September 27, 1379, Medland Glory Calendar.

night.

Port of Tulum, underground in Viglar's official residence, a claustrophobic place.

The fanatical typewriter made a 'hissing' sound, and large pieces of red handwriting spewed out like fireworks, suspended in front of Viglar, Duke Ross and Filde.

Margaret III's order was rough and direct. Fickel let out an incredible roar, and his face turned pale with a "swish". He waved his hands weakly, staring at Viglar with wide eyes, looking at Viglar in panic.

"Uncle Viglar...how is this possible? Is this information true?"

Viglar looked at Fericket seriously: "These information is undoubtedly true!"

A line of cold sweat flowed down Fericket's forehead. He waved his hands and roared, "It has nothing to do with me!"

Viglar nodded seriously: "I believe it has nothing to do with you, Fericket, don't be nervous... As a member of the imperial royal family, you cannot betray the top secrets of the empire."

Taking a deep breath, Viglar narrowed his eyes and stared at Frickel: "But, dear Frickel, are you sure that those around you, your followers, your aides, are they really loyal to you and the empire?"

Fellit opened his mouth and his body shaking. He was originally treated with smooth and smooth hair, like a layer of gray tinplate, and was soaked by sweat. Threads of strands hung on the scalp, and several strands of strands of hair hung from his forehead, embarrassingly against his face, and sweat kept flowing down.

"I, I..." Ficket roared in shock and anger: "Simon, I'm going to kill him!"

Ficket's mood was on the verge of collapse, his eyes were scattered and he screamed almost hysterically.

The previous incident of Heinevey and Marcos having sex with the Blood Sail Pirates was nothing serious. Fellet was absolutely sure and at most he spent a little money to calm the matter down.

But suddenly, so many top secrets related to the navy suddenly appeared.

It's like a child playing with fire and being caught by the elders in the family. This is at most a trivial matter of being slapped twice in the butt and being taught a lesson. But suddenly, the child playing with fire finds that a big house in his home is burning, and all the suspicion of arson points to himself playing with fire...

Ficket was panicked, he had never panicked like this in his life.

Viglar clapped his hands gently, and several inspectors in black uniforms walked out of the door and quickly surrounded Ferrit.

"No, Fricett, you can do nothing now. In my residence, there are special rooms, you and everyone around you, from now on, you can only stay alone in the room and cooperate with my investigation."

Viglar looked at Fellit deeply: "Give you a task, these little guys around you from the imperial capital, all their information, their family, their elders, their relatives, social relations, their family's current situation, the relationships their family has abroad..."

"Don't miss anything you know, write it all."

Ficket kept nodding, his whole body was weak, and his body kept shaking left and right, like a rusty pendulum that was shaking.

Viglar shook his head helplessly.

The two inspectors reorganized the confidential information and carefully sealed it in a file bag, and handed it to Viglar with a serious expression.

Unlike the ignorant and ignorant Qiao, these inspectors only read the title of these materials and know how fatal these materials are - this is something that really kills people. The unlucky guys involved this time will lose their lives because of these materials.

Among them, there must be many big names who were originally brilliant!

Margaret III was never a rude person.

The inspectors in the claustrophobic place were also cursing wildly in their hearts. After they handled these materials, their every word and action would be closely monitored for a long time in the future.

It would be fine if these information had not been leaked, but if there was any leakage... they would all be in trouble!

Even though they have not read the detailed content of these materials, the "suspicion" cannot be cleared.

For these inspectors, this is also an unstoppable disaster.

Who did they provoke whom?

How could this kind of thing be disturbed?

On the fanatical typewriter, large pieces of red letters kept popping up.

Margaret III in the imperial capital asked: "Who found this information? Tell me what happened in detail."

Viglar was silent for a while, and then he raised his voice: "Dear Your Majesty, you are the first-class police officer Joe of the Löwgang Branch of the Tulun Port Police Station... He is at his official residence. Can he make a statement in person?"

Duke Ross, who was standing beside him, sighed heavily, and murmured: "The luck this year is so bad. I've been busy all day long and I feel that I'm having trouble every day... Oh, this little guy Qiao..."

In the imperial capital, in the Hall of Closing, Margaret III raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Joe Rong Weitu? Is this name? Is it the little guy who has been lucky in the investigation of the Zhongqiu bloody case? It's so interesting!"

Since Margaret III said it was "interesting", half a quarter of an hour later, Joe, who had not known how much storm he had caused, stood seriously in front of the fanatical typewriter and whispered loudly: "Dear Her Majesty, your loyal subject Joe Rong Weitu, pays your highest respect to you!"

On the fanatical typewriter, a line of bloody words appeared: "Joe, tell me what happened this time."

Joe blinked and said loudly, "Ah, the matter is very simple, respectful Your Majesty. I just took my brothers to handle a big case. Thank you brothers for your hard work. I will invite them to the Mask Cat Club for a drink and have some fun."

"Let's have some fun? Well, I can understand. Young people should have some fun. As long as they don't violate the law, I can understand."

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

"Next, I heard that a group of noble men from other places were spending money to buy my sister Tifa's personal information." Qiao's face turned gloomy: "I'm very curious about who was trying to hit Tifa behind my back, so I hooked up with a little girl from the club and asked her to take me to meet those bastards who acquired the information."

"Purchase your sister Tifa's profile?" Margaret III asked curiously again: "Where is that Mask Cat Club?"

"Dear Your Majesty, the Mask Cat Club, is a semi-public stronghold of the Al Organisation in Tulum Port." Viglar stood aside and gave the answer in place of Joe: "The sponsors of this club and the current directors of the Council are all members of the Al Organisation."

"However, as far as we know, these directors are just junior members of the Al organization, and they can only be regarded as marginal figures of the Al organization." Viglar frowned and said, "Among them, there are the former president of the Tulun Port District Court, the three former directors of the Tulun Port Library, and several painters and writers who are somewhat famous in the local area."

Viglar spread his hands: "As you know, there are many such semi-public marginal figures... They are proud of themselves as members of Al, but they are still very far from the true core of Al! "

In the Hall of Clossal, Margaret III nodded slowly, and she murmured to herself: "A half-public Al stronghold? Then, those shallow guys cannot touch such high-end empire secrets."

Joe glanced at Viglar and continued, "I followed the little girl from the club to where Simon and the others were... Then, I heard them insulting my sister Tifa with extremely naughty words... So, I rushed in and beat Simon!"

Qiao was furious and repeated the arrogant words of Simon and a group of playboys.

In the Hall of Clossus, Margaret III's face became extremely gloomy. She turned around and looked at the important officials behind her: "Whose child is this Simon? When did the young nobles of the empire fall to this level?"

"They are so insulting and disrespectful to women... are their mothers not women? Or are they thinking, I, an old woman, aren't women?"

"Hamden, my Prime Minister, you must make a good summary of this matter with the elders of the House of Nobles and the Minister of Education. The future of the Delun Empire must not be left to a bastard like Simon."

"In addition, which child is Simon's family? Can you say such a bastard, it shows that his tutor is very problematic... Has his elders served as imperial official positions? If so, Wentzel, investigate thoroughly."

The Prime Minister of the Empire, Hamden, who was also covered in cold sweat, bowed deeply to Margaret III, respectfully and trepidated, and did not dare to say a word.

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

With Margaret III's words, even if Simon had nothing to do with the confidential information, he was done, and his elders were done... Hamden had a little impression that this unlucky child named Simon, his father was a real power official in the Imperial Finance Department.

Hamden's heart suddenly thrust violently.

Damn, if Simon really has something to do with these confidential information... The Ministry of Finance is a power department directly under Hamden. If Simon's father has problems, Hamden will also take the blame!

In a claustrophobic place, Qiao talked happily.

"I beat Simon up, and then, I found a large stack of information by his side... Although I don't understand how important those information is, I still know the words "top secrets."

"So I immediately asked my brothers to arrest Simon and his gang and hand them over to the official residence of His Excellency Viglar." Joe smiled honestly: "After all, in Tulum Port, only His Excellency Viglar and Duke Ross, who are all here today!"

Margaret III was silent for a while, then she let out a heavy breath.

"Joe, you have recovered huge losses to the empire... Your merits are no less than an epic victory on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!