Chapter 152

The imperial capital, Heidelberg, the palace of seclusion.

Without looking back, Marguerite III held out a hand to Hamden, who had just gathered her sweat.

Hamden, who had been in the position of imperial Prime Minister for nearly 20 years, immediately took out a small roll of paper from his sleeve and gently and skillfully handed it into the hand of Marguerite III.

Marguerite III drew back her hand, unfolded the paper gently, and swept through the fine text at a glance.

It is white and pliable. The white paper made of special formula has a wax like luster. On the right side of the paper roll, there is a dark nine headed serpent sword shield, which is the symbol of the intelligence headquarters of the Derun empire.

On the paper roll, the information of the Rittal family is recorded in detail.

From Hessen to Liya, from gorkin, Tifa, Joe to Weima, the information of the family is presented on the paper.

In the paper, Hessen was a native of a remote province in the northern part of the Empire. He joined the army when he was young. He killed nearly 100 prisoners who had already surrendered in the battlefield. He was expelled from the army and deprived of all the honors he had gained in the army, including an imperial medal for merit in brambles.

Because he was expelled in violation of military regulations, the most basic retirement allowance of Hessian company and the living allowance for veterans who continued to be paid afterwards were cancelled. When Hessen came home with nothing to earn, he took his family with him and went to port Tulun to make a living.

On the way to port Tulun, Hessen seems to have had an affair with some gangsters. Some of the old family members around him seem to have some dirty origins.

With the help of those old family members, a group of brave and ruthless killers managed to lay a small foundation in port Tulun.

In the first few years, in the face of the powerful Aboriginal forces in port Tulun, the witvus had a foothold, but only a foothold.

Ten years ago, Prince Roth's husband and two minor sons were assassinated, and the island of Garcia was shaken. The natives of jiaxijia colluded with the large Aboriginal families of port Tulun in an attempt to overthrow the Empire's rule in port Tulun and Garcia.

Hessen made a desperate effort to assist the Duke of Roth to explore the trends of the aboriginal big families in port Tulun, and even connected with some small families in jiaxijia Island, so as to make clear the plan of action of the mountain people in jiaxijia.

The Duke of Roth took advantage of the situation and carried out a crazy massacre, which almost flattened the thorns among the mountain people in jiaxijia Island, which scared a large Aboriginal family in port Tulun into fear and became sheep.

Hessen's adventure in return for a rich return, since then, the Rittal family was included in the protection of the Duke of Roth, symbolically charging the Rittal family a half of the net profit every year. The rose chamber of Commerce of the Rittal family, under the strong protection of the Duke of rose, expanded rapidly like a monster.

Under the patronage of Duke Ross, Hessen donated a large amount of consolation money to the garrison in Garcia Island, thus successfully promoted to the aristocracy with money. He got a word "Rong" in his name, and his rank was equivalent to that of an imperial baron.

After ten years of development, especially after the mid autumn massacre, the witwigs have become the "Tifa Ah, nice little girl. I like such a little girl. Gifted girl with super intelligence? Ho ho ho ho ho, very much like when I was young Well, the youngest probationary judge in the Empire? It's time for the judge, isn't it? Very good, Minister of justice, focus on this little girl. If she is a talent, she should dare to be promoted and be promoted in an unconventional way! "

Among a large number of imperial officials, a serious looking old man nodded slowly, without saying a word. He only remembered the name of Tifa, the eldest daughter of the Weitu family in port Tulun.

"Joe Lucky guy, in the investigation of the mid autumn massacre, many times to establish credit? I think it's good luck, but, to survive the shelling in the street, how lucky is the little guy? Marta, my dear, he's just a little less lucky than you

Marta XIII, with a reserved and embarrassed smile, rolled his eyes helplessly.

"But Joe's IQ When he was seven years old, he had an IQ score of 49? Ah, isn't this a retarded person? " Margaret III sneered: "can such an IQ be a representative of the outstanding graduates of the port TURUN School of justice?"

Among the important officials, several ministers bowed their heads, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from the back neck.

"There is no doubt that there is something illegal in this But in terms of his contribution to the Empire Oh no, hell, why should I help a fat, retarded kid cheat? "

"To make a written appeal to the dean of the port Tulun School of justice, only this time, and not again." Marguerite III murmured, "but he dares to clash in the street with the prodigy of St. Hilde's cathedral?"

"Well, mentally retarded children are all dead hearted. The prodigy has set an example. Such children don't pay much attention. They are more loyal and reliable..."

"Rose and vigrah sponsor him at the same time and award him the Empire's first bramble medal?"

"Ross may be fooling around, but the little guy vigrah, he's very conscientious and reliable."

"Therefore, this little fat man's merits should be solid." Margaret III looked up and glanced at Conrad standing at her desk. "Conrad, honey, this little guy has won the first bramble medal. What do you think?"Conrad's face turned black. The main credit for Joe's first-class bramble medal was to take back the Navy's survey data?

Joe stepped over the head of the Navy and reached for the medal.

Conrad, with his teeth clenched and a sullen face, said nothing. He did not want to answer his grandmother's question.

Sarian on one side said with a smile, "sire, as you say, vigrah is dutiful and reliable. This little guy named Joe deserves this first-class bramble medal for his performance in the investigation of the mid autumn massacre. "

Marguerite III smiles. She hands her right hand back. Ham steps forward and takes the roll back.

Marguerite III said softly: "the last Weima, the little girl doesn't need much attention for the time being Hamden, now the wittoos are in the practical sense of port Toulon The leader family. So, at least in name, the Empire has really and thoroughly mastered port Tulun. "

He let out a heavy breath: "Hamden, inform the house of Lords, and grant Hessen the rank of knighthood and a new order and ribbon. Well, because of his exploits, and his present status and influence, count of the Empire? I think so. "

Hamden bowed silently.

"Then, pay more attention to the Rittal family. I hope that the Rittal family will be loyal and dedicated to the Empire."

As Margaret III examined the materials on the paper roll, evaluated and issued orders, the fanatical typewriter had been pounding wildly, and lines of bloody handwriting were constantly rising above it, quietly suspended in the air.

Marguerite III squinted, turned her hands, and quietly looked at the bloody handwriting that kept coming out.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting. Marta, honey, do you think this little guy is lucky or not? Those bastards in the mid autumn massacre have been hit by him. "

Martha XIII smiles, and then he thinks for a moment, then says with a slow smile, "luck is part of strength. If he has such good luck in the future, it is worth cultivating. "

Marguerite III turned her head and rolled her eyes at Mata XIII.

After 90 years of age, Margaret III, at this moment, inexplicably reveals a girl's general amorous feelings.

Mata XIII laughed a few times and stood on tiptoe, almost whistling.

In the seclusion, Qiao stood in front of the old and tattered desk, facing the strange typewriter, and "Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa" he had seen and heard from the beginning of the mid autumn massacre investigation, and all his personal experiences, except those related to "scarlet" and "Laplacian", were recounted in detail.

Of course, Joe was not a broad-minded virgin, and in his statement he had to add oil and vinegar.

"Therefore, your majesty, the Marquis sijak's abuse of power and wantonly plunder and occupy the folk industry is undoubtedly shameless and despicable, and does not conform to the status and system of the nobility."

"In particular, in front of so many people, he attacked me with heavy hands. I can even suspect that he has secret connections with some of the perpetrators of the mid autumn massacre."

Sijak's face twisted, and he raised his head angrily, his triangular eyes almost round at Joe.

Just now, when sijak made his statement, Marguerite III did not reply, not a word The more so, the more frightened he was.

He had served for the Empire for decades, and he was well aware of Margaret III's strength and hegemony, and of the old grandmother's terror.

Margaret III made no reply to his statement. It was like an invisible sword hanging on his head, which could fall at any time and cut him off.

Sijake's heart has been seven up and down, suffering to the extreme.

Joe is still here to add fuel to the well, sijake's heart suddenly flashed a lot of vicious ideas, just with some of his bad thoughts last night.

On the typewriter, a line of bloody handwriting floated out: "is that it? The old lady is a little angry Damn fat man, go on, how did you get rid of that The damned thug leader? "

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