Thousands of sparks

Chapter 27 Oriole
Dusande sat on the sofa, his face was blue, and his hands were clasped tightly on the armrests on both sides of the sofa.His hands were white, his face was tense, and he even trembled slightly.

It is impossible not to be nervous, Dusande is currently sitting on the airship.On the sofa in the room next to him, sat an ordinary to featureless head of the heraldry management department.

Dusande's current state is a bit like being taken hostage, but no one cares what a ten-year-old boy is doing.He was just taken onto the airship by two postmen in red, and then locked in the room.

What makes Du Sande nervous is not only the state of being deprived of freedom, but also the strange movement of the airship.

This ship is now in a state of engine shutdown, and the hull is completely suspended in mid-air by the buoyancy obtained through the airbags. Most of the time, the entire airship will not make any noise at all.But after the wind blows, the metal plates and exposed metal connecting rods on the airship will always make a tooth-piercing "creaking" sound.

Then Dusande would feel a noticeable shift in steering and center of gravity caused by being pushed by the wind.This sudden change would make him suddenly feel his heart lift up a bit.

Just being pushed by the wind is already frightening, but the scary thing is yet to come.

About every few minutes, the sound of a jet of gas would resound in all directions of Dusand at the same time.And with the sound, it was also accompanied by a large twist and shake of the hull.

Every time there is such a sound, Dusande will immediately flash in his mind all kinds of images of catastrophe in the sky that he has seen in his previous life.Although ten years have passed, the memory of those shocking scenes has already begun to fade... But it's okay to scare him half to death.

The airship just floated in the sky for almost two quarters of an hour.Then, Dusand heard the voice of the middle-aged red-clothed postman through the door, "Back it, they won't do anything."

Du Sande suppressed the panic in his heart, frowned and pondered.

Who is this "they"... referring to?Do it, what are you talking about?
Bourne would bring himself by his side, and even set up such a "house arrest" room, which shows that he has a need to control himself, and what this need is...Dusande is not particularly sure.

His father is a professional soldier, and his mother is a mid-level noble lady.Neither of them seemed likely to pose an immediate threat to a head of secret service working for the Royal Mail's Arms Administration.Then, the possibility of controlling parents with oneself is not great.

But if it weren't for this, Dusand really couldn't think of any other forces that would pose a threat to Bourne and be resolved by taking himself as a hostage.

It can't be to deal with the Belford family who is said to have a long history but has never seen the old house in Olin, right?
Could it be possible that my uncles, who had never met before, could have killed all the way from Orin to Newsail for themselves, and then shot Bourne to death on the spot?

This is an empire, not the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms where nobles and nobles are rampant.

Dusande mustered up the courage to stand up, stepped on the back of the sofa, and glanced at the scenery outside the porthole.

He was actually a little worried that he didn't give Rosen an action command on time, and he didn't report to him that he was safe.

This kid won't be so passionate that he will take a group of recruits to surround the Imperial Post Office, right?

Considering that Rosen even thought of going to the bankruptcy court to find a good seller for his lathe, Du Sande felt that he should not be so stupid.

So... Who is this to defend against?

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"Going away?" In Lord Harold's manor, a tall and thin young man took a sip of a cup of black tea.

"Let's go." At the door of the room, a man in a gray robe nodded and said, "There are four postmen in red clothes in full armor on the carriage. They got out of the carriage and dragged him back."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on the young man's face.

He put down his teacup, stretched his waist and said, "My student is very talented, he's a big kid, and he's so rotten. It would be a pity for such a good seedling to be killed by a loan shark." .”

The gray robe asked tentatively, "Mr. Morse, do you need to kill those postmen in red?"

"I want Dusande to survive, not let him become a wanted criminal of the empire now." Morse rolled his eyes and said, "You guys who are in action just don't know how to appreciate the beauty of the plan! Look at it My student, who has only taken a few classes, can play tricks so smoothly! Learn from others!"

The gray robe thought for a while and asked, "I'm afraid Lord Dusand could not have designed such a huge plan alone. It should be led by Mrs. Androni."

"You're not familiar enough with Androni." Morse shook his head, "After all, she is a woman, and her layout habits are more tactful."

"But my good student is different." Morse turned around and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the huge French windows, and said in admiration, "His plan is more like a machine. All the people and goals have become his huge plan One of the links in it—the rotation of a gear can push all participants into the abyss, what a wonderful design!"

"However, Lord Dusand's design is very complicated." The gray-robed man asked, "The more complex the machine, the more likely it is to malfunction. Although he succeeded by luck, there are too many possible mistakes in the middle, and it is too risky." .”

"Complicated? No, the core of his whole plan is actually very simple." Morse laughed out loud, unscrupulously, as if he was in his own home, "I am good at making two conflicting people Powers suddenly went to war before they were ready, and he created for our poor Lord Harold out of thin air an enemy he could not stand against."

The gray-robed man seemed to have begun to taste the "taste" here, and he asked, "If it was Mrs. Androni, what would she do?"

"Her?" Morse put away his smile, and said in a tone of awe, "If Mrs. Androni leads, we will see a piece of news in tomorrow's newspaper—some kind of news that came suddenly without warning. accident happened and Lord Harold's name was among the victims."

"One day later, the Imperial Navy discovered a hidden star thief lair during a routine operation. After a fierce battle, the star robbers were completely wiped out." Morse continued, "And the star thief in this lair, would happen to be very familiar with Lord Harold."

The gray-robed man was silent for a long time, and he seemed to be savoring the huge amount of information in Morse's words.Morse, on the other hand, seemed to have suddenly lost interest in continuing.

"Let's do it, burn this place completely." He shook his neck, then walked out the door, "Don't leave hidden dangers."

"How to deal with those servants?" The gray-robed man asked in a low voice, "Beat them all unconscious and throw them on the road?"

"You may need to re-learn the meaning of 'no future trouble'." Morse stopped, and he said after checking the neat nails on his hands, "It's just some civilians, and living will only add to us." Trouble - knock them all out and pile them behind the gate. The flames will do the rest for us."

　I went to take photos for the wedding registration yesterday, and it took me an afternoon and half a night to update it.I will update one chapter first, and I will try to write another chapter in the afternoon.

　　
　
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