Fort Heidra, Al Organised Florence's mansion.

In the huge study, Frolenza, wearing a casual cashmere sweater and smiling kindly as if the uncle next door, sat behind the desk, holding his chin with his hands, and quietly staring at Margaret III walking around in the office.

A black palace skirt with long black hair hanging like a waterfall. Margaret III, who was tall and cold-looking, squinting his eyes and slightly looked at the huge bookshelf in the Florence study.

After a long time, Margaret III returned to her desk and sat heavily on a high-back chair.

She squinted her eyes and stared at Florence: "A lot of very good things, even much better than the royal collection...ah, I feel itchy."

Florence looked at Margaret III with a smile: "Dear Your Majesty, that is my personal property."

A fierce light flashed in Margaret III's eyes: "If you die and you don't seem to have a legal heir, then according to the empire's inheritance law, these things should be taken into public ownership."

Florence raised his eyebrows in shock, and he looked at Margaret III in surprise: "Do you think so? Well, then, in fact, I have made a will. If an accident occurs, all my property will be handed over to my dear Elaine."

Elaine, wearing a loose long skirt and also dressed in homely clothes, turned around and looked at Florence in surprise and joy.

Margaret III waved her hand hard, and she said bluntly: "Oh, you old guy, won't do this. She is just a toy for you. Will you give her all your wealth? How is that possible!"

Elaine's face suddenly turned pale.

Margaret III looked at Elaine and shook her head jokingly: "Even if you really have such a deep affection for her... Believe me, if something happens to you, you will hand over your property to her, in less than three days, she will be corpsed on the streets, and everything here will still be nationalized."

Florence frowned: "If you say this, then... the Empire wants to attack me?"

Margaret III smiled with a giggle: "Your Excellency Florence, you can live in Heida Castle safely and peacefully, call the wind and rain in secret, act recklessly, and even form cliques to interfere with the internal affairs of the empire... All this is not how powerful you are, but because we don't want to have conflicts with you."

Florence picked up the tea cup in front of him, and he took a sip of the fragrant tea: "I thought it was because of Al's face!"

Margaret III leaned back and said calmly: "Al? A conspiracy organization that has been sneaky and hidden in the shadow of history of the Medland continent for countless years?"

Florence sighed: "Conspiracy? Oh, oh, is this your definition of us?"

Margaret III smiled contemptuously: "This is the definition of you by the countries of Medlands, and you should know it well."

"Medland, any country, wants to kill Al. This sense of urgency is even more than the elimination of Hill Church."

"The Hill Church is just a group of mindless idiots, madmen, and a group of mentally distorted morbids... They have only one left to destroy, but they have only destruction."

"With their power, they can slaughter villages, towns, cities, and even pose a huge threat to the security of a province...but that's all."

"They cannot cause fatal harm to a powerful empire. This external, direct blow. Whether it is a plague or anything else, their destructive power can reach in a short period of time is only the size of a province."

"And Al is different. Al...only, Al... has the power to subvert, destroy a country, or even many countries."

Florence looked at Margaret III silently.

Margaret III also stopped explaining and looked at Florence in a cold look.

After a while, he whispered: "This is a conspiracy theory. Your Majesty, Al is harmless to the world."

Margaret III smiled slightly: "The final appearance of the Gallic Republic is your work? You subverted the dynasty, eliminated the nobles, and used the small workshop owners and small merchants as backbone to establish the Gallic Republic."

"You have subverted a powerful dynasty, and not just once... You have subverted and restored several times on the ruins of the Gauls... This has highlighted your power, and we know it."

Florence frowned.

Margaret III whispered: "You have the ability to subvert Gaul, then you may be interested in using the same means in the sea of ​​ice, in Saint-Shia, in Nice, in Deren, and even in Lucia?"

Florence was silent for a while, and he shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no, at least I, in my territory, I will not do this!"

Margaret III laughed loudly, but there was no smile in her laughter.

"Ha, in your territory? Florence, this is the Derren Empire, and every inch of the territory here belongs to Derren!"

Florence was silent, and then he nodded softly: "We came here earlier than you. If we really want to talk about it, this place is indeed our territory. Now, I am in charge of this territory."

Margaret III stared at Florence.

Florence looked at Margaret III without fear.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Margaret III said coldly: "You did the work in Apophis Palace, right?"

Florence frowned, then shook his head firmly: "You can't put the misconduct of a few children on my head. Dear Your Majesty, you must understand that a Bishop Hill who is afraid of the world's chaos, a princess who is hysterical because his son was sentenced, and a little princess who is in crisis in name only..."

"The destructive power they can explode with three women is beyond imagination."

"And I, in this matter, did nothing, I just fulfilled Al's obligations-they needed a taboo thing that could open the gates of the abyss, and I offered them such a taboo thing."

"Ayer's purpose is this. If you can find us, you have something to ask, and you can pay enough price, then we will respond to all requests... This is our purpose, and this time, I do the same!"

Florence also leaned back, spread his hands, and his clear eyes fell on Margaret III's face.

"I, follow all the rules."

"Dear Your Majesty, I have abide by all the rules... You have said before, is it true that you want to take my personal treasures into public?"

Florence stood up with a smile: "If so, then, please allow me to leave a small part of Elaine's property so that she can spend the second half of her life without worries... Then, in an old saying from Donglu, I will wash my neck and wait for death."

Florence pulled the collar downwards, revealing its long neck that was kept greasy and tender and without any wrinkles.

Margaret III narrowed her eyes. She looked at Elaine who was standing aside, trembling and unable to speak, and shook her head gently: "Interesting, interesting, interesting... Then, today I will pretend that I have never been here."

"The Empire certainly will not have any malicious actions against a noble king."

"But, the Apophis Palace was destroyed, and you should know who its current owner is, or you wouldn't give that damn ruby ​​to those stupid women."

Florence just smiled and said nothing.

Margaret III's body turned into a wisp of black smoke, which slowly dissipated in the air.

Her sharp and cold voice still echoed in this office.

"Florence, you have always been cautious. No matter what you do, you never leave any clues... This time, you are doing things that are not of standard!"

The last breath left by Margaret III disappeared without a trace.

Then Florence sat back in his seat.

He murmured: "Of course, this time I deliberately left many... clues."

"But it's really terrible. My office, even the void, has completely frozen the power of three great beings... It is said that due to physical reasons, the empress, who was unable to see people, broke into my office directly and... left directly."

"And I can't be sure whether it's your original body or... just a phantom?"

"It's scary, it's scary... The terrible Her Majesty, what's your physical condition like?"

"It seems that a little extra cost has to be paid."

"Elaine, Elaine, come here and listen to me. Something may happen in the next period of time, but don't be afraid, don't be nervous, I will arrange for you to go to a safe place."

"You just need to wait quietly, and that's fine."

"Wait there with peace of mind, everything will pass. When everything calms down, it will be a good day for us to harvest."

Just now, Elaine, who was trembling with fear, had become extremely calm in front of Margaret III, looked at Florence obsessedly and asked gently: "Can I stay, can I accompany you?"

Florence's mouth twitched hard.

He tilted his head: "Uh, you, you have to leave...I'm sure, they dare not do anything too much to me, but you...Elaine, I can't make sure you won't be hurt."

"I can't tolerate any harm you have, so you have to leave early."

The sun shines in through the huge one-piece floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight coats the two of them with a layer of gentle gold edges.

In the sun, the two looked at each other affectionately.

It was already afternoon.

On the famous "Golden Scissors Street" in the Hydra Palace District, Joe changed into a brand new uniform at the Old Ham tailor's shop.

Looking at himself in the majestic and arrogant mirror on the floor, Qiao patted his belly with satisfaction.

"The skill is good, Mr. Si Gengsi, give me twice the tip. From now on, all my clothes will come to Mr. Ham to customize... Uh, have you found out the identity of that guy?"

Mr. Sigens stood behind Qiao and said hesitantly: "The identity of No. 13 is not difficult to check. He is... His Excellency Florence's... private secretary."

"Florence?" Joe frowned: "His identity is wrong?"
Chapter completed!