It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"The top leaders of this country have made too many stupid ideas because of meaningless political struggles. The militants in the Paris Regency have no understanding of the situation on the front line, but they have repeatedly interfered with our strategy. Even if I have reached my position today, I can only play my best. Little effect."

The brigadier rubbed his eyebrows,

"To be honest, I am pessimistic about this war. Maybe I should consider leaving with my family in advance. At least the war in the mortal world should not affect your world, right?"

Tom didn't expect the other party's statement to be so direct.

"I agreed to arrange this meeting, or this is what I have been looking forward to..."

He lowered his voice a little.

"The emperor's condition is not normal. I suspect he has been cursed."

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According to the brigadier general, Napoleon III's physical condition became quite bad before the defeat in the Metz war. With the suspected mysterious influence on the frontline battle situation, it is difficult for him to suspect that the Pope's illness has no mysterious factors at all.

To be honest, Tom Miller didn't pay much attention to this statement. From the information he got, it seemed that what the "Albion Brotherhood" was expecting was a large-scale battle and the dead.

As for which direction the final balance will tilt, it should not be within their consideration.In other words, the premature division of the war will not be conducive to their achievement of this goal.

Sedan does not have an overly luxurious palace. As the nominal commander of this battle, Emperor Napoleon III is in the command post transformed from the former city hall.

Tom sat alone in a reception room, waiting for the summons from His Majesty, whom he had never met. According to prior arrangements, he had entrusted Connor to take Detective Francois out of the town.

In order to relieve some slight tension, he took some refreshments offered by the maid.

When he ate the second macaron, the executor noticed that the atmosphere of the meeting was very different from what he had imagined.

He originally thought that he would enter a tightly guarded place, and only after a body search and all necessary procedures could he talk to the emperor at a distance of several meters.Maybe there are still a few dark wizards with strong magic power hidden in the corner of that room, watching his every move closely.

But so far, Tom Miller has not noticed the sight or eye-catching magical energy peeping at him in this building.

At this time, a gentleman in a tuxedo appeared in the living room.

"His Majesty the Emperor has agreed to the meeting, please move to the conservatory to meet His Majesty."

Tom immediately got up to pay his respects, and followed the gentleman out of the reception room. In the process, he secretly communicated with the heroic warrior "Catherine" hiding behind him.

But the latter didn't notice any noteworthy source of magic power in this building, but she seemed to resist instinctively heading towards the greenhouse.

This phenomenon made Tom frown. He trusted Catherine's intuition. If the latter resisted going to the conservatory, there must be some unknown danger in the conservatory.

However, now that he has no room to back down, at least he has to consider evacuation after trying again.

The conservatory is an area set up inside the city hall. The zenith here is completely made of transparent glass, with good lighting, and the indoor temperature is at least ten degrees higher than the street outside.

Many plants that should not have appeared in this season bloomed all around the indoor garden, which spreads all over the corners of the conservatory, and the cross-shaped passages converge in the center to form an elegant circular pavilion.

A middle-aged man with slender eyes and brown curly hair sat in the gazebo.

When he saw the emperor with a thick beard, wearing a black marshal uniform, and a large number of gold medals and red ribbons, a chill suddenly rose from Tom Miller's back.

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Before coming here, he had envisioned countless possibilities for the meeting, but he had never considered that the source of this danger came from the emperor himself.

Under his spiritual vision, sitting on the high-backed chair under the gazebo was a strange man with a mummy-like appearance. The so-called emperor was simply an illusion created by the confusion spell!

The surface of the mummy seemed to be scorched, and there were gray-white flames visible to the naked eye flowing through the open wounds.

"sit."

The man who looked like a mummy smiled at him. Tom noticed that all the soldiers in the greenhouse and the waiters just turned a blind eye to this scene. Their spiritual lights were all extinguished at this moment and turned into puppets with simple shapes and dull eyes. .

"And that lady, if you don't mind, you can talk to me."

He found Catherine?

Tom was already in a cold sweat. In his eyes, it was clear that the other party didn't even have any strength, but his intuition told him that it was an extremely terrifying existence.

Within the scope of the greenhouse, he couldn't even silently recite the honorable names of the two executive officers. Some kind of strange force completely sealed off this space, and his prayer was distorted to an unknown existence.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just talk... I haven't chatted with people like this for a long time."

The mummy beckoned to them, and Tom noticed that "Catherine" had fallen from that strange shadow state, and looked on guard.

However, before their consciousness could react in any other way, Tom and Catherine's bodies had already defied their own will and sat opposite the man.

Tom Miller took a deep breath to calm himself down, he probably already guessed the other party's identity.He simply no longer maintained his spirit vision. The face of the "Napoleon III" emperor with slender eyes and bushy beard was much more pleasing to the eye than a mummy, which was good for his mental health.

"You must be Kraft's original theology professor, Mr. Ulysses Philip."

The emperor stroked his beard and looked at him with a half-smile,

"Why do you think so?"

"Because... there are not many wizards in this world who can make the heroic warriors defenseless. Considering that this war is related to the actions of the Albion Brotherhood, your identity is very important. It’s obvious.”

The emperor nodded,

"Indeed, it's not difficult to guess, so I won't praise you for it."

"But you quickly became calm enough, which is quite a quality. I thought you would panic and try to escape when you guessed who I was."

Tom Miller asked a rhetorical question:

"Does that work?"

"Indeed, I don't intend to let you go so easily."

The emperor smiled, then changed the subject,

"This lady's current state is called 'heroic warrior'. She is indeed very powerful. I smell some apostles in her body—no, not only apostles, but also human wizards, Yalong, and night banshees. ... Tsk, you executors really have no bottom line at all, it's exactly the same as in the past."

Catherine is different from those biological weapons that only follow hunger, thirst and instinct to kill. She still retains some shadows of the past.

Tom retorted in his heart. He didn't think it was evil to sign a contract for a noble ideal and still contribute after death.At least not as bottomless as Philip said.

"Of course you can think so. You call her Catherine? What a nice name. The soul body used by this lady is your former executor companion, right?"

The emperor tapped his cheek with his nails, making a clear sound as if he were touching something hard, as if he was wearing a mask made of hard material.

Can he read my mind?

Tom was taken aback.

"Of course, this is a compulsory part of the later courses in Magical Psychology. Perhaps the quality of Kraft's teaching has declined without my knowledge?"

"That's an elective."

Tom subconsciously emphasized.

A little astonishment appeared on the emperor's face,

"From the first time I met that Miss Williams long ago, I have been thinking... Is it true that Kraft's students no longer pursue all courses at the same time as in the past? ?"

"Did all magic apprentices of that era do such horrific things?"

Tom muttered quietly.

The emperor "Napoleon III" was silent for a moment, then sighed.

Chapter 112 Philip’s Game

Tom felt himself relaxed inadvertently, as if sitting across from a long-time friend or respected professor at school.

After noticing this anomaly, he became silent, avoiding revealing more secrets.

"...Hell, I have even revealed some information about the apostle plan."

Although this plan is no longer as important as it used to be after the high-level members of the Albion Brotherhood were wiped out, it is by no means information that should be mentioned in front of Ulysses Philip.

"You're right to think that, even though it doesn't make much sense."

"Human thinking will never stop for a moment. This is our instinct as intelligent creatures. The more cautious people are, the more accustomed they are to thinking. This habit is not so easy to change-it makes you almost There are no secrets."

Tom ignored him, just silently counting the numbers from zero to a thousand.

"This is indeed a method... But are you planning to stay here forever? To be honest, you probably don't have any secrets that I need to know. If there are, I can also obtain it through other more methods. "

"102, 103, 104..."

Tom just closed his eyes, while Catherine had been on guard since just now, her body was trembling instinctively but not in fear.

The emperor looked at him with interest,

"Let me take a guess at what you're planning. You're still counting those stupid numbers, but it's not that hard to guess."

He pointed at the gray-robed figure sitting on the other side of the stone table with his fingers wearing several rings,

"This time you brought Miss Catherine to carry out the task of negotiating with Emperor Napoleon III, or using magic to influence the emperor's decision-making. Before you leave, this matter must have been recorded in the executor's file. When you lost contact After exceeding a certain limit, your superiors will notice something unusual about Sedan Town and the Emperor."

"The power you used this time is not too weak, so it is very likely that your executive officer or other high-level people will come next time. You have figured out that I am not in good condition, so I can only hide under your nose incognito , most likely won’t be able to deal with the reinforcements that appear next time.”

Tom was still reciting the numbers silently with his eyes closed, but the rhythm was obviously half a beat slower than before.

"189...190."

"Look, you must have been guessed by me. Your heartbeat just now increased, your breathing became short of breath, and your blood flow has also changed."

The emperor spread his hands, as if convinced that he had guessed the other party's mind, he laughed happily.

This is not similar to the record about Ulysses Philip's character in the data, perhaps the other party's performance is closer to the owner of the face he is using at this time.

"In your plan, even if you can't be saved at that time, you can exchange your life for my downfall, which is quite worth it; even if you don't succeed, you'll just be killed by me, and death won't make anything worse The result. You don’t lose any more than you have now.”

"It's a good deal...at least you think so."

Tom stopped reciting silently, and after realizing that his cover-up was meaningless, he could calmly look into the other person's eyes.

"You are right, but so what, do you want to kill me now and escape?"

The emperor chuckled, shook his head and touched the two long and upturned beards on his upper lip with his fingers.

"It's boring. When you executors face this kind of thing, your reactions are similar."

"Now I seriously doubt that your education has gone wrong, just like those evil religions that let believers sacrifice themselves alive. I don't think people who don't respect their own lives have the ability to save others. You are like this, that terrible So does Miss."

His expression became serious.

"There is no one who does not cherish his life, even though there may be more important things in this world-but, at least I think, one should not blindly consider dying when there is a chance to survive-that is undoubtedly a A practice that desecrates life and violates human ethics."

He tentatively asked: