Opposite the door of No. 158 Qingsong Street is several four-story private houses with considerable staircase size.

These private houses are the top-notch residential houses on Qingsong Street, with two or three acres in front and back yards. You can tell from the area alone that these buildings are of great value.

At this moment, in the mansion facing the gate of No. 158 Qingsong Street, the owner of the yard, a little Junker with a baron, was sitting seriously with the family in the first floor hall, looking as if nothing had happened.

In the corner of the hall, several Hydra Secret Guards, who were covered in black leather tights, were standing there quietly like ghosts.

On the fourth floor of the house, facing the floor-to-ceiling window of a lounge on the street, Mata XIII stood behind the thin gauze curtains with his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked at the movement across the street.

A court clerk was carefully reporting to Mata XIII about the death and injury numbers of the subordinates of Joe and Alvin that he had just received.

After hearing the report, Mata XIII didn't even move his face.

After a short while of silence, Mata XIII said coldly: "A thorough investigation, in the past two days, all Elvin's activities... and everyone involved, including this Viron... isn't he Al's person? Just look for the 27th-level 'king' in the imperial capital. No matter how high he offers, I want to know the truth."

"The deaths of more than 700 policemen...they placed a lot of capital." Mata XIII said leisurely: "When I was young, before I met Mary, I was addicted to the gambling table for a while... The thing I liked to do the most was to swallow all the bets that my opponent hysterically put."

Mata XIII grinned, looked up at the ceiling and said slowly, "The crown prince of two kingdoms and the heirs of seven principalities were ruined by me, and even the right to inheritance was deprived."

"You said, should I win this game, or should I use the lives of more than 700 policemen as bargaining chips and put them on the gambling table to win?"

The court clerk was silent for a while, then nodded fiercely: "There is no doubt that your Highness, you must win!"

Mata XIII raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You, you, have confidence in me so much?"

The court clerk smiled slightly, raised his head, straightened his chest, and looked at Mata XIII confidently: "You can turn the table up, they won't...so, when they decide to place a bet, they're already losing!"

Mata XIII smiled, waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I can't say that. In the past twenty years, Mary and I have been cultivating our minds and nature. We have not done anything like turning the table up for a long time."

After a slight pause, Mata XIII lowered his voice: "However, it is also very interesting to do it once in a while to awaken the memories of some people, isn't it?"

"Is there anything worth paying attention to?" Mata XIII looked at the palace clerk.

"Well, Joe Rong Weitu, and the Dole policeman will have a head-on fight." The court clerk said in a deep voice: "According to the judgment of the court spies on the scene, the force used by both sides must have exceeded five million pounds..."

Mata XIII's pupils suddenly condensed.

The court clerk continued: "According to the feedback from the spies, the Dole policeman... did use the fire power of the fire giant. Joe Rong Weitu was hit by the force of the flame and introduced this force into the underground, burning two big pits on the playground... You see, it is the two on that side."

The court clerk pointed his fingers on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Mata XIII exhaled gently and murmured to himself: "The news from the port of Tulun, his coming-of-age ceremony on September 1, a potion of the abyss mayfly, became his gift of the gift of the gift... Even if he took the potion on September 1, tomorrow is November 1, and he had only taken it for two months."

"A Abyss Ephemera Potion... The Empire has information to check, and the fastest absorption speed is one year and two months..."

Mata XIII's fingers shivered a little. He took out an antique bronze cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette roll and held it in his mouth. His head shook gently, and a wisp of flame flashed over the cigarette butts, and he lit the cigarette roll directly.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of thick smoke, Mata XIII held the smoke in his lungs and continued to mumble in a low voice.

As he mumbled, smoke came out of his mouth in a slightest.

"Have he taken the second-level dark elf potion? Is he? Now, immediately, let someone contact the boy and see if there is any dark power in his body."

"If it is... he is the pervert who absorbs the abyss ephemeral potion the fastest in the history of the empire... If it is... he has only been two days since he got the Dark Elf potion... he..."

"Five million pounds of force?"

"Even if he has completely absorbed the dark elf potion... a second-level dark elf warrior, a dark elf who is mainly agile, balanced, and keen with five senses and six senses, he shouldn't have such power!"

In a few sips, the cigarette was sucked away, and the ashes fell on his chest. Mata XIII murmured: "Correl, Wentzel, and a few old guys from the Supreme Court... I will see them later in the Hydra Palace... This little guy is worth using a little bit of insignificant power to get him out of this matter."

The court clerk and several court nobles in the lounge bowed to Mata XIII at the same time: "As you wish."

More than twenty four-wheeled carriages were parked at the entrance of No. 158 Qingsong Street.

Surrounded by a group of court knights and inspectors, Qiao slowly came to the street at the door.

A court knight opened the door of a carriage in the middle. Qiao stood at the door and turned around to the gentlemen of Sigens who were blocked not far away and could not get close to them: "I am innocent, I am innocent, I believe in the laws of the empire... So, Mr. Sigens, Uncle Ya, just wait here quietly."

"Everything will come out..."

Qiao really wanted to publish a long article. A court knight walked behind him and slapped him on the shoulder with a sudden slap: "Get into the car... don't waste time."

The palace knight didn't exert too much force, but a deep and obscure force hit his palm.

The dark force that had just condensed in Qiao's body was immediately activated.

The same deep, dark forces fought back on their own. The two almost-identical forces were about to part with each other. The palace knight withdrew his hand, raised his head, and nodded slightly to the four-story building across the road.

Mata Thirteenth looked at the movements of the court knight intently, and then he sighed: "This kid took the Dark Elf potion... In two months, he completely absorbed the Abyss Elf potion... Well, sometimes... the fairness of the law is really not very meaningful. There are always some geniuses who deserve extra-legal grace."

One hour later.

Hydra Palace, underground, the temple of claustrophobia.

Short, hunched body less than five feet tall, wrapped in a huge black robe, with a bumpy and wrinkled face, old and haggard Metiga, holding a cane and frowning, looking at the crown of suffering held in his hand by Mata Thirteenth.

"This feels a bit weird." Metiga shook her head: "Are you sure... this is genuine?"

Merlin, who was standing beside him, put the metal box in his hand in front of Metiga: "Look, there are appraisal documents signed by thirteen antique collectors, connoisseurs and research experts of the Knights of the Suffering Order... Here, there is also the owner of the crown, and the whole process of getting the crown."

"The former owner of the crown collected this crown. He originally thought that because the halo about the noble blood on the crown could allow his family and himself to gain some extra fame in the noble circle of the empire."

"But after he got the crown, before he could show off, the Holy Court came to the door secretly and threatened to send his whole family to the stolen rack... This person was scared and unwilling to hand over the crown that had cost a lot of money to get in vain."

Merlin pointed to the open box with a thin page of parchment and said in a deep voice: "So he handed over the crown to the Whisper Forest Club and prepared to auction at the New Year auction... Only the Al organization has the confidence to take over what was targeted by the Holy Court."

Metiga stumbled, and he picked up the parchment paper in the metal box and a page of white paper that signed the names of thirteen appraisers. He looked at it carefully for a while, and then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it seriously.

Shaking his head, Metiga's body shook and disappeared on the ground.

The next moment, Metiga held the secret that was said to contain the last treasure of the Knights of Suffering, and Qiao killed the bird of Princess Lucia, the princess of Princess Lovna, the grandson of the Ice Sea Kingdom... The badge cut off from the bird's legs again emerged out of thin air.

"So, try it... It just so happens that our map to the treasures of the Knights of Suffering requires a symbol of the Knights of Suffering to enter... This is the benefit of being delivered to the door."

Merlin nodded slowly.

As the royal minister in charge of court affairs, he naturally had a deep understanding of this badge of suffering.

Therefore, at the underground of No. 158 Qingsong Street, the police detectives reported the name of the Crown of Misfortune, so he was so excited and cautious that he allowed the three Hydera to protect the Crown of Misfortune.

With a map and symbols, you will be sure to open the treasure of the Knights of Suffering.

Metiga raised the badge made of gold in her hand and murmured and recited a few secret spells.

The crown of suffering has not moved at all...no abnormal movement.

Metiga raised his head, looked at Mata XIII, whose face was twitching, and shook his head: "This is a fake, there is no doubt... This is a fake... Your Highness, and Merlin, you have been shaken by a fake."

Metiga's body shook and disappeared in place. When he appeared again, he no longer had the treasure badge of the Knights of the Suffering Order on his hand.

He held his cane with his hands, and under his cumbersome and overlapping eyes, his small eyes emitted an extremely shrewd, even treacherous and cunning light: "I know the names of the thirteen people in this appraisal book. In the past sixty years, in the antique circle of the imperial capital, they are all the top experts, and their appraisal fee...the minimum appearance fee is more than 100,000 gold marks."

After breathing heavily, Metiga murmured: "There should be a real crown...but, here is a fake."

"This case should be tried carefully... dig carefully... dig out the real crown."
Chapter completed!