(Thanks to "Shanshu Yuren" for being promoted to the alliance leader, thanks to the boss "Qi Qi Le" for the reward of 500 starting coins, and thanks to "Mr. Sa's Music Enthusiast" for the reward of 10,000 yuan)

"Be careful of Stern King. Don't be fooled by his appearance. He is an extremely dangerous person." Napoleon VII hugged Cheng Mo, patted his back gently with his hand, and whispered in his ear.

explain.

"I think there is no one who is not in danger." Cheng Mo hugged back, and then responded to Napoleon VII's farewell kiss with a somewhat embarrassed expression, even though he had just bid with Stern King in full view of the public.

I felt something, but it felt a little weird at this moment.

After Napoleon VII let go of his hand, he noticed Cheng Mo's strangeness, smiled slightly, and said: "In France, the kiss between men not only expresses the intimacy of the relationship, but also has another meaning. We are one."

circle"

Cheng Mo didn't know how to answer. He was still quite immature when it came to social interaction. This wasn't something he could learn by himself just by reading a lot of books. He could only say nothing and smile.

Napoleon VII also responded with a smile, then turned to Xie Minyun and said gently: "Hier, I'm very sorry for the poor reception today. If there is anything that is not satisfactory, I hope you don't mind."

Cheng Mo also looked at Xie Minyun beside him, looking at her side face but thinking in his heart: People always say that the circle determines the level of life. For this reason, many people squeezed their heads to get to know dignitaries, hoping to enter a higher level.

Circle, but don’t know that circle is the same as class. Only if you meet the conditions can you enter the circle you want to enter. Just like not long ago, the Japanese nobleman Saionji Benimaru chose to trade with him; just like now, Napoleon

The seventh generation chose to cooperate with him not because he thought Cheng Mo was powerful, but because he was Xie Minyun's husband.

"For a group of people standing at the top of the pyramid, no matter how strong their ability is, it is not the ticket to enter their circle, but their identity and the resources behind their identity. If Xie Minyun had not married herself, whether it was Xiyuanji Benimaru or Napoleon

No one in the seventh generation would choose to cooperate with him, and this trip to Europe will be much more difficult." Cheng Mo used this to advise himself not to be inflated by Napoleon VII's words, even if it is difficult to communicate with a wealthy family like Napoleon VII.

Something to be proud of.

"You are so humble. Today's banquet was great. I spent a pleasant night. If you and Dai Wa go to China if you have time, Cheng Mo and I will definitely do our best to be landlords." After saying this, Xie Minyun took Cheng Mo's hand.

Silent hand.

"If you don't tell me this, I will definitely go." Napoleon VII smiled, and then he waved his hand. Morris, who was standing behind him, walked to the front and raised a photo album in his hand with the name of the Napoleon family printed on it.

The velvet box with the emblem was handed to Napoleon VII. Napoleon VII took the box and handed it to Cheng Mo, "This is a small wedding gift prepared by Dai Wa and I. I hope you don't mind that it is too late."

Cheng Mo didn't know whether he should accept it or not. He hesitated and turned to look at Xie Minyun beside him.

Before Xie Minyun had time to say anything, Dai Wa took the box from Napoleon VII, stuffed it into Cheng Mo's arms, and said, "You are not allowed to refuse a wedding gift!"

Cheng Mo could only hold the red velvet box in his arms. He felt that the things inside were very light and did not seem to be very valuable, so Cheng Mo said "Thank you".

Xie Minyun also thanked Napoleon VII and said goodbye again. The two got into the Rolls-Royce, and Jiang Jun, wearing a Tai Chi Dragon uniform, closed the car door.

In the deep night, Napoleon VII stood by the horseshoe steps and watched the black Rolls-Royce slowly drive out of the Palace of Fontainebleau shrouded in dim light.

There are no street lights on the D607 highway. You can only see the thick shadows of trees outside the window with the high beam. Xie Minyun turned on the overhead light. The Rolls-Royce's glittering starry sky overhead light disappeared, and a bright yellow light spread down. Xie Minyun took it

He picked up the red velvet box placed between the two of them and said, "Look what it is."

Cheng Mo turned his head and looked over, watching Xie Minyun open the red velvet box. Unexpectedly, he untied the red silk with a bow and picked up the lid. Inside was an old piece of cardboard with French written on it.

It seemed to be quite old. There was a row of cursive French characters on the cardboard, a few lines of small words in the middle, and at the bottom there was a string of red seals and the signature of Napoleon VII.

"The title deed of Chateau Rigo," Xie Minyun said with some surprise, "is still an old winery built in 1790 on the right bank of Bordeaux." Xie Minyun turned to look at Cheng Mo and said, "The value of this winery is at least 25 million.

It is too valuable for more than 10 euros and cannot be taken away. It must be returned."

"You don't have to give it back, I did him a big favor." Chengmo thought that Napoleon VII was a reward for handing back the key. From the perspective of interest exchange, it seemed that he made a lot of money, but this was because

Napoleon VII didn't know that he was the Chosen One whose level exceeded level 33. If we put this point aside, what he got in exchange for the "Cross Bee" this time was just a small profit, which can be regarded as sharing with Napoleon VII.

win.

Xie Minyun never asked Cheng Mo what he had just talked about with Napoleon VII. He still didn't ask at this time and just said: "Isn't it right for friends to help each other?"

Cheng was silent and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"But since you said so, let's just wait for him to return a big gift when he gets married. You must not cooperate with the other party in private. This kind of thing must be decided by the organization." Xie Minyun said seriously.

said.

"Don't tell me, Napoleon VII really wants to cooperate with us." After a pause, Cheng Mo continued: "He just told me that not only can he give us Asgard information, but he can also help operate two level 33

The chosen one will enter."

Xie Minyun was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and said: "It's important, I'll tell my uncle first." When he took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, Xie Minyun stopped again and looked at Cheng Mo, "It's up to you to follow

Instructor Bai said it would be better."

Napoleon VII returned to the dark room and began to clear away the books spread out on the table. After finishing all the books, a head carved with a knife appeared on the table.

Huo Ran is the most famous mustache in the world.

Napoleon VII touched the uneven lines with his hand and stared at him intently. At this time, the air behind him trembled slightly, like surging ripples, and the old-fashioned incandescent light bulb swayed slightly in mid-air, burning.

The tungsten wire flashed twice as if it was short-circuited, and the room entered a fleeting alternation of light and darkness. After the light entered a stable state, a huge black shadow appeared on the dark red wooden floor, and then there was a sound.

A dull German greeting: "I never thought we would meet here one day."

This sound was mixed with heavy breathing, like a person's breathing after running for a long time, and a vague mist seemed to appear in the claustrophobic dark room.

Napoleon VII did not look back, he just clenched the golden scepter in his hand, moved his eyes to stare at the mountain-like reflection on the table, and responded in German: "Isn't the interesting thing about this world lies in the 'unexpected'?

"

"To be honest, I would rather see you in the arena than in a dark room that has been silent for almost two hundred years." The black shadow turned his head, and the sound of friction of iron could be heard in the air, "It seems that you are still there

It would be too disappointing to dwell on the glory of the past and not even dare to accept Joseph's challenge."

Napoleon VII smiled, lightly pulled away the chair next to him with one hand, turned around and made a gesture of invitation to the other party.

The man under the incandescent lamp is wearing a gas mask with double filters, but unlike the ordinary double filters on both sides of the cheeks, these two filters, one large and one small, are arranged up and down, like a broken bird's beak.

The gas mask is made of brown cowhide, with rough stitches crawling on it like a centipede. What protects the eyes is not a transparent lens, but two copper barrels that look like microscope objectives. What’s even weirder is the gas mask.

The mask is not completely closed, but is tied to the opponent's huge head by five leather straps. The man's forehead is made of silver alloy, and the alloy extends to the top of his head, and then there is a piece of golden fluff.

Napoleon VII looked at the mysterious man named "0", who was actually the leader of the Eighty-eight Teutonic Knights, and said: "You don't have to be in the arena to win, and I don't care.

The one who wins or loses in one or two rounds of wrestling.”

"Really?" The other party snorted, then lifted up his thick leather windbreaker and sat on the chair. Even if he was sitting, he was not much shorter than the standing Napoleon VII. He would be wearing a black full-length coat.

The metal hand rested on the table, just on the edge of the mustache head, and began to beat the thick oak table rhythmically, "It seems that I was the first to arrive. Your people lack a sense of time."

"No. 0, you are impatient. You came too early. There are still three minutes until twelve o'clock." A clear voice sounded from the entrance of the dark room, and then a young blond man wearing a blue palace attire and a red ribbon walked along.

Go down the spiral staircase.

"It's different after inheriting the title. I speak louder." Number Zero said mockingly.

"It's better than someone who hides behind a mask and dare not show his true face." the man responded.

"Let's spend our time on business and don't waste our time. Everyone's time is precious now." Another person appeared at the entrance of the dark room, and the elegant Prince Akeem also walked down.

"Yes, this is probably the last time we can get together before we take action. Don't waste time." Prince Albert II of Morocco also walked in, followed by Prince Pierre Casiraghi of Morocco and Philip of Sweden.

Prince Marius, Prince of Norway.

The last one to come in was Amedeo, who had just lost the fight. He turned his back and closed the door. For a moment, the creak of the stairs and the sound of heavy footsteps were left in the room.

A group of people sat down around a simple long table full of scratches. It was hard to imagine that the most famous royal family in Europe were almost gathered here, in a closed and dull room.

Everyone's expressions were not relaxed, like a 100-meter sprinter holding his breath waiting for the starting gun to sound.

Only the sound of No. 0's black metal fingers tapping on the table was heard, and the "ta-da-da" sound was like a countdown pendulum.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" A real bell sounded outside the darkroom.

The twelve o'clock bell.

After twelve rings, Napoleon VII said in a deep voice: "Today's Europa is like a fan hanging above our heads. Although its noise is loud enough and even crumbling, the capitalists still turn a blind eye, but what we have to do is not

To completely destroy it, what we have to do is to first try to remove those corrupt parts, those globalization, immigration waves and free trade that have been prevalent for a long time and exist in the liberal consciousness."

Number Zero sneered and said, "This is your purpose, not mine."

"There is no need for Zero to be too extreme. Too extreme will cause unnecessary trouble. The Europa machine has been broken for too long. Excessive force will destroy it." Napoleon VII said seriously.

"Differences are definitely inevitable. When the time comes, you don't care what I do in Germany, and I don't care what you do in your country!" Zero's voice came from the canister like the heartbeat of a stethoscope.

"We, Europa, are a whole. We can't just ignore it now. If you are too radical, you will definitely give Stargate an excuse to intervene!" Prince Akeem said.

"You mean if I don't act radically, Stargate won't intervene?" Zero asked.

"As long as it is not so radical, at least there is room for maneuver," Prince Akeem said.

"Do you know why I agreed to cooperate with you? It's not for any bullshit rights, but for us to have the final say. It's for us to have the ability to protect ourselves. I'm not a politician. I just want to drive away those who occupy our land.

Of course, we, the chosen ones, must stand openly and openly in the sun. We have been hiding in the shadows for too long. There is no need to hide so carefully." No. 0 stopped knocking on the table and switched to using

He banged his fist on the table and said loudly.

"Of course this is also our goal, but we have to do it step by step. Any big thing starts from small steps, and nothing can be accomplished overnight!" Napoleon VII stared at the two lens barrels of No. 0 and said with a frown.

"You can take your time, but I won't. I will kill all enemies. There will be no compromise." Zero said, looking at Napoleon VII in a confrontational manner.

"This is different from what we agreed at the beginning." Prince Phillip stood up, supporting the table and glared at No. Zero.

Zero also stood up. He was much taller than Prince Phillip, completely covering Prince Phillip in the shadows. He lowered his head and looked at Prince Phillip and said: "Why is it different? It's not that you said you want to show our heaven to ordinary people."

Didn’t the Chosen One’s powerful strength make them feel in awe? Didn’t you say that we should first break the false lie of equality and make everyone realize that the world has never been unequal? ​​Didn’t you say that we should establish a system based on the Chosen One?

A new rule model? There is no need to worry too much about the army. Europa's army is just a mess. As long as we can let the students marching in the streets attract the attention of the army, the army will not pose any danger to us. As long as we can do it in Christianfield

By encircling and suppressing the chosen ones of all other organizations, Europa will surely achieve its greatest renaissance."

Zero waved his hand, and a line of fire hit the map hanging in the center of the wall. The location of Europa instantly burned. "History will remember this moment, because today is not only the most important day for Europa, but also for the whole world."
Chapter completed!