[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

In Munich, Germany in December, it was colder than Francis had imagined. She hid her brilliant blond hair in a knitted hat, wore a dark blue scarf, and took ready sunglasses, and walked out of the airport calmly.

It was Attalus who came to pick her up on the phone.

Attalos was an Iraqi Kurd who was orphaned during the Gulf War. When the Gulf War broke out, he was only four years old and lost his parents.

When Diana died, Francis used his mother's name to become a war orphan support fund, and Attalos was one of the beneficiary children.

"Good evening, Your Highness."

Attalus was named by Francis.

"Good evening, Attalus."

After exchanging pleasantries, Attalos opened the car door in a gentlemanly manner, stretched out his hand to protect the top of Francis' head, and waited for her to get in the car before closing the door, and then stepped into the driver's seat.

"Your Highness, the information is on your left." Attalus drove Francis to the apartment where he could see the Alps. "Recently, some news came from Italy from the white-haired Cleetus."

"Child abduction incident." Francis casually glanced at the information prepared by Attalos, "Is this incident related to Seth?"

"You know, the mafia in Italy is different from that in the United States. They don't involve in child trafficking." Attalos has been stationed in this area of ​​Italy all year round, and he knows the mafia very well. He has escaped the mafia five times After the assassination, a deal was finally made with them, "The new godfather two years ago was the Genovese family, Augustus Genovese. He did a mafia purge."

"You mean he's laundering? Seriously, the mafia?" Francis raised an eyebrow.

"In fact, Your Highness, the Mafia started out as a private secret organization to protect the poor." Attalos explained, "Augus Genovese wanted to return to basics."

"Pfft." Francis couldn't help laughing. She felt that Attalos's English was really at its peak. "It can be seen that he is an ambitious godfather. How old is he? 50 years old?"

"thirty."

"Wow, what a young godfather." Francis pursed her lips, and she looked up at the scenery outside the window and asked, "Are you sure they will support our plan?"

"Yes, Your Highness, please rest assured. Seth has been entrenched in Italy for hundreds of years, violating their interests. We have a common goal."

"What a generous gentleman. Seth is like a big tree. Regarding the power of Italy, Seth's entangled purge of forces still needs them." Francis frowned, "You just said that they want to cleanse? "

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I can give them a chance." Francis said lightly, "It depends on how much they are willing to help us."

Attalus drove to the destination. He got out of the car first to open the door for Francis, handed her the key to the apartment by the way, and said, "Mr. Seleucus will come back to visit you tomorrow morning."

Francis nodded, a trace of fatigue crossed his face.

"Have a good rest, Your Highness."

"Good night, Attalus."

Francis said goodbye to Attalus, opened the door and entered the apartment.

She pulled out her BlackBerry and dialed someone.

"Charlotte, I need your help."

"Anytime, anywhere, at your command."

Early the next morning, Francis changed into a dark green almost black skirt, and she straightened her sleeves in front of the mirror.

Her white fingers brushed over the owl embroidered on the cuff, her blue eyes were silent, she thought of the Christmas present she gave Mycroft.

It was a style she designed herself.

According to Mycroft, her abnormality will be discovered within a month.

What she is doing now is what Mycroft does not allow her to do. For her, the two months with him may have used up all her luck.

When her hands were stained with sinful blood, she was no longer qualified to hug him.

Francis raised her hand and rubbed her headache-ridden temples, and let out a mouthful of foul air. Now is not the time to think about these things. Her purpose now is to make those who killed her mother pay the price.

That is what she pursued all her life, her destiny.

She touched the scallop-patterned necklace around her neck, hid her in her clothes, adjusted the collar, and went downstairs slowly.

Downstairs, Attalus prepared breakfast for her, and Seleucus was also waiting. The black-haired Clitus and the white-haired Clitus did not come, and they were still deployed in Italy.

"Good morning, everyone." Francis smiled at her companions.

"Good morning, Your Highness, how did you sleep last night? I hope you won't have the habit of sleeping in bed." Seleucus has blond hair that is lighter than Francis, and a pair of deep gray eyes. The Russian nation has always been tough, and Seleucus Gu's appearance is more inclined to the appearance of a Caucasian in Western Europe. He is indeed polite on the outside, but he is still a belligerent Russian in his heart.

"Except for the jet lag, everything is fine." Francis sat at the dining table, looked at the busy Attalus, and raised his eyebrows at Seleucus, "The gang of mafia should see how many people survived their five assassinations." IKEA IKEA."

Seleucus smiled appropriately, causing Attalus to roll his eyes.

"You look very good, Your Highness." Seleucus poured a glass of milk for Francis with a smile, "I know you don't like it, but because of the simplicity of the breakfast, I think I'd better use a little."

Attalus prepared her an English breakfast, Seleucid and his own Italian delicacies.

"What are your plans, about Set?"

Francis frowned and took a sip of milk: "What do you find about Selene Black?"

"Remember that Egyptian Ptolemy that you scared half to death?" Seleucus asked.

Francis raised his eyebrows: "Can you tell me the main point?"

"Well, when you left Italy, we put him under surveillance. This kind of psychological quality is still in our business, which shows how good and bad Seth is." Seeing Francis' calm appearance, Seleucus continued. , "Ptolemy was involved in the Paris car accident. He was once close to the center of power. It should be said that it was his family."

Francis frowned and didn't understand what Seleucus meant: "Should I be interested in this?"

"Oh, believe me, Your Highness, you will." Seleucus put down his knife and fork slowly, not minding the white eyes cast by Attalus, "Ptolemy's real surname is the surname of the nobles during the Ptolemaic Dynasty ...his parents once told him that they were serving the descendants of the pharaohs."

"Pharaoh? Ptolemy XV Caesar."

"Yes, Your Highness. It is said that Octavian killed the real Ptolemy XV at all. Lepidus, the common companion of Caesar and Antony, helped Caesar's only son escape to what is now Pakistan. Later With the help of his younger sister Cleopatra Selene II, co-ruler of Numidia, and his half-brother Ptolemy Philadelps, who narrowly escaped death, he died in Octavian. After contacting the old ministry, Set was established. Only the surviving nobles of the Ptolemaic dynasty knew the secret."

"So Charlotte is right, little Caesar is the beginning of Seth." Francis narrowed his eyes.

Seleucus nodded: "Ptolemy revealed that he had met a gentleman. At first he thought it was a pharaoh. But later, he found out that this gentleman asked them to be called Mr. Your Excellency, not a pharaoh.",

"So this Your Excellency is not the ruler of Seth, but just an executive?" Francis raised his eyebrows, glanced at Attalus, and then at Seleucus.

"Not only that. Your Highness, you asked us to find out the source of Mrs. Selene's black tea, and we traced it all the way to the United States. That black tea originated in China and is called Dahongpao." Seleucus tried hard to read those few sounds of Dahongpao , "This kind of black tea is very expensive, it is very rare even in China, and it is even more priceless in the United States."

"So you tracked it down?" Francis asked.

"Yes. Lady Selene's black tea was purchased by a man named Mark Antonio. Does the name sound familiar? I guess he is Ptolemy Filadel, the youngest son of Mark Anthony and Cleopatra The descendants of Pus." Seleucus smiled, "At first I thought that Mrs. Selene was his wife, but then I realized that this organization strictly followed the old rule of the Ptolemaic dynasty. Selene not only Marc Antonio's wife, perhaps his sister or sister. There is also a possibility that Selene is Caesar."

"What do you think is the possibility of the last one?" Francis was very calm, Seleucus and Attalus looked at each other, and the latter nodded to him.

"80.00% [-]." Seleucus calculated that according to various signs, Seth wanted to protect this woman, and this woman's status in Setri was not low.

Attalus looked at Francis with a pensive expression, and he said hesitantly: "Your Highness, I think you should be ready."

"What?" Francis looked up in confusion, looking at Attalos with blue eyes.

Under such a pair of clear eyes, Attalus suddenly felt that he could not speak. He swallowed, and his protruding Adam's apple slid up and down to show her nervousness. He subconsciously glanced at Seleucus, and the other party's gray eyes Watching him gave him a little courage.

After a while, he spoke, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, but it gave Francis a thunderbolt.

"Your Highness, Princess Diana may not be their target."

The author has something to say: Because of the little Caesar, I went to the history and found that Su's god-defying Augustus was also Octavian.