'Your invitation was so stupid! ’

After Lyon's invitation to interview was categorically rejected by the female reporter, she could only leave with regret on her face, and after getting into the public carriage back to the Clean-up Bureau, the black goat immediately couldn't wait to squeeze out of the window glass, first chattered a few words, and then commented with a regretful face:

If you want to set a trap to catch her, then just invite her to your house for an interview, or go to Ryan's house, when the time comes, whether it's Emma or the red-haired director, it's not too easy to catch her."

But you invited her to the Cleanup Bureau to interview you, that girl is a rebel and a subordinate of Aquarius, and her body is still seriously injured, and it is too late to hide from you, how dare you go to the Cleanup Bureau to find an interview?

Let's tell you, we were watching from the glass of the chandelier at that time, and when I heard that you invited her to go to the cleaning bureau, the reporter's face changed in fright, and as soon as you looked away, she peeked at you with a suspicious face, obviously beginning to suspect you! ’

After chattering a lot, and after giving a stupid overall evaluation of Leon's initiative just now, the black goat smacked his lips and said:

'Boy, you can see how important we are at this time, right?

If we could come out just now and secretly remind you, you wouldn't alarm her, but now that you have such an experience, it will be difficult to set a trap for her in the future, what a pity! ’

Ah, yes, yes, you're right!

After squinting at the black goat, Leon asked in a calm tone while recording the information he had just obtained in the small notebook he carried:

"You say, is there such a possibility that I didn't actually want to arrest her at all?"

‘？？？ ’

"A living spy whose identity has been exposed is much more useful than a dead spy caught in his hands."

Leon replied without looking up, as he wrote his notes:

"If she still has contact with the Aquarius director, she can pass on some false information through her, and maybe even find the whereabouts of the Aquarius director directly through her, isn't it more useful than catching her?"

It's also true......

After pondering for a while, the black goat couldn't help but nod slightly, but still said a little unconvinced:

Since you're not going to arrest her, isn't there even less need to mention the clean-up? You just invited her to the Cleanup Bureau, and she suspected that you were trying to set a trap to catch her, and she was obviously alert! ’

"It's a good thing she's alert."

Thinking about the information he had just seen, Leon's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, he stopped the charcoal pen in his hand to write, and said with a lot of pressure:

"After all, it's a first-level cleanup, according to the director, at any cost, an elite first-level cleanup like Emma's predecessors has the ability to destroy most of the royal capital in one day, and it is estimated that just one face can kill me.

A guy like her with amazing destructive power and unknown means is too dangerous, Jerry's friends can keep an eye on her whereabouts, but they can't stop her from sabotage, and I'm afraid that only the director of the bureau can be sure to subdue her immediately.

And the situation of the director, you know, it is absolutely impossible to put down other work and only stare at her all day, so the only way to deal with it is to make her vigilant and dare not move, but she is unwilling to take the initiative to evacuate because of luck. ”

“……”

In just a short period of time, you kid has already thought about it so much?

After listening to Leon's plan, the black goat couldn't help but smack his lips, and suddenly felt that this kid was a little strange.

After slowly mastering some power and being "polluted" by Emma and the red-haired girls for a while, Leon is no longer the stupid boy he was full of anger.

This dog's heart is a lot darker than in the past, not only has he become accustomed to setting up other people's clothes all the time, but he is also doing things more and more like the gangs of fancy intestines in the Cleanup Bureau, and his stomach is stuffed with black ideas of nine bends and eighteen bends, and the poop that he pulled out is probably her mother with threads.

'Okay. ’

With full malice, after glancing at Leon's ass, the black goat said with some curiosity:

So what are you going to do next?' Go straight back to the clean-up bureau and wait for Emma and the red-haired girls to come back? ’

"Next words......"

Leon thought for a moment when he heard this, then took the homemade charcoal, circled the small notebook in his hand, and said with some hesitation:

"Go back to the bureau first, talk to Jerry's seniors about the situation, and then go to the princess to withdraw from the marriage."

……

The sun is setting.

As the sun faded, the embers and smoke swept away by the war were like a touch of dark gray paint, smearing dark shadows on the streets and alleys of all sizes.

After several unusually tragic tug-of-wars, the once prosperous city has been bombed into ruins, and the cracked streets can be seen with broken mechanical parts every now and then, and a large number of broken steam pipes in the collapsed buildings are spewing gray-white pungent smoke.

Dust, smoke, ashes, rust, blood, wailing!

The desolate and blazing wind, roaring through the streets and alleys, brought the chaotic smell of fireworks and scorched earth into the air and into the nose so violently and jerkily that it stimulated the survivors' tears, like a city completely destroyed by the war, mourning their own death.

This is......

After recognizing the broken city in front of her, which she had only been to once, but was too familiar to be familiar with, Veronica, who looked six or seven years younger, was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but bite her lip hard.

It's my dream...... The shattered city in front of you is the former county town of Lane County, and the city of Cornwall, which has been completely destroyed by the war.

Six years ago, in the Great Patriotic War, the mechanized troops of the kingdom and the country of the ice fields, Ashto, fought a full eleven rounds of battles in Cornwall, completely bombarding the originally prosperous Cornwall City into white ground, even counting those who fled early, more than half of the residents of Cornwall City were still killed and wounded.

And what he saw in front of him was the day after the sixth round of tug-of-war, the moment before the Ehito Kingdom was about to counterattack and start the seventh round of fierce battles, and what happened in the next two hours would be the deepest nightmare of his life.

Even though she was extremely resistant to move forward, the princess in her dream could not control her actions at all, so she could only follow her former self, with a large number of guards and ten field doctors, towards the dilapidated factory at the end of the alley.

It was a sugar factory that had been bombed repeatedly, and the Skittles produced in Cornwall were once all over the kingdom, and they were the rainbows that countless children dreamed of.

But after six rounds of scramble, the factory, which once held countless sweet memories, has been half blown down, with bullet holes in the walls, the steam hissing in the pipes, and the wreckage of the machine scattered everywhere.

Contrary to this dilapidated and scorching scene, the factory floor is covered with brightly colored syrup, and in the warehouse where the syrup was once stacked, dozens of citizens who have not had time to evacuate are hiding, waiting for the almost impossible rescue.

The princess in the dream heard the weak cry for help, and was anxiously directing the guards to pry the door open, and even opened the deformed door frame with her own hands, and rushed in first.

The afterglow of the setting sun poured into the room through the broken windows, casting several dappled lights and shadows in the half-ruined room, and a child with dirty syrup on her body was holding her doll, looking timidly at her, and the child was surrounded by more than thirty survivors.

After seeing the goal of her trip, the princess in the dream couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile, but the princess who knew that she was in the dream looked at the girl's hand, the cheek was shattered in half, and the face was like a doll smiling sadly, biting her lip tightly.

"Boom!"

With the sound of the air being torn apart, hundreds of bombs full of alchemical fuel, with a miserable white tail flame, tore through the dark red sunset, and fell on the streets and alleys of Cornwall, half of the collapsed sugar factory was completely in ruins, and the bright syrup all over the ground turned into a raging sea of orange and yellow fire.

"No !!"

At the moment when the bright flame was about to explode completely, the sleeping princess suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

However, even if she successfully got rid of the dream and broke free from the nightmare that had tormented her for six years before the most painful moment came, the thin nightdress on the princess's body was still soaked with cold sweat and clinged to her skin, making her whole body chill.

"Hoo ......"

Leaning on the head of the bed a little weakly, and after wheezing violently for a while, the princess, whose heartbeat slowly calmed down, did not try to fall asleep again, but turned over and got out of bed, drank a glass of cold water that had been cooled, and then walked to the table and sat down, opened the unfinished documents on the table, and silently picked up the quill.

The Nightmare King's curse.

Every direct descendant of the royal family will be haunted by nightmares for the rest of their lives in adulthood, and experience their deepest regrets and pains countless times in the most real nightmares.

But that's fine.

After approving the document in hand, Wang Nu turned her head, looked at the smiling tin doll on the shelf behind her, and after being silent for a while, she picked up a new document again.

The Nightmare King's curse is painful, but it is also a constant reminder that he has not forgotten what he once was, and that he will always remember what he should have done.

……

As the princess worked hard to write, the piles of papers on the table began to slowly decrease, but the ointment in the lamp began to fade away.

When there was a soft "crackling", the light in the lamp shook slightly, and the maid's soft call sounded at the door.

"Your Highness? Did you sleep? ”

"Not yet."

After picking up the tweezers and rolling the wick, and turning the dimmed lamp back on, Wang Nu continued to approve the documents while asking softly:

"What's the matter?"

"Her Highness Veronica...... It's your dear...... Well...... The Monsieur de Lyon is here, do you want to see him now? ”