The slender white fingers picked up a sand fruit from the jade plate and gently threw it out. The brightly colored sand fruit cut through the smooth mirror-like water surface, hooked an arc in the water, and then floated up again, making several subtle circles.

The ripples spread out, and countless colorful fish came from all directions to compete for food. The clear and shallow pool was no longer calm. On the long stone bench beside the pool, a demon general in a lavender dress quietly watched the fish vying for food.

Looking at the sand fruit that kept turning over in the water, the other sand fruit that was already in his hand refused to be dropped.

"Is the colorful fish eating so delicious?" Fogg arranged something on the stone table next to her, and glanced at the Demon General dissatisfied, "If it were me! I would just down the whole plate. Wouldn't it be more lively?"

"

"Although it's lively, I've fed them and hugged them. It's not easy to watch them snatch things." The Demon General sighed quietly, flicked his fingers, and the Shaguo that had been held in his hand for a long time flew to the other end of the pool.

, "It's better to do this. Wherever you want them to go, just one fruit is enough. If you let them eat enough, they will hide and you won't be able to find them."

"My Lord Demon General, my Sister Emine, are you feeling sad?" Futa sat down opposite the Demon General and looked at the Demon General's face intently, "Did you know? That action of flicking something into the water just now,

But he looks exactly like a certain human gangster."

"Maybe it's a coincidence!" The Demon General glanced at Fogg, "How do you know someone's behavior?"

"The Demon General doesn't want to do the hard work of surveillance all the time, so of course it's me who does it, and now he's giving me a blank stare."

Fogg pouted his lips, "That gangster! After fishing for three more days, he finally lost his patience."

"Is it impatient?" The Demon General's hand was fixed on the jade plate and he smiled slightly, "It seems that the fish in the palace finally escaped."

"Does the Demon General think this gangster will let those fish go?" Fogg laughed, "He is making a fish net!"

"The Camp royal family has arrived!" The Demon General shook his head gently and stopped asking about someone's weird behavior. "Have you entered the palace?"

"Go in. A few hours ago, all the members of the Welsh royal family were escorted into the palace. The two emperors said goodbye to their family members one by one. It seems that the gangster is about to take the knife." Fogg replied:

"Because it was just a normal farewell, I didn't ask you to watch it. The crying scene is really boring."

"Yeah..." The Demon General, who was still answering casually, suddenly sat up straight the next moment, "The emperors have been escorted into the harem. It seems that Cohen Keda wants to see them. Let's arrange it. This is the Demon King.

Something to see.”

"I was also wondering why you went to see the Emperor of Wales that night. It turned out to be for this." Fogg quickly stood up and prepared everything, "The magic eye planted on the Emperor of Wales will definitely not fail, but

Why should we be so careful?"

"Emperor Sibia has a strange character. He can tolerate my spying in person, but he cannot tolerate us using peek magic on him. While watching Fogg arrange magic on the stone table, the Demon General said: "Furthermore, God

The two demon clans have an agreement and are not allowed to use methods against the imperial family at any time. Although Cohen Keda is currently in the demon clan, it is better to deal with it as usual." Fogg still wanted to speak, but the magic circle on the table

An image was vaguely revealed in his mind, so he concentrated and did not dare to speak again.

At this time, on the lake in the harem, the young Emperor Sbia was standing on the bow of a cruise ship very seriously. A group of guards stood on the outer boats, looking at him with infinite reverence.

His Majesty held a pair of fishing nets in his hands and stared at the water at his feet. After being speechless for a long time, he suddenly sneered and threw out the fishing net in his hand - this was the first time in his life that His Majesty had cast a net!

Any fisherman knows that the key to casting a net is roundness, not the speed, accuracy and ruthlessness that His Majesty Cohen takes for granted - when the first net went out, the mouth of the net was not opened at all, just like a stick hitting the water.

It may be that he returned in vain. This worried the idle people behind His Majesty who came up with ideas. Although these nobles who were on duty to accompany the emperor had not cast a net, they were quite capable in terms of taking care of the left and right. Some people analyzed the direction of the wind.

, some people blame the water quality, while others put the blame on the boatman...

After their chirping suggestions, His Majesty Cohen's second net finally yielded a big harvest, a harvest that no fisherman could ever get in his lifetime - an emperor was caught in the net!

"You...can really give me some advice." Across the fishing net, His Majesty Cohen's face looked gloomy, "How do I calculate this?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor..." Looking at Cohen in the fishnet, the stunned nobles were at a loss and could only kneel down in unison, "I am guilty!"

"This matter cannot be spread." His Majesty Cohen's eyes were as bright as lightning. "You have not even begged for mercy. I will silence you!"

His Majesty the Emperor, who was covered by a fishnet, looked very funny, but his eyes did not look like he was joking at all. Although I had seen the emperor express his anger before, I had never seen him silence himself for such a trivial matter. More than a dozen attendants

The nobles were so frightened that their calves were shaking, and they could not even say anything to beg for mercy.

"You are also nobles after all, why are you so scared?" Cohen wanted to trick these people into pissing their pants, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that the dean had arrived at the lake, so he coughed dryly and took off the fishing net covering himself.

, "I have said that I will silence you, but silence does not necessarily require killing people! In order to prevent you from going out and talking nonsense, I want you to go through the same experience."

Not long ago, His Majesty the Emperor landed ashore, and a dozen nobles accompanying him on a cruise ship in the center of the lake were still on board. They were caught tightly by more than a dozen fishing nets. The maids and guards at the lakeside saw it, and all of them covered their mouths and stole the fish.

Laugh... The guards all followed His Majesty Cohen. They can laugh at any time when they see funny things. And the maids are all Welsh people from the former palace. From the first time they saw Cohen trembling all over to covering up now

The process of smiling is not easy.

Because when Emperor Sibia actually appeared in front of him, he was a person that no one could hate, and Sibia officials were not as vicious as they imagined. Only nine maids had been punished in the palace these days, and

None of them were severe punishments, and they were more than ten times less than before. In addition, after the news of what happened at the banquet that night spread, His Majesty the Emperor seemed even more approachable.

"Good day, Your Majesty." After Cohen landed, Dean Lorenzo bowed slightly to him, "The former Emperor of Wells and the former Emperor of Camp have already met with his people and are now waiting for His Majesty's summons in the palace. I will also have a banquet in accordance with His Majesty's instructions.

It’s been arranged.”

"I'll go right away." Cohen nodded, "I've always wanted to see you. It's best to resolve it once and for all today."

"How is Your Majesty going to deal with this matter?" Dean Lorenzo followed Cohen, "In the past few days, Your Majesty has been receiving letters from the Holy City. I wonder if His Majesty has read them?"

"I've seen it. The ministers are basically divided into two groups. One group advocates the execution of all men regardless of relatives, and the other group advocates the execution of only direct males." Cohen walked slowly, "Dean, what do you think?"

"Your Majesty, there is no need to be embarrassed. This kind of thing is not unprecedented." Dean Lorenzo replied softly, "Your Majesty has pardoned a group of people in advance. This is a good thing. Now everyone knows that Your Majesty is very kind. So in front of us,

Your Majesty will follow past examples and execute these two royal families. As for whether to pardon women and how much to pardon, your Majesty will make no mistake in your decision."

"The dean will also go along with the situation!" Cohen smiled faintly, "I thought the dean had always said something."

"Your Majesty has mistakenly blamed the veteran." President Lorenzo shook his head. "Since I already know that the Prime Minister and the four imperial concubines have written letters urging your majesty to pardon women, wouldn't it be embarrassing for your majesty to go against the grain again? Although the veteran believes in his heart that it is better to eradicate the root cause.

.”

"Eliminate the roots." Cohen smiled and looked at Lorenzo, "The dean knows how many people will be killed?"

"I have already calculated it, and it is less than three thousand."

"The answer is really fluent. If word gets out, someone will say that all the people in Sbia are hard-hearted." Cohen nodded and sighed, "Master Dean! You should not be the dean, you should be a general."

"Actually, I wanted to be a general in my early years, but once, I unexpectedly discovered that I had a problem with bleeding." Dean Lorenzo didn't take the emperor's joke to heart at all, "So for this kind of thing, I just want to

Just come up with ideas."

"Well said! You all come up with ideas, but I am the one who makes the decisions." Cohen snorted coldly, "Once the thing is done, the result, good or bad, will be all on me. But that's all.

It doesn’t matter, I have many debts and don’t have to worry about them.”

"It seems that His Majesty has already responded?" The dean looked at Cohen's expression and asked, "What will Your Majesty do this time?"

"I don't care what I want to do this time. I don't want to pay attention to anyone else's words this time. You can stand outside the door and listen later."

While they were talking, the monarch and his ministers had already entered the banquet hall. Beside the door, the two deposed emperors and their princes had been kneeling on the ground waiting for a long time.

The deposed Emperor of Wales and the deposed Prince of Wales were kneeling side by side, wearing civilian clothes, with their faces as usual and their eyes downcast.

Kemp's deposed emperor obviously did not have such good luck. He was dressed in prison uniform, with a dusty face, and holding the deposed prince who was less than two years old in his arms. When he saw Cohen, who was wearing a royal dress, approaching, his eyes were full of pleading and his lips moved.

Several times, I wanted to say something, but in the end I didn't dare to say it.

Although they had been rivals for only a day or two, Cohen had only seen portraits of these people before, and this was his first official meeting with them. So he stopped and looked carefully at the royal family in front of him. The three emperors made eye contact,

The thoughts in Cohen's heart couldn't stop surging. Things in the world are really unpredictable. Yesterday he was the leader among thousands of people, but today he has become a prisoner among the subordinates.

"You still haven't saluted His Majesty the Emperor..."

Dean Lorenzo's words were stopped by Cohen who raised his hand. After that, the Emperor of Sbia bent down and personally held the arm of the deposed Emperor Wells. While lifting him up from the ground, he said: "There are some things that need to be dealt with.

It was too late, and the Emperor of Wales suffered."

"Thank you, His Majesty the Emperor. I... no, I..." Wells, the deposed emperor, didn't know what Ke wanted to do. He was panicked and couldn't think of a suitable self-title for a long time. "This... I don't dare to call myself the emperor anymore. I'm already the emperor."

The emperor is deposed."

"The deposed emperor? You said that for other people, do you take it seriously?" Cohen smiled and shook his head, and said to the deposed prince of Wells: "The prince can get up by himself! Young people cannot be supported by others."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The deposed Prince of Wales saluted and stood up.

"Get up too!" His Majesty Cohen pulled the deposed Emperor Kemp up again and looked at the child in his arms, "Your child? How old is it?"

"Back, back, back to His Majesty the Emperor, this is your biological son, he is already one and a half years old." Tears filled the eyes of the deposed Emperor Kemp as he spoke, "Your Majesty the Emperor... I am, I am

But he surrendered..."

"I know, I know everything. I have prepared a banquet for us three emperors to have a good drink." Cohen patted the deposed Emperor Kemp on the shoulder and took the child from his hand. "Such a young child can't listen."

If you understand what we are saying, let him find his mother!"

"Yes! Yes! This child has not been weaned yet and needs his mother the most." Kemp, the deposed emperor, was not a real idiot. Of course he knew what Cohen meant. When he saw Cohen actually handing the child over to the maid, he quickly said what he said.

The name of a concubine.

"Everyone, come and sit down! Today's meal is actually just for us three emperors." Cohen walked to the long dining table, sat down on the throne of the chief, ordered the chamberlain and the guards to retreat, and then ignored Wells.

The prince said: "Prince, just work harder and serve by the side."

Seeing that the deposed Prince Kemp had taken a life just because His Majesty Cohen was happy, of course the deposed Prince Wells also had to fight for his own life. He immediately picked up the wine bottle and said humbly: "The elders have a meal, the juniors have a meal."

Attendant, this is what it should be."

The door of the banquet hall slowly closed, dividing the inside and outside into two worlds. Several ministers close to His Majesty Cohen stood outside the door, listening intently to the conversation inside the door, with extremely heavy expressions. Especially Dean Lorenzo, who

From His Majesty Cohen's conversation, I felt that His Majesty had other plans for handling this matter. Although His Majesty is also a moody emperor, those changes in mood in the past could always be traced, but this incident happened before

But there was something inside that the dean couldn't understand.
To be continued...