Chapter 187

Medland glory calendar, September 27, 1379.

Night.

Port Toulon, underground of vigrah residence, a seclusion.

The fanatical typewriter made a "hissing" sound, and a large amount of red writing, like fireworks, floated in front of vigrah, the Duke of Roth and Frederick.

Margaret III's orders were rude and direct, and Philip let out an incredible roar, and his face turned pale. He waved his hands weakly and wildly, wide eyed, and looked at vigrah in horror.

"Uncle vigrah How is that possible? Is this information true? "

Viglars looked at Frederick seriously: "there is no doubt that the information is true."

A line of cold sweat came down on Frederick's forehead. He waved his hands and roared, "it's none of my business."

Viglars nodded solemnly: "I believe it has nothing to do with you, Frederick. Don't be nervous As a member of the imperial family, you can't sell the top secrets of the Empire. "

Taking a deep breath, vigrah narrowed his eyes and fixed his eyes on Frederick: "but, dear Frederick, are you sure that the people around you, your followers, those staff, are really loyal to you, to the Empire?"

Frederick opened his mouth, and his body was wobbly. His hair, which was slick and smooth, was clinging to his scalp like a layer of gray tinplate. It was soaked with sweat, and it was hanging on his scalp in a disorderly way. Several strands of disordered hair were hanging down from his forehead, sticking to his face in confusion and dripping with sweat.

"I, I..." "Simon, I'm going to kill him!" Frederick growled

Frederick's mood was on the verge of collapse, and his eyes were straggling, almost hysterical.

The previous collusion between henneville and Marcos and the blood sail pirate group was nothing at all. Frederick was sure that 10% of the time, at most, it cost a little bit of money to put this matter down.

But all of a sudden, there are so many deadly top secrets related to the Navy.

It's like a child playing with fire and being caught by the elders of the family. This is a small matter of being slapped on the buttocks and being taught a lesson at most. But all of a sudden, the child playing with fire found that a big house in his house was burning, and all the suspicion of arson pointed to himself who played with fire

Frederick was in such a panic that he had never been in his life.

Vigrah clapped his hands gently, and several inspectors in black came out of the door and quickly surrounded Frederick.

"No, Frederick, you can't do anything now. In my official residence, there are special rooms for you and all the people around you. From now on, you can only stay in the room alone and cooperate with my investigation. "

Vigrah looked at Frederick deeply: "I give you a task. These little guys from the imperial capital around you, all their information, their families, their elders, their kinship and social relations, their present situation of their families, their relations outside the country..."

"Don't leave out anything you know. Write it all out."

Frederick kept nodding. He was soft and swaying from side to side like a rusty pendulum.

Vigrah shook his head helplessly.

The two inspectors rearranged the confidential information, carefully sealed it in a file bag, and handed it to vigrah with a serious look.

Different from the ignorant and ignorant Joe, these inspectors only read the titles of these materials, and they know how deadly these materials are - this is the real life-threatening thing. Many of the unfortunate people involved this time will lose their lives because of these materials.

Among them, there must be a lot of great people who were originally famous for a time!

Margaret III was never a soft hearted person.

The wardens in the seclusion are also cursing wildly in their hearts. After handling these materials, their words, deeds and actions will be closely monitored for a long time to come.

It's ok if the information hasn't been leaked. If there's any leakage They're all in bad luck!

Even if they have not read the details of these materials, the "suspicion" can not be cleared.

For these inspectors, this is also a disaster.

Who are they calling on and who are they provoking?

How can this kind of thing mix them up?

On the fanatical typewriter, large pieces of red writing are constantly emerging.

In the imperial capital, Margaret III asked, "who discovered this information? Tell me the details. "

Vigrah was silent for a moment, then he raised his voice: "Your Majesty, it's Joe, the first rank officer of the port TURUN police station, lefegon Branch He is in the official residence of the minister. Can he make a statement in person

The Duke of Roth, with a small folding fan, sighed heavily and muttered to himself, "this year's luck is really bad. I've been busy all day, and I feel that I have trouble every day Ah, Little Joe... "In the palace of seclusion, the imperial capital, Marguerite III raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Joe Rong Vito? Is that the name? Is it the little guy with good luck in the investigation of the mid autumn massacre? How interesting

Since Marguerite III had said "interesting", half a quarter of an hour later, Joe, who did not know how much storm he had caused, stood in front of the fanatical typewriter and said in a solemn voice, "Your Majesty, your loyal subject, Joe Yung ritto, give you the highest respect!"

On the fanatical typewriter, a line of blood appeared: "Joe, tell me about this time."

Joe blinked and exclaimed, "ah, it's a very simple story, your majesty. I just took my brothers to do a big case. They worked hard. I invited them to the masked cat club to have a drink and have some fun. "

"Have fun? Well, I can understand, young people, that we should have some fun. As long as we don't violate the law and discipline, I can understand. "

"What's next?" Margaret III asked curiously.

"Next, I heard that a group of expensive young men from other places were paying for the personal data of my sister Tifa." Joe's face darkened. "I was curious who was behind Tiffany's ideas, so I hooked up with a little girl from the club and asked her to take me to meet the bastards who bought the information."

"Buy your sister Tifa's profile?" Margaret III asked curiously again, "where is the masked cat club?"

"Your Majesty, the masked cat club is a semi public stronghold of Al's in port Toulon." Vigrah stood aside and gave the answer instead of Joe: "the founders of this club, and the directors of today's Council, are members of al."

"However, as far as we know, these directors are only junior members of Al, and they can only be regarded as marginal figures of al." "Among them, there are the former president of the port Toulon district court, three former curators of the port Tulun library, and a few painters and writers who are well-known in the area."

"As you know, Al has a lot of these semi public fringe figures They are proud to be members of Al, but there is still a great distance between them and the real core of Al

In the seclusion hall, Marguerite III nodded slowly, and she murmured to herself, "a semi public al stronghold? Well, those shallow guys can't touch such high-end imperial secrets. "

Joe looked at vigrah and continued, "I followed the little girl from the club to Simon and their place Then, I heard them insulting my sister, Tifa, with the most obscene language So I rushed in and beat Simon

Joe, in a rage, repeated Simon's and a bunch of dandies.

In the seclusion hall, Marguerite III's face became extremely gloomy. She turned around and took a deep look at the important officials behind her: "whose child is this Simon? When did the young nobles of the Empire degenerate to this degree? "

"They are so insulting and disrespectful to women Isn't their mother a woman? Or, they think, I'm not a woman? "

"Hamden, my prime minister, you have to sum up this matter with the elders of the house of Lords and the Minister of education. The future of the Durham Empire must not be left to a jerk like Simon. "

"By the way, what's Simon's child? To be able to say such an asshole's words, it can be seen that his tutor is very problematic Did his elders hold imperial positions? If there is, Wenzel, make a thorough investigation. "

Hamden, the Prime Minister of the Empire, who was also in cold sweat, bowed deeply to Marguerite III. he was very respectful and afraid to say a word more.

Hamden sighed in his heart, very good, very good.

With the words of Marguerite III, even if Simon had nothing to do with the confidential information, he would be finished, and his elders would be ruined Hamden had a little impression that this unfortunate boy named Simon, whose father was a powerful official in the imperial treasury.

Hamden's heart suddenly jerked violently.

Damn it, if Simon really has something to do with this classified information The Ministry of finance is directly under the control of Hamden's authority. If Simon's father has problems, he has to bear the blame!

In the seclusion, Qiao chatted and talked.

"I gave Simon a good beating, and then, by his side, I found a stack of information Although I don't understand how important those materials are, I still know the words "top secret."

"So as soon as I had my brothers arrest Simon and his gang, and I personally delivered the information to the residence of Lord vigrah." "After all, in port Toulon, the only people who have the right to dispose of this information are the Lord vigrah and the Duke of rose. They are here today!"

Margaret III was silent for a while, and then she let out a heavy breath."Joe, you've saved the empire a great loss Your contribution is no less than an epic victory on the battlefield. "

"I remember your merits." Margaret III finally said so.

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