was holding a little girl who was about six or seven years old.

The member of the garrison at the reception, named Abu, had a sad face.

"Miss Leonai, we can only record it first, because of the recent rebellion in the imperial capital, the security department is seriously understaffed, and it is difficult to send someone to investigate this matter now."

Obviously, Leonai has been injured in the past two days, and he has a good relationship with the remaining members of the Security Agency.

"Hey, I also went to Floran's place of work to ask, but they shirked it, there must be something wrong here!"

Leonai leaned on the window of the reception and said to Abu inside.

And the little sister on the side was teary-eyed and about to cry.

Heaton looked up slightly towards Leonay, and Gozzi understood and walked in that direction.

Heaton, however, turned and walked upstairs to the security office.

Leonay is coming to the Security Department for help?

Heaton, of course, didn't believe what Leonai said outside.

He instinctively sensed that something was wrong in this.

【Shangri-La】

In the office of the captain of the security department, Heaton returned to the palace alone.

As for what happened to Leonay, just leave it to Gozzi.

The next few days were unusually pleasant at Heaton Palace.

Although it is still a morning meeting, an exercise in the afternoon, and a book in the evening.

But because of the tense atmosphere of the past few days, it seems that the current peace is precious.

Gozzi has not reported any important information in the past two days, and the war report from the south has not yet arrived.

The only thing Heaton had to worry about every day was at the court meeting, and the tasks he had assigned to the interior officials were reported by them, and then he dealt with them at will.

For example, what is the relief situation of the victims in Nancheng District, and what are the results of the investigation of who and who?

On the surface, everything is uneventful.

......

"Bang dang!"

The door to the private room of the Security Department's cell was pushed open.

Doteya looked up at the door in surprise, but it wasn't Heaton's figure that was waiting.

"Hello, Your Majesty asked me to take you out!"

Fashion shook off his flowing white hair and pushed his eyes.

"Get out! Get out! ”

When Dotea heard that it was Heaton's arrangement, she stood up excitedly.

She was covered with bandages on her forehead and right hand, which had been bandaged by someone from the Security Department.

"Well, let's go!"

Dr. Fashion stepped forward gently, didn't know when he pulled out a needle, and before Doteya could react, it pierced her neck.

His gentle eyes were like looking at a perfect experimental object.

"It's a pity that Your Majesty didn't let me transform too much, and after all, it didn't become the most fashionable masterpiece in my heart!"

The other side.

Najeta rode through the streets of the North City with a large number of guards.

"Boom, boom."

The horse's hooves stomped on the stone floor, making a earth-shattering sound.

Pedestrians on the road heard the sound from a distance and hurriedly made way for a wide passage.

The Guards rode their horses in the North City, and this was no small matter.

A guard of hundreds of people, led directly by Najeta, surrounded the flower building in front of him.

Gozzi, on the other hand, was farther away in the slums, followed by a tall and strong man.

Palace.

"Your Majesty, the sect leader of Anning Dao has agreed to the invitation of the empire and is now coming to the imperial capital."

In the cafeteria, Lan reports to Heaton opposite.

In the past two days, he has been busy with this matter, and the people of Anning Dao are much easier to contact than expected.

"What are the conditions?"

Heaton asked, bringing a piece of meat to his mouth.

"That sect leader said he wanted to meet His Majesty directly!"

"Yes."

Heaton nodded, this is not a big deal, and he is not unsightly, so let's meet this mysterious sect leader.

"What do you think about the Imperial Fist Temple?"

Heaton casually mentions the behemoth of the empire.

"Your Majesty, I think the Imperial Fist Temple doesn't have to move first."

Lan paused, looked in Heaton's direction, and continued.

"The minister thinks that it is better to put down the rebellion first, and then take this opportunity to reform the problem of redundant officialdom."

"Don't pretend to be stupid, why haven't you seen you for a few days, you're still acting."

Heaton didn't bother to reproach Lan for this gesture, and sure enough, after a long time in the officialdom, people became cautious.

"The minister wants the position of minister!"

Lan left the table and knelt down.

"You're welcome, you're really welcome."

Heaton looked at Lan and laughed.

Lan's character is still like this, it seems that he has become cautious in the officialdom, but he has misjudged.

"No way!"

Heaton laughed and rejected.

"Wait two more days, wait for a reason to kill!"

Heaton told Lan to stand up and followed him outside to the palace.

The palace gardens have been renovated, and Heaton's interest in strolling around has been rekindled.

He and Lan walked one after the other.

"What is the relationship between the Lan Governor and his colleagues?"

Lan was suddenly stunned when asked, and although he was puzzled, he still answered truthfully.

"There is no bad relationship, and the surface is harmonious."

Lan was promoted directly from a small clerk to an interior officer by Heaton, and he was the youngest, now in his early twenties.

As for the other interior officials, the youngest Yin Neiz is now in his forties.

Other internal affairs officials would definitely not make enemies because Lan was a close confidant of the emperor, and they would even think about stammering.

However, He Lan is not a person who likes to listen to good words, and usually because of her busy government affairs, she is only at the point of meeting and greeting other political officials.

"You can get along, and you'll find that they're not easy."

Heaton smiled mysteriously, not elaborating.

"Your Majesty, in the last few days..."

"Your position as a minister, on any level, is a matter of course. Even if you were the first person I promoted after I took power three years ago, they wouldn't say anything, at most they would sigh in private that your life was good. I'm sure you wouldn't mind that, though.

However, the position of minister is not so simple, and you also need to learn from these colleagues of yours. ”

In Heaton's view, the Chancellor is not a name, a name for exercising power.

The minister is the head of the civil officials, but he is the emperor's person, and the degree to be grasped in the middle is obviously much worse now.

In the final analysis, it can be seen from the situation where he is looking for Shangpu's revenge that Lan is a donkey, a donkey who will not be swayed by emotions, but in the end, he will hit the south wall.

"The minister has been taught!"

Lan bowed his head and bowed respectfully to Heaton, this is what the emperor taught him to do.

"Let's go, I'll show you around."

......

"Poof!"

Institute of Fashion.

The veins burst, and the gushing blood splattered Fashion's face.

But Fashion didn't care, took out a round object from the operating table next to him, and stuffed it into Doteya's body.

Then he pulled out a small saw and smiled hideously.

Of course, this is a standardized and safe surgical process!

"Boom!"

Downstairs, Najeta broke in, and the guards rushed in.

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came.

Looking at the gun-wielding guards, the old prostitutes who were nostalgic for the flower building were so frightened that their legs and feet were weak, and they immediately squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Najeta stood in the middle of the hall as the Guards scattered and began to search floor by floor.

The imperial capital, which had just been stable for two days, suddenly began an earthquake that was not small or small.