In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Chapter 180 Mordred, Are You a Good Boy?

There is a TV in the office, but it has not been turned on for many years. Konoe quickly turned on the power after receiving the instruction. After the picture tube gradually heated up, the picture finally appeared.

The satellite signal in this era is not very good, and the picture is a bit distorted, but Rosen can still see a little old man giving a speech inside, speaking not fast, but very majestic.

"France is now at the point of life and death. Monsters are preparing to cross the southwestern defense line and flood into our beautiful homeland to destroy everything. When the whole country is united, we have suffered betrayal, a shameful betrayal!!"

"In the past, Joan of Arc betrayed my lord and ruined several years of achievements after assassinating His Majesty Napoleon. Now it is the high-level collusion with foreign forces, and she even attacked her own colleagues! I can't help but wonder, what happened to the great France? What? Why was it controlled by the traitors!"

The words were like knives, like the desperate roar of an old man, making Luo Sen in front of the TV applaud.

There is no logic at all, but he has evidence in his hand, especially the case of Lana. There are both physical and personal evidence, and it is impossible to rely on it.

If an ordinary person had evidence in hand, the public would not believe it at all. Unfortunately, this guy is the Prime Minister of France and the head of the Christian Church. With the blessing of power and faith, his credibility has increased countless times.

"There is an old saying in the East: To fight against the outside world, you must first settle down at the inside." Richelieu's face was sinking, and if he had less hair, he would be more like a certain headmaster. His tone gradually became fierce:

"The tragedy of national destruction and family destruction is about to be staged. Any Frenchman must save the country and survive. As the prime minister, I will also exercise the power entrusted by the people! From now on, the whole country has entered a state of emergency, and the National Purge Committee is established. In the name of the Lord and the people Find the traitors in the country! Then send them to the guillotine!"

"Glory and love to France!"

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Rosen in the back was too lazy to listen any longer. The bishop must have possessed both his loving father and the principal at the same time, and he actually caused such a big fight.

National Purge Committee?Just call the People's Ministry of Internal Affairs to forget it. This thing has unlimited power, and it can be called a sharp weapon to eliminate dissidents.This France is not as vast as Maozi, and there is no chance to go to Siberia to grow potatoes.

"Is... is this Richelieu crazy?" Nero's eyes were dazzled. She had never enjoyed the love of a loving father. 'Ultimate Security Measures'.

"He's not crazy. Don't forget this guy's identity. The easiest way to bring down a country is to eradicate the counter-revolutionaries. Everyone has the power to fight when they are in danger."

"But the people of Gaul are not crazy, isn't it self-defeating to engage in internal fighting while monsters are watching!?"

"The knife and the pen are in his hands. Besides, the French still have judgment?" Rosen laughed dumbfounded. If he were a French commoner, he would probably be confused. When he wakes up, the whole country is full of young people. What a fart.

The more Rosen thinks about it, the more he feels that this guy is powerful. He has planned everything from the beginning, such as cutting down the banner of Joan of Arc first, and then slowly taking care of other people. They are closely linked. He is really a master at manipulating people's hearts. .

He has almost figured out Richelieu's true identity, and playing tricks with 'this lord' is self-defeating. It's not that IQ is not enough, but that 'it' is already good at it.

"Don't think too much, this guy straddles the two worlds of humans and demons, and he is much more difficult to deal with than others."

"That's why you said flipping the table?" Nero was smart enough to react immediately.

"Yes, he controls France and occupies the moral high ground. This game is unplayable, so let's just start from the beginning." Rosen stood up with a sneer, walked back and forth for a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

He had made up his mind, since 'Richelieu' wanted to play slowly, he might as well stud himself.What kind of bullshit international law is scum before the basic law that power is respected!

"Let the Sardinian Legion enter a state of combat readiness, ready to attack Corsica at any time! Send a message to Caesar, the Air Force cross-border investigation, if intercepted, deliberately create friction, I want this bastard to show his own flaws!"

"Hum, I'll do it right away." Nero turned around and left, not knowing who the emperor was for a while.

"Wait, I need a lot of holy crystals to clean up the warehouse in Sardinia." Rosen lowered his head, as if talking nonsense.

Nero happened to walk to the door and turned around, with some doubts in his green eyes, but he returned to normal after a moment.

"Yu promises you!"

Wake up holding the murder sword, drunk on the knees of the beauty.

Now Rosen has both beauty and power, and his murderous sword is even more sharp, but the enemies that follow are getting stronger and stronger. If it was replaced by the time when he just came to this world, he would probably be full of bewilderment.

The way of war is nothing more than a competition of quantity and quality. Rosen calculated the chess pieces in his hand, but he didn't think they would be too weak. He pondered for a few seconds and went to find Mordred with his mental strength.

"Hey, you have the face to come to me?" As soon as the connection was made, there was a violent growl from a brat, which made Rosen's heart skip a beat, as if something had been exposed.

"Hey, hey, did you take dynamite this morning?"

"No, but my uncle is very upset! Why can the idiot emperor and vixen run out, but I want to hide in Paris with the kid?" Mordred is in the suburbs of Paris, which is a secret stronghold of the French intelligence department, all day long Can't even get out the door.

Rosen hadn't seen Mordred for a long time since he was thrown into the void, and he always felt a little guilty. He held back for a long time before sighing: "Because you are a good boy."

The voice fell, followed by a deathly silence, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha, Rosen, is your brain troubled by the African sun?" In the dark basement, a blond girl rolled over the ground laughing while clutching her belly. It's the look of an idiot.

After laughing for a while, the brat stopped, and then changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and asked with a serious face:

"Say! What the hell did you do? I've been feeling wrong for the past two days!"

This damn intuition...

Rosen couldn't imagine how frightening the intuition of Dumbao Wang was. It is estimated that the call came just as soon as his lover took off his pants.This kind of topic can't go deep, otherwise the lie will be exposed soon.

Fortunately, he has a unique skill of changing the subject, and immediately sank his voice:

"You're thinking too much. Well, stop wasting time on gossip, and get down to business—"

"I judged that Richelieu was going to attack the French royal family. You and Jack rescued Queen Mary before they did. These people are of great use to me."

"Huh? Save that cake? I'm not interested, why don't you let that fox come over?" Mordred crossed his arms, wanting to disgust the bastard.

Obviously I came first, why is it the vixen's turn to do good things!

...... Bear boy is really troublesome.

Rosen didn't expect Mordred to sing a different tune at this time, and after a little suffocation, his tone softened:

"You are the most reliable heroic spirit under my command. I don't worry about other people doing this kind of thing."