Hydra Palace, Royal Secret Prison.

The black prison deep underground is brightly lit, and the spacious cell is cleaned clean, and all the furnishings are no different from the super suites in luxury hotels. The spacious four-poster bed, leather sofas, antique-grade furniture, and a large number of silk and brocade living utensils are available.

The only thing that has something to do with the Black Prison is probably the metal prison door that is more than one foot thick, and the peeping gap on the prison door that is three fingers wide and two feet long.

On the wall of the black prison, facing the prison door, there is a convex circular mirror with a diameter of three feet.

Through this round mirror, all the movements and stills in the black prison are visible. No matter where the prisoner in the black prison is in the room, no matter what he is doing, the guards at the door can control his every move through the gaps in the door.

So Margo did nothing, he lay quietly on the four-poster bed, holding his hands behind his head, and squinted at the convex round mirror on the wall.

A figure swung past the door of the prison, and a marble flew in through the peeping gap on the prison door, and fell silently on the thick and soft wool carpet.

Margo stretched out his left hand and grabbed it gently.

The lightweight projectile made of wax flew into his palm. With his five fingers, the projectile cracked, revealing a piece of paper made of extremely thin special paper inside.

With the help of the quilt, Margo opened the ball of paper.

"This idiot Magnan is imprisoned by the Hydera Castle?"

"This bitch Elizabeth colluded with the Hill Church to attack Apophis Palace?"

"Joe... mastered Helinger's killing and launched unbridled revenge?"

"Alia, was actually silenced by the people sent by Florence?"

"Unlucky Florence, this cunning guy."

"The confidant he sent out was also killed on the spot by the indescribable existence behind Arya, leaving a clue directed to him? Oh, the boat capsized in the gutter, dear Lord King."

Margo regrouped the paper that recorded all the major events that had happened in Hedra Fort in the past two days, and stuffed them into his mouth with the wax from the shell, and swallowed them slowly.

"The Palace of Apophis was actually destroyed... The incompetent waste, Joe von Vitu, you actually let them destroy the Palace of Apophis. I will settle the accounts with you."

"However, instead of letting the Apophis Palace fall into the hands of an incompetent waste like you, it is better to completely purify it and then let me help it reborn from the flames... Hoho, the assets of the Vitu family are enough to rebuild dozens of Apophis Palaces, right?"

"Elizabeth, idiot, bitch...Haha, I will punish you, I will punish you..."

"What a pity, Arya...you feel good. Really, among the women I know, you are the most exciting..."

"What a pity, Arya... I'll recommend you to that idiot Magnan, you helped him kill those dandy competitors... You did a good job in this job. But... I just attacked that damn fat man once."

"You're completely finished just once."

"Ah, although I have other collaborators... but they are not as interesting as you... You are so exciting in the form of a banshee... However, among your church members, some of them have succubus form, which is also exciting enough."

"Okay, it's a pity that you're dead, but it's not unacceptable."

"Unfortunate Florence, I hope you have a tighter mouth...but maybe?"

Margo stood up, walked slowly to the tea table, picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of water. Sipped the water in small sips, Margo murmured: "Living Florence or dead Florence?"

"Well, Florence, based on my understanding of you, you can't fall into the hands of the empire... Even if the damn fat man held Hellinger's killing and wanted to be humble, even if he was a butcher knife from the crazy old woman... But you can't make such a big mistake."

"So... are you, intentional?"

"You deliberately sent yourself into the hands of the Empire? What do you want to do?"

"Conspiracy, conspiracy, I smell the scent of conspiracy, and only we, who are born with dark mentality, can smell the scent of conspiracy. What do you want to do?"

"But, no matter what you want to do, is this a good opportunity to kill you?"

Margo raised his head and quietly looked at the huge snake-shaped runes that shone faintly on the ceiling: "Kill you? In the past, I wouldn't have this chance... You damn old guy, how many terrible things are hidden in your manor."

"But you took the initiative to send yourself into the hands of the empire's official?"

"Then, the old turtle finally left its turtle shell...hoho!"

"So, kill you. Well, I don't know what kind of reaction the Al organization will react to the death of a noble king? I can't wait to see the next good show."

"Wait for you to kill you in the hands of the empire official, oh, kill you!"

"Swish, kill you... I have a lot of interest in your little lover, Elaine. I have seen many evil spirits and good women, and I am still very interested in this kind of smart and capable woman."

"The one who killed you, took your money, and took your woman, oh, oh, this is the most interesting thing in the world."

"This is our Night King's style."

"I decided to kill you!"

Marge smiled and raised the water cup and drank the clear water in the cup like fine wine.

"In addition, we have to urge those bastards... to speed up the trial efficiency."

"Oh, I'm such a genius, I'm so great, so clever."

"Hehe, the moment I was caught, I betrayed that cute little guy Magnan... I sold it cleanly, selling it with bones and meat."

"What did I do?"

"I just organized a group of friends with special talents to do some auxiliary work in the circulation of precious artworks, and charged a certain amount of handling fees from it."

"Many precious works of art should not be hidden in private museums. They... should go to real collectors who like them more and cherish them more...I just help them realize their wishes."

"Of course, there are some inexplicable cases, such as killing a few people, seizing some property, etc., which are all trivial matters."

"What Magnan committed is the real felony."

"Collaborating with the children of the nobles, murdering the heirs before themselves... Oh, oh, this is a provocation to the entire aristocratic circle, a terrible crime that has never happened in the entire Medland continent."

"Although the entire program plan of the Mutual Aid Brotherhood was all about me... who helped my cute little brother Magnan give advice and finally drafted it and handed it over to him... But Magnan didn't know that no one in the world except myself, no one in the world knew that I had formulated the program of the Mutual Aid Brotherhood."

“That’s great, very good.”

"Magnan and the others killed more than 30 extremely high-ranking family heirs in this great turmoil in the imperial capital alone... What a sensational and crazy crime this is!"

"Murder, destroying the law of inheritance of aristocratic families, destroying the original atmosphere of harmony and friendship, and subverting human ethics..."

"What a crazy crime, he has only been imprisoned for decades."

"Then, my little bit of insignificant sin... ten years? fifteen years? Well, even the deaths of the four Hydra Secret Guards... at most twenty years!"

"I was imprisoned for twenty years, and then strive to make meritorious service and reduce sentences, and I can get out in three to five years!"

"I can even apply to go to the Blood Kapok Fort to accompany my father Hillman... Ah, my dear father, I haven't seen you for many years. Eighteen years, almost eighteen years!"

"Hahaha!"

Margo smiled softly.

He walked to the door of the black prison, then squatted down with his back to the door, and leaned against the thick door. His fingers gently pulled the door and played a brisk serenade.

Outside the black prison, in the underground space that was large enough to accommodate thousands of people, a palace guard stationed here raised his head at the same time.

A man wrapped in a black cloak walked slowly to the door of the prison and knocked his fingers gently: "Mag, Marg, don't use tricks, what are you doing? What signal did you... send just now?"

"Signal? What signal?" Margo slowly stood up, turned around, staring at the man in the cloak through the three-finger-wide peeping gap: "You can't defame people innocence out of thin air. What signal did I send? You said, you said!"

The man in the cloak raised his right hand, and countless thin black lights flowed rapidly between his five fingers.

He pointed his finger at Marg.

But after hesitating for a long time, he finally put his hand down.

"Your sin is being considered by the royal family, the nobles and the Supreme Court... do not do anything that will perpetuate yourself."

"Her Majesty has a saying, let us say it to you when it is right."

Margo was stunned and laughed: "She, have something to let you say to me at the right time? When is the right time?"

The man in the cloak said in a deep voice: "When you have any abnormal movement, it is the right time."

Margo shrugged: "So, will I listen carefully?"

The man nodded slowly: "Your Majesty wants us to tell you that life is long, especially for a sixth-level extraordinary person, life is much longer than that of an ordinary person. You are still young, even if you take a few wrong steps in the first part of your life... you still have the chance to regret it."

"The sin you committed is not serious."

"You have the opportunity to change your mind, you have the opportunity to redeem your sins... You have the opportunity to be a new person."

Margo narrowed his eyes and he asked softly: "So, she said, my father, my grandfather..."

The man in the cloak shook his head: "Your Majesty guessed that you would ask, and she said--their sins are unforgivable and they can still live, which is already a blessing to them..."

Margo sighed in disappointment: "Scared, that's really boring."

Shaking his head, he murmured, "Isn't it, my grandfather wants to replace Ferdinand that idiot... in order to accumulate strength, he overturned the vassals of several empires? Two small kingdoms, several small priests that are not as good as the ones."

"So, how big a thing?"
Chapter completed!