Laura Crawford has seen the emperor more than once, and she is also one of the few who knows the emperor's secular identity. After all, he supported her adventures before becoming the king of a country. But she also knew that the emperor's secular identity and the emperor's identity represent two completely different people. The latter has all the wisdom and reason of the former, but the former lacks the humor of the former - the reason why she dares to say this is entirely because she has witnessed the scene of the emperor's fighting - she cannot express it in words, because any words processed and processed by the human brain cannot intuitively describe the thunderous cruelty and velocity. Although she does not fully agree with the bloody reforms in Latovigna, she understands the necessity and determination of the emperor. She is a historian, and she knows that the turmoil in the Balkans requires powerful dictatorial means and force, which is the knowledge that the ivory tower at the University of London cannot teach her.

She expressed her protests and understanding to the emperor, who admired her suggestions and independent thoughts very much.

It was in the Amazon rainforest, on the eve of the decisive battle between the Paiditians and the Trinity mercenaries. She had witnessed how the Byzantine homes in Kit became an isolated airport and how the people there became emperor's soldiers. She was worried that the Paiditians would have such an encounter. This was a rare thing that Laura Crawford disapproved outside the signing of the agricultural subsidy agreement and acquisition agreement between the Emperor and Queen Paiditians.

She walked through the rain alone, catching up with the footsteps of the guards and saw him in the middle of the armored vehicles and the bonfire. Just getting close to her, she felt the warmth, and the heat taken away by the rain seemed to return to her body in a supernatural way, and at that time she didn't care about this little situation until she was hit by the ghost bullet in the center of the Kamataj Library.

Until then, she would not feel the supernatural heat again.

"But we have no time. The entire Balkans must transform and build a fortress at the fastest speed. For the price they paid in this process... I am sorry, but I am not without giving them a choice for a richer future life and meaningless superstition. Most people will choose the former. We are talking about survival and freedom. Those people have the freedom to choose a better life and a freedom to choose a foolish death." The emperor's voice was as magnetic as ever. "Except for those armed groups composed of blood, religion and nations, there are not many innocent people who die in meaningless wars. This is the only promise I can make to you. Every drop of blood of mankind will be sprinkled in the war against aliens, and will not flow in vain because of someone's selfish desires."

"My Lord, she is still alive."

"I know that bullet won't kill her." The sound of flipping through the paper seemed very noisy in the quiet ward. Even as the air conditioner blew a breeze of appropriate temperature into the room, Laura Crawford still felt a hot star standing on her right, her skin almost burned, and the cold stinging pain in her heart made her shiver constantly. This half-cold and half-hot feeling made her sick. When she barely opened her eyes, the hot feeling disappeared, leaving only the heavy heart, as if the extreme temperature difference she had just experienced was just an illusion, just a spiritual imagination.

"Look, she's awake." Salomon turned over a few more pages of paper, as leisurely as the male owner of a middle-class family who was reading a newspaper one morning in the twentieth century. "Our rescue is very timely, and she won't have too many sequelae. Give us some time to be alone, Hammurabi."

"Yes, my lord." The golden giant nodded and left the ward, leaving a flashing golden glow in Laura Crawford's blurred vision. "I will wait for your call at the door of the ward."

"First of all, I want to apologize to you, Laura." The tall man leaned down and helped her sit up from the hospital bed with her back. "I give you this right to enter the library not to want your life. The situation you encountered in the library was an accident. As the owner of Kama Taj, it was my negligence to let the guests encounter danger." Laura Crawford, whose vision and reason gradually became clear, just realized who was sitting next to her hospital bed. She wanted to ask something, but Salomon stopped her with a finger. "Everything you want to know will be answered later, but not now. Kama Taj will give corresponding compensation for the accident you encountered, and I also hope that you will not lose your adventurous spirit because of this... I know this is quite weird, but you have encountered many strange things, which is nothing at all, isn't it?"

The last upward tone and corner of the mouth indicate that it is not the emperor who is talking here at this moment, but the likable Salomon.

"Can I answer the questions one by one, okay?"

"Did you see a ball of yarn? That was a bit crazy woman, she..."

"Don't worry, our lovely Prophet Lady was not hurt at all. In fact, she was having a great time, if you walked out of the ward, she would see her sitting on the sofa and having a dessert. You could also have a serving if you wanted."

Laura Croft breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, where am I now?"

"It's still in Kamataj, this is the hospital I have established."

"Did you go to the library to save me?" asked Laura Crawford, "so what the hell is going on?"

"Yes, when I knew you encountered a ghost in the library, I hope you could understand that, I went back to Kamataj." Salomon pulled a comfortable backrest chair and sat down. "The library is one of the most closely protected places in Kamataj, but there was a problem with the protection spell that some creatures that did not belong to this world tried to come here and shape themselves according to your memory and subconsciousness... I admit that I knew that there was a problem with the protection spell, and then you had entered the library. And you were throwing away the process of entering the library with Supiluliumas, otherwise you would not be hurt."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Laura Crawford tried to raise his hands to surrender, because the reason for this matter was that she could not suppress her curiosity and entered the library early. If Supiluliumas was present, she would not have to be chased by those strange things and ran around, and she could not read a few books. However, as soon as she raised her hand, the pain in her left rib made her breath.

"What's wrong with me?" She felt a tingling pain in her chest, and looked down but found no wounds. She realized that her movements were really bold, and she had no concern at all that the only man in the ward pulled open her hospital gown. The latter seemed indifferent to this, shrugged at her and looked up and down with admiring eyes. "I remember I was shot? Or was it my hallucination?"

Salomon gave her the diagnosis report and asked her to see it herself.

"It's not a big problem, it's just some hypothermia. As for the shots you remember... If I'm right, the one who hit you is not a physical bullet. Have you seen the Hobbit?" Seeing Laura Crawford nodding, he continued, "Then you should remember that the Ring Spirit stabbed Frodo's shoulder with an invisible fragment of the blade left in Frodo's body. The bullet that hit you is similar to the bullet of the Ring Spirit, and is something that does not belong to this world..."

This metaphor is really too intuitive, and it really scared Laura Crawford.
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