After a stern and rigid dress check, Morgan twisted unnaturally, but this action drew a whispered reprimand from the courtesy.

"Mr. Morgan, pay attention to etiquette!"

Morgan smiled apologetically, and followed the expressionless ceremonial officer step by step into the splendid palace, the palace was empty, and it was not a major meeting at this time, so in the hall except for him and the ceremonial officer, there was only the old man sitting on the high-backed chair.

"See Your Majesty."

It was an old man who looked extremely majestic, and his hair was combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness. But the silver white hair was still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.

Gulidane, the second emperor of the Orin Empire, sat on a high-backed chair adorned with gold and stone jewels, and watched Morgan bow down condescendingly.

"Morgan, why are you here today?"

The ceremonial official slowly retreated, and he knew that the rest of the things should not enter his ears.

"I don't understand why the security of the Dimensional Communication would be entrusted to the Inquisition." Morgan spoke slowly, "The minister thinks this is inappropriate. ”

"Why?"

Gulidan's voice was full of twilight, there was no way, he was already very old, even if he relied on the technology of the lost civilization, it only allowed him to live more than a hundred years longer than ordinary people.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the fate that any ordinary creature cannot resist, at this time he just opened his mouth to say something, and in a trance he could feel his old and decayed body like a rusty gear, making a piercing friction sound.

"The Inquisition has been adopting a high-pressure policy against visitors from outside planes in recent years, and now Orin has to open up, believing that alien races from outside planes must have some ...... to the Inquisition Hostility ......"

In fact, the hostility is only a little light, but with the increasingly strict style of the Inquisition in recent years, if those aliens see the Inquisition, they are probably eager to peel them apart.

"It's a foregone conclusion, so there's no need to say more." Gulitan tapped the armrest, "Morgan, if you don't want to take over this mess, why don't you listen to my advice and become the commander of the forbidden army?" ”

"Your Majesty Xie appreciates it, but the minister's ability is low, so I am afraid that I will miss Your Majesty's major affairs."

Gulidan closed his eyes, but did not continue to dissuade, "How is the feast over there?" ”

"The test drive is nearing completion, the mental load has been greatly reduced, and according to the report of Chief Moxiso, the knight will probably be selected in a few weeks."

"Do you have a pick?"

Morgan shook his head.

Guridan propped himself up with his hands and slowly got up.

"Broken Sword recommended someone to me."

Morgan frowned, and after a moment said with some uncertainty: "Fran? ”

Gulidan nodded, and walked to the window with some difficulty, "Yes, it's the little one." It seems that the incident in Santiago has earned him a lot of favors. ”

"Your Majesty means ......"

"Let those little ones fight, but be careful." Gulidan turned his head and looked at Morgan, who was also a little old, against the light, "Fran can't die, he is of great use to me." ”

"Obey ......"

Morgan lowered his head and did not look at the emperor who was against the light. Gulidan's face turned against the light, and his expression seemed to be smiling.

"Also, tell Moxiso that I want more than just theoretical data from the proving ground."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Morgan bowed and retreated, and suddenly, Gulidan was the only one left in the huge hall.

He tapped on the windowsill and looked at the rising upbringing outside, feeling the warmth on his old face. His expression gradually became calmer, just like the former Fran.

"Hurry up, Franco."

Mo Lin waved her hand, and the saleswoman on the side followed her with a wry smile, lest this beautiful noble lady bump into her somewhere. Even if the skin is broken a little, this is not something that a salesperson in an ordinary store can afford.

Fran waved his hand and motioned for the salesman to leave it alone. Reaching out to take the doll from Mo Lin's hand, "You remember this." ”

The doll in my hand was a rainbow-colored unicorn, I forgot what it was called, but I remember that the three of them disappeared and looked out the window for a long time.

Well...... The main thing is that the two of them accompanied Mo Lin to watch.

"Of course, I thought about it for a long time."

Fran finally knew why the little girl had to run to the small shop in this corner halfway through the mall.

Throwing it into the shopping cart that Mr. Butler was pushing, Fran asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to buy?" ”

Merlin shook his head, took out the unicorn that Fran had just thrown in from his shopping cart, and hugged it to his chest, obviously liking it.

Fran walked over to the counter and paid the bill with an extra tip. Looking at the somewhat stunned salesman, Fran thought for a moment and said, "Just thank you for keeping it for so long." ”

So long that I've almost forgotten about it......

The limousine started slowly, looking at the envious or surprised eyes outside the car, Fran couldn't help laughing at himself, he was a demon, and he had somehow become a nobleman. If this is to be said, I guess the stubborn old professors and the group of college students in the ivory tower who are easily incited will be excited......

"Franco......

"Huh?" Fran turned her head to look at the little girl with her head down, twisting the corners of her skirt with her fingers. "What's wrong? Still want to go there? ”

Mo Lin didn't look up, just lowered his head, "Franco, you've changed a lot lately......"

Yes, even the housekeeper who has known him for less than half a month knows that he has changed recently, so how can Mo Lin, who has been getting along with him for more than ten years, not feel it.

The little girl was a little cramped, "Although...... It's a little uncomfortable, but I still like Franco now. ”

"I also love the way I look now in a shiny dress and feel carefree all day."

Mo Lin raised his head, with an aggrieved look in his eyes, "But ......"

The Spider's Nest shook slightly, looking at the private privacy holographic screen on the dial, which displayed information labeled with heterochromatic gears and staggered twin swords. Fran frowned slightly and patted Morin on the shoulder.

"I have some things to deal with, you can go back with Mr. Butler first."

There was no need to command, the black limousine had stopped smoothly on the side of the road, and Fran pushed the door down, habitually lowering his head, lest others see his unclean purple eyes.

Turning a street corner, a strangely shaped armored car wrapped in countless bulletproof steel plates pulled up to the side of the road, and Fran walked over to the car, not waiting for him to tap his fingers.

A stealthy moving door silently opened, and Fran was stunned for a moment, then leaned down and slipped into the armored car. Before he could say anything, a thick document was thrown into his arms.

Sato had dark circles under his eyes and a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Sitting in a swivel chair fixed to the car, with his back to the rows of screens, he blew a small breath of heat and lifted his glasses.

"Boy, are you ready to save Orin?"