Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for many people.

As a world-renowned adventurer, scientist and rich man, Sir Charles was awarded honorary jazz by many countries. This time he received an invitation from the Marquis of Whitehead. The Jazz even received a handwritten letter from the Marquis of the Marquis, who wanted to know some specific situations of the Jazz exploring the Dead Desert.

So Sir Charles brought Jessica to the Governor's House.

Because there are too many important people attending the banquet today, the Special Security Bureau has controlled all nearby neighborhoods, and all citizens have been ordered to stay at home and not be allowed to go out. Even for some people who live here and return late due to special circumstances, the Security Bureau does not allow them to enter the blockade area.

"Search for a night in any place!"

Without the invitation letter from the Governor's Office, no one is allowed to approach here.

The security near the Governor's Office was in charge of the Royal Musketeers Cavalry Regiment. All guests who came to attend the banquet would have a Musketeers wearing Royal Army dresses, escorting their carriages to the front of the Governor's Office.

The carriage that Sir Charles and Jessica were riding in was five security bureau inspections along the way before being taken over by a Royal Musketeer cavalry.

The carriage was driving on the grass in front of the Governor's Mansion, and there were musketeers wearing red royal army dresses everywhere. The white building in the Governor's Mansion was getting closer and closer, and the lights made the inside and outside of the Governor's Mansion bright as daylight, and you could clearly see the vehicles parked in front of the gate.

Jessica, wearing aquamarine evening gown, looked at the six Imperial soldiers following outside the carriage and said to the Jazz: "Why did the Emperor of Florminke appoint Governor of Marcelus at this time? She also transferred a division to the Royal Musketeer Cavalry Regiment...

Is it going to fight?"

Whenever Sir Charles had time, he would read the notes he recorded. He wore monocles and a ball of light rose from the top of his cane to illuminate the words on his notebook.

Regarding Jessica's question, Jazz did not look away and replied while looking: "This is where I didn't like this world before. They all wanted to send the other party to the gallows, but they were all shaking hands intimately like old friends. They were all selfish for power and fame and fortune, but they were talking for the "people" and for the "country".

If there is a way, I wouldn't want to attend such a banquet."

"But the Marquis Whitehead wrote you personally, and he seemed very interested in the Desert of Death."

The Jazz said: "Many people are interested in the Dead Desert, which is the world of the dead, a treasure house that has not been developed. The Empire sponsors us to explore the Desert Desert, not just searching for ancient ruins, but also minerals and all the valuable things.

The most important thing is…the feasibility of transforming the Dead Desert.

The Death Desert is not short of water. It is close to the eastern coast. The rainfall in this desert is actually more than that in most parts of the Flormink Empire. However, the spread of death energy prevents any creature from growing in the Death Desert...

If you can find a place with thin dead energy, you may be able to transform an oasis.

Do you know what the oasis means to the empire?”

Jessica still has this knowledge, she said: "The land of the empire has been expanded and its control over the Dosan Railway has been increased. With the supply stations along the way, the railway can be repaired quickly once it is destroyed. If the oasis can connect the Florminck land with Marceles, then Marceles can gradually integrate into the empire.

The Flormink Empire can truly own the sea and become a maritime country."

Sir Charlton sighed: "Yes, the Florminck Empire has occupied Marcels for so long, but it has not become a maritime state. The empires in the deep inland lack understanding of the ocean, and shipbuilding technology is almost blank. Although Marcels has shipbuilding technology, in this situation, how can they be trusted by the empire?

The fleet of the Flormink Empire was also under the name of the Azure Corps, and the small offshore fleet was already very behind.

The Death Desert is stuck in the throat of the Flormink Empire. If the Empire wants to go out of the mainland, it must at least have a corridor on top of death, rather than a railway where only one bomb can paralyze it for a long time."

Jessica nodded: "But is there an oasis in the Death Desert? There are undead everywhere, especially at night."

Sir Charles closed the notebook in his hand and put it back in his pocket. He said, "It depends on whether your ancestors want it or not. I think the entire Death Desert is the territory of your family. In a sense, you are the most noble person at this banquet and own the most land area.

Get out of the car, my princess, we're here."

As soon as the Jazz finished speaking, the carriage stopped at the gate of the Governor's Mansion. A musketeer opened the door. Jessica, who was beautiful and full of energy, made the soldiers who served as the waiter look at it a few more: "Dear sir, beautiful lady. This is the Governor's Mansion of Marcelus. You are welcome to attend the banquet held by Marquis Whitehead. Please get off the car..."

Sir Charles took his cane and walked out of the carriage first. Jessica followed him with her skirt, then walked towards the gate with her arm under the soldiers. At this time, many guests had gathered outside the door, waiting for the guards to enter the Governor's Mansion.

"Sir, Miss, please show your invitation." It was soon Jazz and Jessica's turn. After Jazz handed the invitation out, the magician in charge of safety checked the anti-counterfeiting magic mark on the invitation and said to the two: "For the safety of this banquet, all weapons must be handed over. The magician can keep your magic wands, but do not easily make dangerous moves at the banquet, and do not release magic."

Jessica suddenly had a strange expression, and she asked, "Do you have to hand over any weapon?"

Jessica's words aroused the magician's alertness, and he warned: "Yes, if you undoubtedly do something harmful to others at the banquet, then please hand over all the illegal weapons and we will help you keep them properly and then exchange them for you after the banquet.

You don't have to worry about your safety at the banquet, here are the most elite royal musketeers and the Marquis' private guard."

Sir Charlton guessed that Jessica must have brought a weapon secretly, and he advised: "Jessica, carrying weapons is disrespectful to the banquet host. If you really bring any dangerous items, take them out here."

"All right……"

Jessica said reluctantly, then lifted the edge of her skirt and reached into her skirt and pulled it out.

Three revolver holsters, two daggers, and one belt full of bullets...

Jessica pulled out her weapons from her skirt one by one, staring at the guards around her and the guests waiting behind her.

The Jazz didn't expect Jessica to bring so many things. He smiled awkwardly and wanted to explain, but the magician shouted, "Catch them both..."

The musketeers surrounded Jazz and Jessica.

"This is a misunderstanding..." Jazz explained while preparing to defend against magic: "My assistant attended such a banquet for the first time. She didn't know the rules of the banquet. We have no intention of hurting anyone, I am willing to accept your investigation..."

Just as the scene was in tension, Miss Anne walked out of the carriage at this moment, and she came over to the soldiers holding the guns and the magicians who took out the magic wands, "This is Sir Charles and Miss Jessica, guests of the Empire. Both are outstanding adventurers, and carrying weapons is just a habit.
Chapter completed!