"This is a total little bastard."

Margaret III whispered his comments on Joe.

"Even if he hadn't done what he had just said, at least he had seen it with his own eyes." Margaret III shrugged and sighed: "This is a very Jiasican method of doing things!"

Prince Salian, who was standing at the desk, smiled and said, "Your Majesty, so Tulum Port and Kasica Island need more empire rule. Only the rule of law of the empire can turn that barbaric land into a prosperous and fertile land for the people to live and work in peace and contentment."

Prince Conrad, who was standing on the other side of the desk, glanced at Prince Salian, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy.

This is really nice... What a good kid who can make the old woman happy!

"That's right, Salian, only the empire can make Tulum Port more prosperous, and only the empire can make Gassica peaceful and peaceful." Margaret III smiled and clapped his hands, and said softly: "Joe, retreat, Viglar, you must have a different statement, right?"

Joe took two steps back and stood beside Hesen.

Marquis Seajac had a distorted face, tilting his head and staring at Joe without any concealment.

Everyone could hear Qiao's words just now, and they were completely sincere - he really wanted to throw Marquis Seajac into a beer barrel and sink to the sea!

Not to mention, when he made a statement to Margaret III just now, he said so many things that were unfavorable to the Marquis of Seajac.

This is a complete breakup.

Joe felt the malicious gaze of Marquis of Seajac. He also turned his head and stared at Marquis of Seajac. He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, then stretched out his thumb, slowly, and scratched his thumb from the left side of his neck to the right, and made an extremely bad neck cutting action.

In the Southern Special Zone, especially in the area around Jiasica Island, this means a blood feud that will never end!

The Marquis of Seajac gritted his teeth hard, and the sound of grinding teeth sounded in the hall.

Hessen and Duke Ross looked at Marquis Seajac at the same time. The folding fan in Duke Ross's hand shook gently, and wisps of red light like flames slowly rippled on the edge of the fan; suddenly a bean-like joint collision sound burst out from Hessen's body, which was loud and crisp, like a sword made of fine steel.

The Marquis of Seajac was stunned for a moment. He was about to speak when a cold voice from Viglar, who was already standing at the desk, rang out: "Don't be rude before your superiors... Master Seajac, pay attention to your decent attitude as a Marquis of the Empire."

Marquis Seajac's face twitched, and countless thin bloodshots emerged from his eyes.

It was clearly Joe who was provoking him, it was clearly Duke Ross and Hessen who were intimidating him, but... why was he the one who was scolded?

The Marquis of Seajac looked humiliated and his head was lowered, and the fierce light flashed in his triangle eyes, and countless mixed thoughts kept rolling in his mind.

"Dear Your Majesty, please forgive me for summoning the parties involved to make a statement to you today." Viglar said in a deep voice: "The Rafa incident happened on the night of July 28, July 29, 30, July 1, and today's day. I have been investigating the causes and consequences of this matter."

"The investigation process and all the clues found in the investigation are in this document."

Viglar took out a paper roll of eight inches wide and about one inch in diameter and brought it to the typewriter.

In the imperial capital and above the typewriter in Tulun Port, countless messy blood-colored words were sprayed out at the same time, and a large number of twisted punctuation marks flashed randomly in the air.

‘Help, help, who will save me…’

‘I hate this feeling, no, no, don’t break into my body…’

‘Let me go, let me go, I’m so pitiful, I’m so pitiful…’

‘Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this?’

‘What am I doing wrong? Don’t stuff these terrible, weird things into my body…’

‘Please, oh, don’t…’

In the Hall of Clost, Margaret III and below, the faces of the great empires were all black.

In the claustrophobic place, Duke Ross covered his face with a folding fan.

Qiao looked at the typewriter in a daze, and his mind was blank for a moment.

Hesen coughed heavily and smiled dryly, "His Excellency Viglar, this guy, really has personality... haha!"

In the Hall of Clossus, a large shadow appeared behind Margaret, and a strange "hiss" sound emerged from the void. Huge pressure and terrifying evil power surged out like a tsunami, suppressing everyone in the Hall of Clossus without any expression.

"Shut up, damn thing, this is not your first time. Don't do such an exaggerated performance every time!" Margaret resisted the urge to draw his sword to split the damn typewriter into two pieces, and scolded sternly: "Don't do it, a powerful empire must be you!"

"Work hard, or completely seal you for a hundred years!" The golden divine light gushed in Margaret III's eyes. On the walls of the Palace of Closing, shadows like giant snakes were squirming violently, and the walls made an overwhelming "crack" sound, as if a giant object was about to break out of an unfathomable space.

"I've passed!" The messy blood-colored handwriting on the typewriter suddenly became extremely neat and tidy.

"I'm done, I accept my fate, come on, trample on me, ravage me, torture me to the fullest..." A line of characters that were bigger and thicker, and the color became more and more red, floating above the typewriter, and finally followed by a dozen exclamation marks as dazzling as blood drops.

Margaret III lowered his head slightly and pressed his forehead hard.

She took a deep breath and pointed hard at the typewriter on the desk.

A court clerk quickly walked up, took out a paper roll of eight inches wide and about five inches in diameter, carefully pulled out more than a foot of white paper, and clamped it on a slot under the typewriter.

In the claustrophobic place, Viglar also acted like this.

With a 'crunch' sound, the typewriter in the claustrophobic place beats quickly, and a small roll of paper rolls rolled, and the densely packed paper rolls were swallowed by the typewriter bit by bit.

In the claustrophobic Hall, the paper roll was also pulled into the typewriter bit by bit, and then with the sound of "crunch and crack", the white paper spit out from the other side of the typewriter, which was densely covered with blood words.

The statement prepared by Viglar is about three thousand words.

In just about a minute, Viglar's statement was swallowed by the typewriter without any scraps of paper left.

In the Hall of Clost, the statement with exactly the same content had reached Margaret III. She held the report in both hands and carefully reviewed it word by word.

The claustrophobic temple was so quiet that a needle fell to the ground that it was clearly heard. Hamden and other important officials of the empire all looked at the statement documents in the hands of Margaret III with trepidation.

Who knows what Viglar wrote on it?

After half a quarter of an hour, Margaret III breathed heavily.

She closed her eyes, was silent for a while, and then nodded slowly: "Then, Ross, Viglar, you will send an elite force to assist Seajac and send Rafa and the Chapter of Wall to the capital."

"Didn't Fickel go to Port Tulum? Come here on his Royal Special Train."

"Seaco, you haven't come to the capital for many years. This time you come here, stay in the capital for a while. After staying in the south for so long, you must have a very deep understanding of the customs and customs of the south. You can tell more to the old friends of the capital."

"You will take charge of Viglar, and Ross and Seajac's position during this period of time when he came to the capital."

"By the way, you will sort out Tulun Port and Kassica Island more carefully."

"Seaco, don't waste time, set off now."

"Today's statement, I have known the causes and consequences of things, Viglar, Ross, and that little bastard Joe, you have done a good job. I hope you can continue to work hard for the empire!"

"All investigations of the Zhongqiu bloody case will be completely concluded here. All subsequent aftermath will be taken over by the imperial capital."

With a 'click', all the mechanical buttons on the typewriter pressed heavily at the same time, and then bounced back to their original position with a 'bang'.

A little bit of thin blood light kept spraying out of the typewriter, spraying to a height of seven or eight feet high, and then the thin blood light exploded with a "bang", and it exploded into a fist-sized ball of light flashing.

Just like the fireworks set off on Tulum Port City Hall Square during festivals.

Everyone could feel the joy and joy of the typewriter, and at the same time, a line of fine blood words appeared slowly in the flashing light ball: "Praise the damn Muteste, this damn little bitch... Do you know what the happiest thing in life is? Of course, it's time to finish the work and go home to make a salted fish!"

Qiao's eyes widened.

This is a taboo thing!

Qiao felt quite the same for the half sentence in the back of the typewriter... But the half sentence in the first sentence is such a blasphemous word...

If such a taboo thing falls into the hands of the church, it will be chopped and burned as firewood as soon as possible?

Viglar turned around, and his gray eyes swept hard over the Marquis of Seajac, whose legs were obviously weak: "Your Majesty has heard the will. Then, Lord Ross, for the next period of time, you and I will jointly manage all the affairs of the Intelligence Headquarters in the Southern Special Zone. You are the main one, and I will assist and supervise it."

Duke Ross nodded slightly.

Viglar turned to the Marquis of Seajac: "Then, Lord Seajac, please prepare to set out. With your majesty's character, if you can safely send the Rafa and Wall's chapters to the imperial capital, you still have a chance to atone for your sins."

"Of course, I will do my best to fulfill your majesty's will." Marquis Sejac immediately straightened his body, and a little more dull look on his dead gray face.

Duke Ross left Vigral's residence in the carriage of Hessen and Joe.

Behind them, a large group of inspectors in black uniforms rushed into Major General Papasi's residence, carried out the orders of Margaret III, arrested Major General Papasi and prepared to send him to military court.

Of course, this is the mission of the Inspectorate, and it has nothing to do with Duke Ross and Hessen and his son.

The orders of Duke Ross have been sent out, and an elite army will wait at the train station, cooperate, or monitor the Marquis of Seajac to escort Rafa and the Chapter of Wall to the imperial capital.

In the carriage, Duke Ross shook the small folding fan in his hand and looked at Joe with a smile on his face.

"The Intelligence Headquarters? Hey, this is a good job... Qiao, let's arrange a position for intelligence officer of the Intelligence Headquarters that belongs directly to me? It's fast promotion, rich in fuel and water. Various welfare subsidies are more than ten times that of other departments. It's a good job!"
Chapter completed!