The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

"He doesn't have the ability, do you have it?" A nobleman standing in Sisyphus stood up and retorted disdainfully.

"As far as I know, His Excellency Sisyphus has always been in poor health. The chief minister usually has a lot of official duties, and I am afraid that he will be exhausted."

It's not easy for Anthony to point it out in person, but there are always lackeys who will speak for him.

"This is just your malicious speculation. Sisyphus has been the chief minister for five or six years, and there has been no trouble in the middle. If you want to frame someone, you have to find a good excuse."

"It's fine if it's just that you're not in good health. I heard that His Excellency Sisyphus may be suffering from a hidden disease. Of course it's not a man's hidden disease. It's here," the speaker pointed to his head, "I heard that Sisyphus Your Excellency seems to be suffering from mania, if you have an attack in front of His Majesty the King, wouldn’t you want to frighten people.”

"Do you have evidence? Just talk nonsense."

……

There was a lot of arguing underneath, and the old king sitting in the high position frowned more and more tightly. Sisyphus seemed to be a normal person, watching the other people arguing with a blank expression, as if they were not discussing himself. .

"That's enough," the old king said in a powerful voice. As soon as he spoke, everyone in the hall stopped and looked at him, "I know what you said. I pulled out Sisyphus while watching him. I have never doubted my ability to work, so there is no need to argue."

Once the king speaks, the people below have nothing to say. He is very clear in what he said. Sisyphus is the person he promoted, so he trusts him.

Nothing is more important than the trust of a king.

Anthony bit his lower lip, finally conceded and returned to his seat.

Without controversy, the position of Sisyphus's chief minister is as sure as a nail, and there is no more controversy.

There was a buzzing sound next to his ears, Bai Lin tried hard to lift his eyelids, but it seemed that there were big hands covering his eyes tightly to prevent him from opening them. In a daze, he heard the sound of the cabin door opening, and There was a burst of cursing and cursing.

"Bah, damn it, this mermaid is going to die, who is responsible? Didn't I tell you that a mermaid can't live without water, so you want to soak him in a water tank?"

The person who came had an unpleasant voice and spoke very rudely.

"Boss didn't say anything, we just forgot." It was another submissive voice.

"It's useless to talk about it now. We're going to the black market soon. You should find a way to wake him up. If he's in this state, the black market won't even bother to talk to you."

Thinking of the heavy losses if the black market is unwilling to accept it, this group of fishermen feel pain.

A bucket of water fell from a high place, alleviating Bai Lin's discomfort at the moment, his whole body was working hard to absorb water, and finally he felt no pain in his body, struggling to move his tail.

Suddenly he was lifted up rudely by several people, his arm felt like it was stabbed by something, and the cold liquid entered the body along the blood vessels. At this moment, he opened his eyes.

"Oh, poor little girl, you're awake."

Bai Lin now sees the current situation clearly, the boat has already docked on the shore, he seems to be in a house on the pier, surrounded by the few he has seen on the boat.

The man standing directly in front of him was smoking a cigarette and was putting the cap back on the needle tube. Only a little bit of thick yellow liquid was left in the needle tube.

"If it weren't for you idiots, would labor and management pay such a high price? A bunch of idiots."