Ling Ping'an put down the book in his hand.

He shook his head gently, then stood up and turned on the lights in the bookstore.

"Little Darling..." he asked his cat, "I think we didn't eat lunch!"

Meow!

The little guy meowed softly.

"Order a takeaway!" Ling Ping'an said.

So he took out his phone and searched the takeaway app seriously.

It was already evening and the takeaway shop's business was at its peak.

Therefore, there were many more shops.

Unfortunately...

Ling Ping'an looked around, but he couldn't find a shop that he liked.

There was nothing he could do!

Ling Ping'an could only run to the snack bar on the street and buy a bucket of instant noodles.

Then, he poured some cat food for his cat.

After the noodles were done, Ling Ping'an sat down at the counter.

He looked at his cat and didn't seem to be satisfied with the taste of the cat food.

"Eat!" He said, "Have a hard time for a few days!"

The Chiba family went to the capital.

There was no way they could eat takeout.

Ling Ping'an picked up some noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste... how should he put it... It felt like he was chewing on plastic.

He sighed.

Then, he looked at his cat with a reluctant look.

"Forget it!" He threw the chopsticks away, "Big Brother worked hard today... Let's have a good meal!"

Meow!

The little guy was extremely happy. He immediately threw away his cat food and jumped onto Ling Ping'an, kissing and rubbing him.

Ling Ping'an shook his head and tried hard to suppress the coldness in his heart.

The only thing that could resist coldness was gentleness.

So, he smiled, touched his cat, and said dotingly, "Let's go!"

"Let's go upstairs and cook!"

It just so happened that the special products of Beizhou that his aunt brought back last time had not been opened yet!

Ling Ping'an remembered that there were two bags of cooked Xin'an prawns among them.

Although he did not like to eat this kind of cooked seafood, wasn't there nothing he could do now?

He closed the door, took his cat and walked upstairs.

...

Song Shihui looked at the surveillance footage again and again.

Although it was just some very ordinary scenes that wouldn't be strange to any ordinary person.

But...

He still looked at it again and again.

Because...

This was the public activity of an unimaginably powerful ancient God.

How could the actions of such an existence be ordinary?

Unfortunately, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't find any abnormalities or hints.

"Could it be that he just went out casually?" Song Shihui couldn't help but be suspicious.

But reason told him that things weren't that simple because even a small boss in today's society wouldn't suddenly talk to his employees for no reason.

However, the surveillance footage showed that everything was normal.

At most, it was the feast witch who was very excited.

This was understandable.

This was because the feast witches seemed to have some kind of relationship with the ancient God based on their superiors and subordinates, or even their master and servant.

Unfortunately, there were only images and no sound in the surveillance footage.

After learning from Lingyu's example, no one dared to casually record a sound.

That would kill people!

Just as he was puzzled, he received a phone call.

It was from Xia Ping.

"What?" Song Shihui's eyes were wide open.

"The feast witches have collectively offered to join the Blackguard..." he frowned, "And they are willing to follow the command and arrangements!"

"This..."

The strongest of the thirteen feast witches was the brigadier.

However, their magic art was extremely strange and vicious.

The things they knew were either curses or poisons.

Each of them was well-versed in the essence of assassination.

Moreover, their magic art was highly complementary.

If the thirteen feast witches acted together, they could burst out the strength of the Blackguard generals or even lieutenant generals.

Therefore, the Blackguard had been troubled by them.

Now, they actually took the initiative to ask to join the Blackguard and even promised to obey the command and arrangement?

"It's his instruction!" Song Shihui immediately understood.

He leaned against his office chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"As expected, I still lack understanding of him!"

Fortunately, this incident proved that he would not shoot at random!

Thinking of this, Song Shihui sat up, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the person-in-charge of the Blackguard in Jiangcheng City's airport.

"This is Song Shihui!"

"I order that Jiangcheng City's airport be on high alert from now on and increase the police force!"

"Also, increase the number of armed police at the airport..."

"We must ensure that Jiangcheng City's airport is absolutely safe and orderly from now on!"

That person was going to board the plane the day after tomorrow.

In order to avoid trouble, and also to avoid a terrible incident like the cemetery.

Song Shihui knew that he could only do this.

By strengthening the security forces, he could scare off those ignorant fellows who might appear.

In case someone didn't even know how they died.

Just like that silkpants who was still receiving re-education.

...

Imperial City Airport.

Qin Keqing personally led her people and boarded the standby passenger plane.

Behind her were the carefully selected flight crew members of Imperial City Airlines.

She carefully checked every corner of the passenger plane.

She gave her opinions from time to time.

The flight crew members were all very serious.

This was because Qin Keqing was wearing a uniform representing the royal family and in her hand was a document authorized by the cabinet.

On the document was the signature of the head of the Federal Empire's transportation department who was in charge of civil aviation.

Therefore, no one relaxed.

Everyone was seriously taking notes and treating this flight as a major event like the annual inspection.

After Qin Keqing repeatedly explained the hygiene, service and order, she looked at the flight attendants and asked, "Who is in charge of welcoming the guests at the cabin door of the flight the day after tomorrow?"

A slender flight attendant weakly raised her hand.

Qin Keqing nodded and said to her, "Come with me!"

The other party immediately followed Qin Keqing to the end of the cabin, near the cockpit.

After thinking about it, Qin Keqing seemed to feel that it might not be safe enough, so she asked the crew members in front of her, "Who is the chief steward?"

A tall and thin young man raised his hand.

"You come too!"

The young man quickly walked forward.

When he came, Qin Keqing pulled the curtain.

Then she looked at the two people in front of her.

"There is a royal mission, I'll leave it to you!" Qin Keqing took out the seal that represented the Emperor's identity.

When the stewardess and the chief steward saw it, they immediately became respectful, "I promise to complete the mission!"

A royal mission!

More than two hundred years ago, this was an imperial decree, an imperial decree.

Even now, it was still an incomparably sacred and glorious matter.

Serving the royal family!

This was something that would be counted into one's personal credit system and it could also be added to one's score.

If done well, one might even receive a low-grade noble title.

This was incredible!

Although the noble titles of the Empire were mostly of an honorary nature now, it was still something that the entire society was passionate about and pursued.

Take the grand scholars who specialized in scientific research in the Federal Empire as an example, these top scientists, top experts in various fields, and bigwigs who held countless patents and technologies, as long as they were willing, they could easily obtain large amounts of shares and high salaries in those large corporations and large consortiums.

However, they were very happy to do their own work in the research institutes of various countries.

Each month, they received a 'meager' salary of tens of thousands, or at most hundreds of thousands.

What supported them was their ideals and love.

It was the title of nobility.

Count, Marquis, Duke...

The recipients of these high-ranking titles could cover the national flag after they died and be buried in the mausoleum of the Emperor.

They would also be able to receive beautiful posthumous titles.

Faithful, virtue, gentle and quiet...

Could entrepreneurs provide them?

No!

For these titles and beautiful posthumous titles, scientists and high-ranking intellectuals could generate electricity for love.

And ordinary people would also put in a lot of effort for the honor of being a noble.

This was something deeply buried in their genes and blood.

It was something that money could not measure.

Therefore, the stewardess and the flight attendant paid full vigor and listened attentively to Qin Keqing's instructions.

"The day after tomorrow... a guest holding a royal invitation letter will board the plane..."

"His ticket is a Gentleman's Cabin..."

"On his invitation letter, there will be a 'Mice's Cocktail Limited Liability Company' mark..."

"After he gets on the plane, tell him in the name of the airline company..."

"He's been upgraded..."

"Upgraded to the Scholar's Cabin!"

"Do you understand?"

The crew chief and the air stewardess nodded vigorously as they listened, "Understood!"

However, it was not difficult for them to understand.

It could only be a deliberate ploy by the big shots who attributed it to the upper echelons.

"Don't let him know..." Qin keqing warned, "Treat him as an ordinary guest and serve him as he should, understand?"

"Yes!" The two of them nodded again.

"Remember..." Qin keqing said, "What I'm telling you is a state secret..."

"Don't leak it..."

"Yes!" The two of them nodded again.

"If there is any problem on the flight... immediately inform the air police to deal with it..." Qin Keqing reminded them again, "On the flight that day, we have specially arranged the air police!"

The air stewardess and the chief steward nodded solemnly.

They knew that this mission seemed simple, but it was actually very important.

Therefore, the chief steward said solemnly, "To serve His Majesty, this is our honor as citizens!"

The Son of Heaven was the son of the people of the Federal Empire.

As parents, there was no need to mobilize them to do something that they could do for their children.

...

The imperial capital.

At this moment, it was already a gathering of the winds and clouds.

Especially in the diplomatic embassy compound located in the northern part of the imperial capital, the area around the old Honglu Temple was filled with demons. All kinds of spies were active.

Moreover, many people were double-faced, triple-faced, and even quadruple-faced spies.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was very happy.

They felt that the glorious era had returned.

The national intelligence agency was also very happy because they could show off their skills again and they could even report to the cabinet to ask for funds.

The cabinet was even happier.

Because according to the report, this sorority could cost tens of billions of dollars.

But...

As the invitees from the overseas kingdoms and the metropolitan territory arrived, foreign delegations and even representatives of the royal family poured in.

The consumption index in the capital is expected to boost by several percentage points this year.

More importantly, cabinet ministers have found that they could take this opportunity to sit down with representatives of various countries to discuss trade, aid and treaties.

The cabinet bigwigs seemed to see countless portraits of the great ancestor flying toward them.

Only the capital Garrison Headquarters and the Capital Police Department are unhappy.

This was because, with the approaching of the sorority, trouble was everywhere.

Moreover, many things required repeated instructions.

The misfortune, attached to Guo Zhi District, the evil, attached to Guo Provincial capital, full of evil, attached to Guo Capital.

The ancient fable once again shrouded their heads.

Faced with a serious shortage of manpower, the garrison department had no choice but to transfer active-duty soldiers to participate in duty.

Even so, there were still undercurrents in and around the capital.

The representatives of various countries were visiting everywhere.

Cars with diplomatic flags were strolling around the city.

The traffic police department was exhausted and the security personnel had already started.

As a result, countless loopholes appeared in the capital.

The intelligence systems of various countries seized these loopholes and acted upon the news.

For a time, many pubs, manors and amusement parks in the imperial capital became gathering points for spies and intelligence personnel.

Of course, it also became a place for the security department to fish and enforce the law.

The game of cat and mouse was played again.

Just like now, a vehicle flying a diplomatic flag met another vehicle flying a diplomatic flag at a corner.

At the moment of the meeting, the two sides completed the exchange of information.

Each of them got a file.

Andrew carefully opened the file.

As a new diplomat of Lossia Empire, he was very careful and very cautious.

This was the intelligence cooperation between the ambassador of Poland Kingdom and ambassador Lossia.

He opened the file bag and inside was a document with the 'burn after reading' spell.

This document was written in Lossia.

Andrew looked at the contents.

He took a deep breath, "Is this true?"

The number of words in the document was very small.

In the intelligence circle, the fewer words, the bigger the matter.

It was the same in this document.

There was only one sentence: Alexei would also appear in the sorority under an alias and her target was most likely 'Master X'.

After Andrew finished reading, the document automatically burned into ashes.

Meanwhile, he frowned.

Alexei was the eldest daughter of the overthrown ruler.

Se was also the most vigilant enemy of the newly born Lossia Empire.

Because...

This Highness had the reputation of being the true descendant of Emperor Catherine the Great.

And 'Master X' was currently a legend in the imperial capital's intelligence circle.

According to the legend, there was a Master X in this country. His status was revered and unspeakable.

According to the legend, even this gathering was organized by the commander-in-chief of the Blackguard and the Emperor of this country in order to win him over.

According to the legend, his strength was immeasurable.

These legends were illusory, but they were confirmed by multiple reliable sources of intelligence.

Therefore, the intelligence agencies of various countries gave this mysterious figure a codename, 'Master X'.

It implied mystery, but it also meant that no one knew his origin and background.

According to the source, it seemed that the Butanians were aware of it.

Unfortunately...

The Butanians kept their mouths shut.

The high-level spies that the various countries had planted within them were also difficult to get close to and verify.

The only thing they knew was that the person seemed to have settled down in the southern city of Jiangcheng.

The evidence was that the Blackguard had set up a tight security in the area.

Moreover, the only blood of the Rhine family, Duchess Rhine of Butania, was there.

"There's too little information!" Andrew thought.

But...

"Let's go back to the embassy!" He said to the driver, "We need to contact the country immediately!"

Alexei was not only a princess, but also a terrifying powerhouse.

If that Master X really existed, she would be able to build a relationship with him.

Then, this would be extremely disadvantageous to the diplomacy of the newly-born Lossia Empire!

Therefore...

Andrew knew that Lossia had to go head-to-head and send out its trump card!

They must not let the rotten tsar have the slightest chance of recovery!

Never!

...

Ling Ping'an looked at the fragrant prawn in the pot.

Inside was a Xin'an prawn caught in the southern waters of Beizhou.

Xin'an prawn was a large-sized prawn.

It was characterized by its large size and tight meat.

Of course, its price was also much higher than the other prawn in the Beizhou waters.

Moreover, it was a protected prawn.

It was said that the Beizhou Fisheries and Ocean Bureau only gave a few hundred tons of fishing quota each year.

Therefore, the price was relatively high.

A pound of this kind of cooked and frozen shrimp was probably more than 100 Yuan.

If it was alive, it was estimated to be 300 Yuan per pound, which was considered a luxury item.

Only his aunt would be willing to buy such an item.

Ling Ping'an naturally preferred to eat live shrimp.

But...

"It smells so good!" Ling Ping'an looked at the fried prawns that were overflowing with fragrance. The body of the prawns had already turned golden and they seemed to be shimmering.

His mouth couldn't help but cry.

"No!" He said, "I'll have a taste first!"

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a small piece of the prawns and put it into his mouth.

The fragrance assailed his nose and the smell of the prawns was rich. It was really too delicious!

Beside his feet, the little cat, Bastet was on the verge of crying because it knew that this shrimp had been fermented in the refrigerator for more than a month.

Its master's most hardworking and loyal slave race roamed the universe every day, hunting and eating all kinds of high-level life forms.

Then, those little Cuties would use the talent of their race to break down the prey they hunted into the top seasonings and nutrients in the universe.

Even though they didn't take care of these cooked and frozen low-level normal prawns.

But because of this, with a small amount of infusing and long-lasting fermentation, the taste of these normal prawns was already comparable to the most delicious god's flesh and blood.

Ling Ping'an couldn't help but pick up another piece, stuffing it into his mouth and eating happily.

Then, he saw the little cat by his feet.

He chuckled.

He picked up a piece of shrimp meat and brought it to it.

"Eat it!" He said, "Little Darling!"

But...

He didn't know why, but he felt that his actions were a little like the wretched uncle in the Fusang cartoons that he watched when he was young, trying to seduce the little girl.

"Bah Bah!" He quickly spat and threw this terrifying thought out of his brains.

He was a gentleman, how could he be wretched?

Besides, there was a cat at his feet!

With this thought in mind, he turned off the fire, picked up a large piece of shrimp meat and stuffed it into his stomach to suppress his shock with delicious food!