Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

And at this time, inside the palace of Usas.

Emperor Fyodor of Usas is summoning a messenger who travels day and night to deliver important news from afar directly to his eyes.

And this time the news is that after the grain collected by the empire this year was filled into the treasury, the grain reserves of the treasury exceeded one-third of the standard value, which is undoubtedly good news.

This messenger was called Ninier, he was the new messenger of Emperor Usas, and today he brought news to the emperor from afar for the first time was good news, which made Niniel not happy.

"Your Majesty, the falling snow in the distant part of the empire has brought a message that the wheat fragrance at the end of the year, ten thousand grains returned to the warehouse, and after filling the national treasury this year, the grain we collected this year exceeded one-third of the standard amount."

He respectfully held up his hands, on which was an extremely clean envelope, spotless, the crimson red on the envelope, the fire paint of the hot gold thread still shining.

The details of this matter are recorded in this letter, but most of them may be praising how wise the emperor is and how great the empire is.

Fyodor stood up and smiled with satisfaction:

"Very good, the grace of the empire shines on you and me, may the Usas Empire prosper like the first emperor under my leadership."

Then Fyodor took it in his hand with one hand, returned to his throne, picked up the letter opening knife placed next to him, and removed the fire paint on the envelope with a forceful slash.

Then he opened the boxy letter inside and was about to start reading.

Suddenly, Fyodor thought about it and threw the letter opening knife in his hand that was about to be put back into place towards the ground in front of the messenger's eyes.

Boom~

With the sound of a crisp metal object hitting the ground, the messenger with his head bowed suddenly saw that there was suddenly something more on the ground in front of him, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the emperor's letter opening knife!

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

When the messenger saw Emperor Fyodor of Usas throwing the used letter-opening knife in front of him, he was a little puzzled but did not dare to say it explicitly, so he could only respectfully ask His Majesty what his orders were.

"Take it, this is a grace to you."

The emperor in front of him looked at the letter, and the corner of his eyes did not even put a little afterglow on him, and he just said so.

"This... Thank you, Your Majesty!! May the glory of the empire blow through thousands of mountains and mountains, and all things will be prosperous! The

messenger was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he was ecstatic, and quickly knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

You know, Emperor Fernando's personal items are extremely luxurious, such as the handle of this letter breaker is all made of gold, and there are two rubies on it.

The blade is also made with the best cold iron of Usas, and although it is only a small letter opening knife, it can be called a valuable treasure!

If you want to sell it yourself, the final price may be enough to buy a villa in the best place in Usas and then go through the black passage to buy a viscount.

But of course, it is impossible to sell it, this letter opening knife has the emperor's appreciation and recognition of himself, and he already plans to continue it as a family heirloom.

The messenger carefully lifted the letter opener on the ground with both hands as if he were holding a newborn baby, and after expressing his gratitude to the emperor again, he bent down and stared at the letter opener in front of him the whole time.

However, ecstatically, he did not know that this letter opening knife still had the blood left by the previous messenger.

Because this messenger did not bring good news to the emperor, the emperor also gave him his exclusive "favor" with this letter opening knife - this letter opening knife penetrated his throat.

The joyful new messenger probably did not know that sooner or later he would follow in the messenger's footsteps.

"Your Majesty..."

At this time, Fyodor's personal assistant Werther stepped forward.

"Werther? It's you, what's the matter? Seeing

Werther on the side, Fyodor put down the letter and said to Witte.

Speaker Witt can be said to be his most trusted subordinate, and his ability has been proven in countless practices, he is his own talent, and in the entire palace of Usas, Fyodor trusts him the most.

"I'm sorry to disturb you to see Your Majesty, but the one has arrived..." Werther

actually understood that it was very impolite to forcibly interrupt the emperor when he was reading the letter, even if the emperor took this to punish it, but the arrival of that person really made Witte feel pressured.

"The one? What the?

Fyodor frowned, seemingly not remembering for a moment.

From the point of view of arrogance, he does not have to be less of Ditheus, the source of Ditheus' arrogance is his own Sakaz Blood Demon Court, and the source of his arrogance is his own Usas Empire.

"Ditheus Brad, a member of the Kazdale Military Council, came from Lentinium, my Majesty, he has been waiting for a while over there in the drawing room..."

said Witte cautiously, for fear of displeased Fyodor in front of him.

And what he didn't expect was that Ditheus called Fyodor an idiot, but Fyodor also looked down on Theseus:

"Oh, please, Witt, you are not a clown courtier, this matter, let you deal with this, I have nothing to talk about with the group of demon guys in the Kazdale Military Council, you go and send him casually."

When Fyodor heard this, he picked up the letter again with an impatient look, waved his hand, and said to Vetter.

At this time, Werther really broke out in a cold sweat.

What he didn't say was that the guard on the other side of the drawing room was just whispering a damn dirty blood demon to the back of Theseus.

As a result, Ditheus turned around and burst into trouble, twisting his whole head directly like a screw three times, and now the corpses are still lying there, and no one dares to collect them.

That guy is also not a good serving Lord, and after a while the devil knows what will happen.

Although Witte thought that he was not afraid of Ditheus, if nothing else, there were now six internal guards stationed in the palace of Usas as a cutting-edge security force.

But behind Ditheus stood the entire Sakaz Blood Demon Court, and if it expanded a little, it might involve the entire Sakaz King Court and the Kazdale Military Council.

Although Usas is strong, he does not want to erect such a completely unnecessary enemy for nothing.

"Your Majesty... My Majesty... You'd better go there yourself, maybe the group of demon guys in Kazdale suddenly changed their sex, and they want to declare their loyalty to the empire..."

At this time, Witte could only bite the bullet and say stupid things that even he didn't believe.

But Witte himself did not believe it, but Fyodor put down the letter that was about to be raised again, and his eyes showed a copy of what it should be, and said:

"Well, this is also true, then, let's go, my favorite."

Fyodor put the letter down, stood up, and swaggered ahead, while Witte hurried to follow.

"Your Majesty, you are like this, how can you rest assured of the empire..."

Witte followed behind Fyodor, silently reciting in his heart, this sentence can only be digested by himself, as long as he follows Fyodor for a day, then this sentence cannot be spoken.

After all, he was a courtier, and his descendants were also Usas, ministers.

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And at this time, inside the drawing room.

Ditheus was already a little impatient, he was a person with a strong sense of time, and if the person who made him wait in front of him was not the foolish emperor of Usas, he would have crushed him with blood.

But he had to leave this foolish emperor behind.

Not only did the entire Usas Empire stand behind him, but with his questionable IQ, he could not threaten the plans of the Court of Kings of Trasis and Sakaz for the time being.

If Fyodor dies and is replaced by a talented emperor, Kazdale's reconstruction may be hindered, which is not something he is happy to see.

"Your Majesty has arrived... May the glory of the empire blow through thousands of mountains and mountains, and glory to all things..."

At this time, the only remaining guard at the door knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and greeted him respectfully.

So, Fyodor slowly took his seat under the waiter of Werther on the side.

"Ho ho...!!"

But suddenly, Fyodor in front of him saw the terrifying blood hole in Theseus's chest, and the whole person was scared half to death, his hands held the armrests on both sides of the seat, and his feet began to kick back unconsciously.

And because Werther had seen it before, he was similar to Fyodor at that time, and now his face is a little ugly, and he forgot to remind the emperor just now that this is his own responsibility.

"You... You...... On his chest..."

Fyodor pointed to the bloody cavity in Theseus' chest, stammering in a snorting tone.

"Thank you for your concern, this big hole in my chest is of no importance to me, just a memorial, then, I have something to say, Your Excellency Fyodor."

Ditheus didn't care what Fyodor in front of him thought when he saw the cavity in his chest, he didn't say a word of politeness, and went straight to the subject:

"According to the results of the inspection of our patrol unit of the Kazdale Military Council in Victory, Usas sent several internal guards and nearly ten groups of secret investigation teams to conduct covert transnational military operations around Victoria and even Lentinium."

"We haven't received any news before, any informing, if it weren't for the patrol forces on our side who caught a little clue recently, maybe your behavior would continue forever."

"And just to say that there is already a whole group of soldiers of the Sakhaz royal court army on the outskirts of Victory, who died defending the ordinary residents of Victoria from harassment and threats from the Usas secret investigation team."

"The Dukes and Warlords of Victoria seem to be deaf and dumb to this, and turn a deaf ear to your actions, and I have reason to suspect that you have used improper means to blind them intermittently."

The more Ditheus spoke back, the colder his tone became.

"So what do you mean?"

Fyodor frowned, seemingly not understanding what the long list of Ditheus meant.

"It seems that your intelligence is not even enough to understand, so I still told you in the vernacular of communicating with a three-year-old child, condensed into one sentence."

The contempt in Ditheus's eyes was unconcealed, and then he said:

"Don't you think that your hand is stretched too long? Do you need me to chop it off for you?! "