Chapter 254: Twenty-seventh Episode: Chapter 4-1 (2/2)

There was nothing the Emperor could do! He was motionless to everything that happened! However, Princess Alanis came back after the crowd had retreated!

The highest investigator was shocked by the sudden sound. His passion and his need as a male dog immediately went away!

Surely, everyone understood what happened next. Breck Hoselangh heard the things he should not have heard and seen the things he should not have seen. He originally thought his life must be over! However, he actually lived until now! When the Capital's nobles planned to set up Prince O'Neil with a crime, the highest investigator thought that he had encountered a great chance in his life! As soon as he thought about defeating O'Neil Andrew Morisette, he felt so excited as if he was making love to Marquis Cameron Wesarcia.

Making love to Marquis Cameron Wesarcia... This was naturally the imagination of the investigator! He did not have the luck and also the ability to do so. Marquis Cameron Wesarcia was the closest person with the Empress. She did not have a post, but she was half a master of the Hamilton Palace.

If his imagination remained as imagination, then this proved that Count Breck Hoselangh could still be saved. However, he should not have drunk that strong liquor during dinner. He should not have pulled her skirt up when Marquis Wesarcia avoided him in disgust! The result of this was... Her Majesty Empress Alanis used her ink to wake him up from being drunk. She also punished him with a strong slap with her long nails!

The investigator who regained his senses only stood properly by the side, obediently. He knew there must be the marks of five fingers on his face and these marks were accompanied with fresh blood. From the smiling faces of these fake gentlemen around him, he could know how funny he seemed now, but he did not dare to move.

”You... You...” The furious Empress could not even say a word. At last, she turned to the Head of the Secret Service who kept rolling his eyes.

Federick understood her gaze and patted the investigator's shoulder. He spoke to Count Hoselangh with a sympathetic tone, ”Marquise Wesarcia does not count as the pure type...”

Breck was still the investigator who managed the prison for the Empire. He was not as stupid as people imagined.

”You're saying...”

”Shh!” The Head of the Secret Service made a sign to the investigator. He took a look at the Empress who appeared to be doing nothing before speaking to Count Hoselangh in a low voice, ”Get the things after this done! If everything goes well... you will have the permission from Her Majesty. How different, do you think, Marquise Wesarcia is from the usual female dogs?”

The investigator immediately got pumped up. He promisingly explained about all details regarding prosecution and trial. Then, he vilified O'Neil Andrew Morisette with all the cruel words he could think of! However, Breck Hoselangh still placed his bet on the wrong side. When he said 'Prince O'Neil is a liar in the relationship', the Empress dashed to him and slapped him once again. Then, she shouted at him.

”Get out!”

The whole world became quiet... Alanis was lonely! She was the Empress of Titan Empire. She naturally possessed the utmost loneliness. It felt like the maggots in a piece of dead meat. It made you disgusted and sick! You could see these maggots going in and out of your rotting heart. However, you just could not get rid of these filthy things because you were disgusted and sick!

Alanis wanted to throw up! She wanted to throw up as refreshing as the rain in early spring and as painful as her organs were crumbling apart! She was nervous and helpless! All of her cards were on this table of Dulin. She had given her all, but her husband still did not place his bet! What should she bet on now? How should she bet?

”Your Majesty...” Marquis Wesarcia wiped her friend's lips for her in sympathy, ”I told you not to drink too many cups of espresso and not to eat those medicine that makes you stay awake!”

Alanis shook her head weakly. The doctor diagnosed her with neurogenic vomiting, but she did not think so... As long as she got over this important stage, the troubles and sickness would not exist!

”What is my husband doing?” The Empress straightened her back. She kept telling herself that she must not show any weakness when she asked this question.

”According to latest report!” The Head of the Secret Service Department waved the list on his hands proudly to his young aunt. ”At midnight sharp tonight, that is nineteen minutes ago! Prince O'Neil had enjoyed midnight food in the Kenshin Palace. He invited his followers and the representative of the Army Division who planned to talk to him all night. The report shows that... the prince selected the beef cooked with celery, mashed potato, spicy shrimps and a cabbage salad. The starter is clam and mushroom soup, peach wine. During the meal, they had Wozelred white wine!”

”Hehe... He doesn't do this lightly, huh!” Alanis kept suppressing the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as she said this in mockery.

The Head of Secret Service Department shrugged. ”This is the report nineteen minutes ago. In half an hour time, another new one will arrive! So, there's no need for you to worry. Prince O'Neil's actions are all under surveillance. There will definitely not be any mistake.”

”Who can make sure that it's absolutely correct?” The Empress glanced at the leader of the secret force whom she had doomed to be useless.

The Head of the Secret Service Department blinked and turned his gaze to the list again. ”Hmm... The Prince also had some rum...”

To be specific, it was rum that had mixed with fresh lemon. O'Neil Andrew Morisette would ask if this thing was good for digestion out of habit now before he drank anything.

”The answer is absolute! Lemonade and rum are the best partners in meals!” Devil Sandinand poured a full glass for his master.

Oscar tasted it lightly. ”Ola...” A nice drink nontheless! Titan Prince was relaxed. He gazed at his followers sitting on the table, seemingly nonchalantly but carefully. He seemed to plan to single out a few interesting guys.

The vice chief of Military Intelligence Bureau Lieutenant, General Tivoli Hadley, handed a form to the Marshal who seemed to be in a good mood. Oscar immediately took it and looked at it carefully. The form listed the Empress's words and actions from 12:00 to 1:00 in the morning. Oscar scanned through it slowly. His expressions changed along with the lines of the words.

”What is this neurogenic vomiting?” Oscar frowned in confusion.

”It's this way!” The vice chief opened the Empress's medical report that he had prepared beforehand. ”Due to long-term emotional stress, it causes the digestion system and the nervous system to---”

”I don't mean that!” Oscar knocked the table furiously. ”I am asking if this is serious.”

”Not really!” Lieutenant General Tivoli Hadley said it confidently, ”Save for dizziness, feeling disgusted and constant vomiting, there is no other symptom. She will recover if she rests well enough.”

As if noticing the Prince's lack of attention, the quiet Head of Analysis Division came forward.

”Your Highness, you don't actually need to be worried about Her Majesty. Knowing the result only takes a few days. Until everything has finished, you can--”

Oscar suddenly glared at Lukas cruelly. Viscount Diyabaker immediately shut his mouth in panic. He felt odd. He did not seem to say anything wrong, but Oscar suddenly got into a fit of rage out of no reason at all.