Huh? Are they all real?

Moeen was successfully promoted in the early hours of the morning.

The Imperial House of Representatives' commendation ceremony for the Control Council was also held today.

He looked at the House of Representatives in front of him, where he had only stood guard.

Mr. Potter felt extremely excited.

Behind him, Polis Golden Eagle, his immediate boss, looked very haggard.

Sure enough, it's still too much haste?

But after seeing that man's brand new handwriting, few of the old nobles could remain rational.

Polis Golden Eagle also wondered afterwards whether it might be a relic from twenty years ago.

But the problem is that the handwriting is too new, and it was also clearly written about the cult incident.

Although he still hasn't remembered everything, the first sentence he saw was enough to explain everything.

So, the monster is really back.

Even for this, the Archduke found a way to let the Saint Constantine serve as a cover!

Explanation of ‘He is back’.

That’s apparently how the Polis golden eagle sees it.

To cover his return, the Archduke hid behind the Saint.

How terrible!

Saints, Demon Lords, so many major events are involved, not to mention, they are just the prelude.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the imperial capital was already a meat grinder that had not yet been started.

Every minute and every second that follows will be an ordeal.

Because this thing can be activated at any time, and then crush all the idiots who dare to stay in the imperial capital.

He didn't want to die, let alone face the Grand Duke.

But his eagerness exposed a huge flaw in himself - under normal circumstances, how could anyone be willing to take the initiative to transfer out of the imperial capital?

This is a place where others would like to squeeze in even if they have sharpened their heads!

Every time he thought about this, Polis Golden Eagle wanted to punch himself.

How could you be so stupid?

It's fine now.

House of Representatives Honors.

This is obviously a symptom of a problem discovered above.

Otherwise, this group of people would be awarded honors by the emperor.

He looked at the door of the House of Representatives, which he had visited several times.

The golden eagle of Polis hurriedly took a bottle of sedative potion.

It made him feel better.

"Sir, thank you very much for your cultivation this time!"

Porter, who was in front of Polis, couldn't hide his excitement and said this to Polis.

This was originally just Porter's formulaic thank you to Polis, his boss.

But Polis heard something else—did he know that I helped him clear the way?

It shouldn't be.

The people above can find the problem, but he can't!

He was very careful about helping Porter clear the way.

But why does he sound like he knows?

Did the Grand Duke tell him?

No, why would a man of Grand Duke's level talk to a yellow-headed eagle?

Ah, I understand.

Someone above told him!

After the Grand Duke returns, the entire imperial capital will definitely undergo earth-shaking but silent changes.

Because he is Lord Westeros and the only true dictator in this country in the past hundred years.

In other words, the current imperial capital is probably full of Grand Dukes.

Then my abnormal behavior coupled with the fact that Potter is also an Archduke.

Doesn't this mean that the people above have discovered that I have noticed the problem? !

It’s over!

Looking at the door of the House of Representatives, which is very close at hand.

Polis Golden Eagle suddenly felt that he was going to die inside today.

Trembling, Polis Golden Eagle hurriedly drank two more bottles of sedative potion.

It is no longer an ordinary potion, but an extraordinary magic potion.

After drinking two bottles of sedative potion, Polis regained his composure.

Don't panic, even if the entire House of Representatives rebels and votes for the Grand Duke, they won't be able to kill me in the House of Representatives!

What's more, how could all members of the House of Representatives defect?

They are half of the old nobles!

With that comfort.

The Bolis golden eagle barely managed to finish the award ceremony.

Naturally, his transfer was rejected without giving any reason.

Porter was promoted to Silver Owl and was still working under him.

Although I had expected it, it was still very uncomfortable.

Among his colleagues, the Polis golden eagle applauded numbly.

It was also at this time that the Deputy Speaker, who personally awarded them honors, walked up to him and hung an Imperial Gold Medal on him.

"Boris Haas, right? I remember this is the second Imperial Gold Medal you have received."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"I'm very interested in how you obtained your last gold medal. Please stay and talk to me later."

"Yes. Your Excellency."

Polis Golden Eagle subconsciously agreed, and then he reacted.

Why would the Deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives and one of the cabinet ministers personally question me, a little golden eagle?

In the past, he must have felt that he was appreciated and was extremely excited.

But now, he just feels that there is something wrong with everything.

Especially now that the Imperial Capital is full of hidden secrets from the Grand Duke!

Wait, twenty years ago, I remember that the Deputy Speaker was directly promoted from an ordinary member to the Minister of Agriculture by the Grand Duke. As a result, he accumulated enough ability and prestige that Her Majesty the Queen needed to reuse him to represent herself after she was converted. Meritocracy.

Ah, ah, ah!

He, he, he is the Duke's man!

He must have read my transfer application, and he must have rejected it!

Grand Duke, Grand Duke wants to kill me!

After the deputy speaker turned his back, Boris Golden Eagle took out the last three bottles of sedative potion and drank them in one gulp.

This is a dose that may cause addiction to extraordinary people, but does he have a choice?

In the deputy speaker's office, Boris Golden Eagle sat down restlessly.

"Mr. Boris."

"Yes, yes, sir!"

Obviously, even if Boris Golden Eagle drank five bottles of sedative potion in one breath, he still couldn't suppress his wildly fluctuating emotions.

This made the deputy speaker more suspicious.

His secretary checked it very carefully, but found nothing.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the abnormality of Boris Golden Eagle should have occurred when Potter Harry handed over the important evidence.

He and his men carefully checked the evidence.

And found some doubts.

However, none of these doubts can explain the abnormality of Boris Golden Eagle.

At most, it means that the yellow-headed eagle discovered the fundamental problem of the cultists, but forged the evidence because there was no evidence.

The Golden Eagle of the Empire could not be afraid of the cult. Even if he was really targeted by the evil god, how could he leave the imperial capital where the most powerful person in the country sat?

And what kind of discovery could make him not even want to report it?

After talking about the first gold medal of the Golden Eagle of Boris, the Deputy Speaker simply got to the point:

"But is there any place where you have been treated unfairly?"

"What? No, no, sir, why do you think so?"

"Then why do you want to be transferred out of the imperial capital?"

Since you can't find the problem, just ask directly.

The Golden Eagle of Boris almost responded.

Here it comes, the big one is coming!

He stood up hurriedly, and his lips began to move wildly.

How can I explain, how can I explain to keep me alive? !

In the midst of great urgency, Boris Golden Eagle finally had an idea and said:

"Sir, we sound hunters always offend people. I have offended countless people from a yellow-headed eagle to the current golden eagle."

"So, I want to leave before I really offend everyone to death. It just so happens that this time I can say that I have left a wonderful enough record for my resume."

"This is enough to be the end of my career."

"Sir, please allow me to leave the imperial capital and leave this dangerous place."

As he said, Boris Golden Eagle couldn't help but bow his head and beg:

"While I can still walk, please, sir!"

The Deputy Speaker was silent.

There are golden eagles who did not die of old age due to so-called injuries.

And the House of Representatives could not find any doubts about their deaths.

Or the House of Representatives absolutely could not find any doubts.

It seems that this is the answer, otherwise there is no other reason.

"I understand, this is our problem. I'm sorry, child, I'm sorry that I still didn't do well enough."

What does this mean, I, I got away with it?

And I can be transferred soon? !

Boris Golden Eagle could hardly hide his joy.

"Go to the South Territory. The nobles of the Empire will never dare to reach out to the South Territory."

Although the South Territory is semi-independent, the Empire can still do something about it. There is absolutely no problem in arranging a golden eagle to be unemployed.

Boris Golden Eagle was stunned.

South Territory?

The Grand Duke's fiefdom?

'Even if the entire House of Representatives betrayed, they can't kill people in the House of Representatives! '

Haha, so that's the case.

Boris Golden Eagle was completely depressed.

After hesitating for a while, he said:

"Can you please let me go, please take care of my family?"

The deputy speaker who was really fooled by Boris breathed a sigh of relief and said to him:

"You are leaving soon, and you can take care of your family by yourself when the time comes."

"You don't need an outsider like me."

Ah, are you saying that how my family is depends on my personal performance?

At this moment, Boris didn't even think about going to the emperor to fight directly.

"I understand, Your Excellency."

Looking at the seemingly numerous dejected Boris, the Deputy Speaker still wanted to help and said:

"You are going to be transferred to the South Territory. You are unfamiliar with the place. You should bring a helper with you. Potter Harry is the person you promoted, and he has no noble relationship. I will transfer him with you."

You also want me to bring a monitor? !

So vicious?

Boris Golden Eagle was stunned and looked back at the Deputy Speaker.

The Deputy Speaker smiled gently and said:

"Don't thank me, kid, this is what you deserve."

What I deserve?

Yes, who made me lose my hands.

As a noble, you should know that you have to pay the price for seeing what you shouldn't see.

It's reasonable.

"Goodbye, Your Excellency."

The sorrow of the Golden Eagle of Boris left the House of Representatives in a daze.