Old Mrs. Mary hummed a song, took a brisk little jump, and rushed back to the kitchen.

Tifa looked at the back of Mrs. Mary and said softly: "What a happy old lady."

Qiao glared through the window and looked fiercely at the students from the second university who were still on the street outside. Perhaps because of face-saving problems, he still couldn't get away with them. He patted his belly with both hands.

“The things made are delicious, well, very delicious!”

Thinking of the delicacies made by Old Lady Mary, Joe became in a bad mood because of Margo's random intrusion and quickly improved.

He no longer looked at the students outside who pointed at him, with his hands light and slapped his belly at the rhythm of a cavalry march, and said sincerely: "If it weren't too disrespectful, I would like to invite her to be the chef of Apophis Palace... In this way, we will have top-notch food every day."

"But, it's good now." Qiao shook his head and slapped Weima on the back of the head: "It's good now... The grimace shopkeeper has a saying that it's right. You can't enjoy all the blessings. People should be content and cherish their blessings."

The blonde waitress brought a large glass of beer.

Qiao picked up the wine glass, 'gudong' and killed half of the beer in one sip, and then burped with satisfaction: "Ah, I suddenly miss the Ghost Face Uncle, especially his strange delicacies. I don't know, is he eating roasted scorpions now? Or fried centipedes?"

Tifa and Weima's faces changed slightly at the same time.

Old Mrs. Mary had already rushed back to the kitchen. She hummed a song and took out a few pickled lamb legs from the freezer.

A wisp of black air flew up from her head, and it passed through the crack of the back door of the kitchen in a "swish" and flew out of nowhere in an instant. She hummed a song gently, hung several lamb legs into the oven, and suddenly grinned and smiled slightly.

"Haha, Margo...if it wasn't Mata..."

As the cold wind whistled, Marge put his hands in his pocket of his coat and hurriedly walked across several streets. Every time he walked across a street corner, he quickly looked around, looking guilty.

After rushing out of most of the block, Margo suddenly stopped.

He stood under a big tree full of ice, with a gloomy face and stared at the pedestrians and carriages passing by on the street.

"Well, why am I panic?"

"Ha, Margo, why are you panic?"

"No need, no need, no need... So what if that guy is secretly investigating me? So what if Salian is investigating me? Can they find out what?"

"Impossible, they can't find anything."

"So, why am I panic? Oh, yes, I was thinking about Tifa, but isn't this a normal thing? Nothing fuss, this is a normal thing."

"Oh, so what if my actions are revealed today?"

"Mag, Marg, Marg... You have been hiding yourself too perfectly, so, you suddenly get exposed once, and you can't stand such an impact? This is not good, this is not good, you are not mature enough, you still need to continue working hard."

"Well, learn from the old fox in Florence. When can I be as cunning as he is, then..."

Margo squinted his eyes and smiled softly.

"The only trouble now is to clean up the beginning and end. The students present today must let them shut up obediently... I am a member of the royal family. If this matter is not spread, it will not be spread... Of course, even if it is leaked, it will be nothing."

"But, I do intend to use them today...must turn back the bad impressions in their hearts."

"Well, young people are easy to deal with. So, give them some daily points and care about their lives... to have a happy New Year party? Then, I would like to suggest that after they graduate, I can give them a recommendation opportunity to study for senior graduate students?"

"Very good, just do it. Young people have not been polluted by this materialistic society. They... are easy to deal with."

Margo smiled proudly.

He stood on tiptoe, grabbed a handful of snow that was almost made of ice from a branch, and wiped it hard on his face.

The snow melted on the face and turned into snow water, washing away the blood and dirt on the face.

A trace of black air lingered on Marge's face, and his nose bridge, which was broken by Qiao's punch, quickly recovered - the broken bones were like living things, quickly retracted under the skin, and the broken bones were piece by piece, forming a high-tempered, perfect nose bridge again.

Taking out the handkerchief and wiping the snow water on his face, Margo straightened his waist and thought with a frown.

"Then, will it not work to retaliate against the Vitu family by Tifa? They have instinctive warning to me. This is my mistake. Unexpectedly, they are actually wary of me in advance."

"Then, use another method."

"The Vitu family has several sales channels in Heida Fort. Let's break down these sales channels first. Everyone on these lines will have to die... and it will be very miserable and terrifying!"

"Haha, Tifa...and that cute little girl, Weima!"

"Ah, I like Weima more than Tifa... When this little girl in bud is about to burst, she will definitely give the fools of the Vitu family the greatest pain and fear, right?"

"I have already..."

Margo's body shivered slightly, his eyes turned black, his pupils turned into broken gold, and then slowly stretched, turning into a pair of cold and ruthless vertical pupils.

A black painted carriage drove quickly along the street.

Margo instinctively looked at the carriage, and his eyes quickly swept across the carriage's door, shaft, wheel, and axle. His face twitched slightly, and his pure black eyes quickly returned to its original state, and his broken golden vertical pupils also returned to normal.

He drooped his face, made a haggard and sad expression, and stood quietly on the sidewalk.

The black painted carriage came to Margo, and the car door suddenly opened, and Mata XIII poked his head out of it: "Magg, come in!"

Margo hesitated for a moment, and he took a step back: "Your Highness, I..."

Mata XIII hooked his fingers towards Maga, and an invisible force swept over. Maga couldn't help but step forward. He leaned against the car door, and Mata XIII slapped him in the face.

With a crisp sound of "bang", Margo was pulled over and fell to the ground. A dark red palm print on his white face was clearly visible. He covered his face and lay on the cold sidewalk, without moving for a long time.

"If you make a mistake, you must be punished. Since you don't want to come up, then just receive the punishment here."

Mata XIII walked out of the carriage, stood beside Marg, looking down at him: "What have you done wrong?"

Marg rubbed his face hard and got up with a little difficulty.

He stood in front of Mata Thirteen, gently smoothed out the somewhat messy coat, and whispered: "I have only done this for so many years... and, I have not succeeded and have not caused any harm to them."

"But why?" Mata XIII looked at Margo with her hands behind her back: "You have been quiet for so many years. I have even suggested to Mary to reply to your Duke's title and restore you to a certain amount of power."

"This time, why are you making a mistake?"

Margo was silent for a long time, then he lowered his head and whispered: "But they bought the Apophis Palace... Your Highness, the Apophis Palace, has my childhood memories."

"You know, I am much smarter than ordinary people. I can clearly remember all my memories since I was one year old... Apophis Palace, that palace, I have lived in it... How dare they buy Apophis Palace? That is a kind of, a kind of, an insult."

"Then, you can go to the duel directly with Joe." Mata XIII swung his left hand and left another clear slap mark on Margo's right face, knocking Margo to the ground again.

"If you go to Duel Joe, Mary and I will not have any objection." Mata XIII said coldly: "But you chose the self-righteous cleverness and tricks... Do you want to deliberately approach Tifa and then use her to revenge the Vitu family?"

"Don't you think that this method is too despicable, too shameless, and too ignorant?"

Mata XIII said coldly: "What you do today reminds me of your grandfather... If he didn't like to use such small means..."

Margo struggled to stand up and smoothed his coat again.

"I was wrong... I just... for a moment, I was stunned by anger... But since I heard that they bought the Apophis Palace, I, I, I... I can't sleep at night these days."

"I want to go over the duel, but will he agree?"

"I, I, I am alone...How can I defeat a family with one force?"

"I... sorry, Your Highness, I really have no choice, so I chose this... this kind of despicable means. But luckily, I didn't succeed."

"Because Joe has been conducting the most in-depth investigation of you for a long time. He mobilized intelligence personnel from the Army Department and spies from the Supervision Department. I also have a report he received for investigation." Mata XIII said without any concealment: "Your student Miken is involved in the turmoil in the imperial capital..."

"I don't, it's not me, how could it be?" Margo suddenly raised his head, and said hurriedly with a pale face: "Your Highness, I know that you have been monitoring me for years... How could I do such a thing? I can't do it, nor can I."

Mata XIII stared at Mag deeply.

"Yes, I've been staring at you all these years... You've been acting perfectly over the years."

"Perhaps there is a deliberate performance in this... But it must be said that over the years, your performance has been much better than Isaac, and is much better than those little bastards such as Fricett, Magnan, and Makai."

Mata XIII was silent for a long time, and then gently patted Maga's shoulder.

"No revenge on the Vitu family... This is Mary's warning."

"Then, this year's New Year celebration, the banquet at Hydra Palace, you can attend."

"It must be admitted that over the years, your performance has been perfect... You are different from Doran and Hillman... So, I suggest Mary, give you a chance."

"After all, our blood flows in you, Marg."

"Remember, you will attend the New Year's Celebration Party that will start at 3:00 tomorrow. Dress up with a more majestic... The clothes you are wearing now...even if it is a performance, it is too much."
Chapter completed!