What kind of assassination unit, I, Heaton, don't know.
"Bang bang bang."
There was a knock on the door, and before Heaton could reply, the minister came in.
Ernest had never asked Heaton for his opinion on such trivial matters. He only asked Heaton for his opinion on major national issues that Heaton could not decide at his age.
Perhaps when Heaton gets older, all this will turn around.
Who can bear this?
Heaton couldn't bear it anyway, he wasn't even wearing any pants!
"Minister, why did you come in?" I should ask anyway.
"Your Majesty, the assassination team is here, don't you go and take a look?"
The minister looked at Qiao Na serving Heaton who was getting dressed and asked.
It was now three strokes higher. Originally, the minister was waiting for Heaton to take the initiative to come to him, but to his surprise, he did not wait for the little emperor.
In fact, ministers usually don't get up early. He has the power of the emperor, but he does not do the emperor's business. He leaves daily affairs to the people below. Only matters that threaten his rule are submitted to him for decision-making.
Usually, when I am free, I can only research which house officer has a beautiful wife, or which subordinate can offer some novel gadgets to make myself happy.
There is nothing you don't want every day.
Some time ago, a bad guy named Yang Gang played a gender-guessing game with himself. It was quite novel to cut open a pregnant woman alive.
Let him find a wife of an internal affairs officer next time!
"Assassination unit? Oh, it's what Interior Minister Cai Jiu said last time. I forgot about it." Heaton suddenly realized.
"Well, yes, they are at General Bude's training ground now. I guess General Bude has arrived a long time ago. Do you want to take a look?"
"Of course I want to go. I heard that they are about the same age as me and they are all from other places. I want to go see if they have any other fun things."
The minister smiled and led the way.
Heaton jumped behind and stared at the minister's back with a smile.
"Minister, why don't you eat meat anymore? I want you to share a piece with me. I didn't even eat when I got up."
Ernest's face darkened and he said nothing.
'You still don't know the reason why I don't bring meat. I eat a piece, you grab a piece, and you still take a bite, and it's all covered with saliva. It's called a taste!'
"Yolanda, go and prepare some breakfast for His Majesty." The minister first ordered Yolanda, who had fallen out of favor, to go to the kitchen, and then explained to Heaton: "Your Majesty, I have had some indigestion these past two days, so I should eat less meat."
"Well, then, minister, you should take care of your health. Don't be like me last time, when you got sick and felt so uncomfortable."
"Your Majesty, please worry." Ernest smiled.
'I won't get sick, you brat'
'Uuuuuuuah, now I have to avoid this little guy when I eat meat. I'm so, so pitiful!'
The minister had already dismissed the other maids, leaving only Yolanda and Joanna to serve Heaton closely.
Because he found that the presence or absence of other maids was not a big problem. If Heaton wanted to do something, he would never ignore the obstruction of these maids, and even stay away when doing bad things. He would be tired and being served.
When the time comes, they can stick it on.
Yolanda has naturally fallen out of favor, and now Heaton likes Jonna very much, and even often lets Jonna hug her, which is something Yolanda has almost never experienced.
Yolanda's ambition was nipped in the bud before it was fully born.
Joanna is a shy little girl. Sometimes Heaton puts his hand in the wrong place unconsciously, which makes the little girl blush.
The assassination force is a secret plan, but it's not that secret.
Yolanda and Jonna knew it was okay.
After all, the most perfect assassination is to kill everyone. Judging from the plot of the previous comic, whether it is a night attack or an assassination team, there is no style that Heaton believes an assassination organization should have.
After all, it's just a hot-blooded... hot-blooded show.
Of all the plot characters, Chelsea is more like a real assassin, deceiving, killing with one hit, and escaping.
But Chelsea is so miserable, woo woo woo.
Before arriving at Bude's training ground, Yolanda brought him back early.
It's not rich, after all, it didn't make it to the dining table for a royal meal.
The food styles in the world of Red Eyes are quite diverse. At least what Heaton could eat in his previous life can be eaten in this world. Even because the meat of dangerous species is more delicious, the food becomes more delicious.
It's not rich, but Yolanda has quite a lot of variety.
There are Western-style breakfasts such as hot dogs, ham, fruits, and milk, as well as steamed buns, pies, and more Chinese-style breakfasts.
Of course, Yolanda took this according to Heaton's taste. Heaton picked up a meat bun and started to chew it.
"Minister, do you want it?" Heaton smiled and raised the half-bitten bun and handed it to the minister.
"I've eaten and I'm not hungry now." The minister refused directly without any hesitation.
"Hey hey hey, okay."
Heaton rubbed his belly, which was obviously fatter, and smiled happily.
I am getting further and further away from the thin little emperor in the original plot.
'Humph, being fat is a blessing.'
As soon as he entered the training ground, Heaton saw a dozen or twenty children running circles.
Of course, the figure of General Bude is the most conspicuous.
There was a figure lying next to his feet, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Heaton knows!
It was dead at the time.
Goziqi had long since escaped from the chaos. Wasn't it just the death of a colleague on the first day? It's not like he had never experienced it before.
What, the first person killed by the imperial military attache was still beside me, and he crushed his neck to pieces.
What does it have to do with me, huh?
The Imperial Fist Temple is the number one temple in the empire. Many military officers in the empire have gone to the Imperial Fist Temple to practice, and even young ministers have practiced there.
Among them, the four ghosts of the Rakshasa of the Imperial Fist Temple are the symbols of the Imperial Fist Temple. They are directly under the imperial power and obey the emperor's orders.
Assassination, protection, everything.
Gozichi was one of the four ghosts of the previous Imperial Fist Temple, but he felt that he had been in trouble since he took over as the head of the assassination force, and nothing went according to his plan.
He has his own unique arrogance, but in this palace, facing Bude, ministers, and the emperor, this arrogance has to bow his head, even if the emperor is a three-year-old child.
The three-year-old child in front of me was chewing meat buns and behaving casually.
"Are you Gozichi?" Heaton asked looking at this handsome middle-aged man.
He is still a decadent and somewhat vicissitudes of life uncle.
"Yes, I am Gozizi, Your Majesty." Gozizi responded.
"Then can they play with me?" Heaton pointed to the assassination troops running circles in the field.
'Play?'
Gozici didn't know what to reply for a moment.
‘Am I not the head of the assassination force? I am actually the head of the kindergarten and the head of the emperor’s nanny team!’