Infant Shiro sat at a delicate little round table full of hot food, turning over the meat on the plate with little appetite.

"Eat, Captain," said Sether, who greeted him rather warmly, "a man who skips breakfast is like a loose bow and arrow, and he can't shoot the spot. The emperor made a rare and rather vulgar analogy, and instead of compromising his identity, he became affectionate.

"But Your Majesty," said Infant Zhibai, with the same style of vulgarity, "my arrows are on the string, and you won't let me draw my bow." ”

"Okay, well, you're such a nobleman with no interest, no wonder there are only a handful of women who like you," Seser smirked at Sangjie, "You should learn from the Prime Minister how to make yourself more attractive." I went to the Seven-Nation Alliance for a meeting, and almost all the women asked me about the Mulberry Rank. Alright, I can see that you have something to report to me in person, is it about that slave?"

So Infant Zhibai described the terrible trip to the black grave to the emperor in detail, except for the part where he touched the demon's stamp, and Sang Jie's ears pricked up to avoid missing a word.

"So, do black grave pits really exist? It seems that not all Semitic legends are nonsense. What's that slave's name?"

"Hidden eyebrows, Your Majesty. ”

"Hidden eyebrows......," Seth repeated with a slight frown, "you put her in your mansion?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. And I sent the musician who sang in my house that day to take care of her, because she, well," Infant Shiro suddenly stammered, and thought of the scene again, "because she was in very bad condition. ”

"I appreciate the bravery and fearlessness of the Privy Envoy," Sang Jie's sudden interjection, "but it is a serious violation of the law to bring back to his own mansion a felony appointed by the Emperor without permission, let alone allowing the people of the Cloud Palace to have access to this slave before His Majesty's interrogation, which is tantamount to opening the door to endless rumors and speculations. ”

"That's why I'm going to report to Your Majesty in person," Ying Zhibai looked at the Emperor firmly, and made up his mind to ignore Sang Jie, "General Zhang is the first-class warden who manages all the prisons in Seser City, when did he discover the black grave pit that we all thought existed only in folk superstitions? How long did he find it? Why didn't he report it to His Majesty? This is one of them. Second, it took years for my spies abroad to track down the whereabouts of Hidden Eyebrow, how could he manage to control my informant to get clues and act first, and unknowingly put her in the Black Grave Pit, as far as I know he was a money-hungry and lustful warden, how did he do all this? What was the purpose of his imprisonment? I don't think he was determined to solve the Emperor's problems because of that dream of the Seven Stars, and I have reason to believe that my informant died in some unknown corner because of his loyalty to His Majesty, and there was no one to bury him. ”

"Thirdly, Semier had been imprisoned with his father in my pigeon cage before, and before I had assumed this position, the emperor had placed them there with a treatment that no captives enjoyed. However, in the year of the Emperor's death, all the prisons in the city of Sethor were renovated and arranged, and you also know what happened next, and when the prisons were transferred, Semier disappeared, and it was not until I found the hidden eyebrows from the black tomb that I found that he was also there. He was completely blind and had a severe case of the Purple Cloud Flower Virus, and frankly it was a miracle that he was still able to breathe. ”

"You're right, what's your point?"

"Your Majesty, my opinion is," Infant no White glanced angrily at the Sang Steps, "This is a conspiracy, a vicious conspiracy to jeopardize your rule!"