Perhaps it was because of the somewhat novel but definitely not beautiful and even disgusting experience yesterday afternoon, the female teacher's light maroon ponytail drooped weakly behind her back. It didn't move up and down with her mischievous words. Her voice was also a little hoarse, but it wasn't hoarse or unpleasant to hear. Instead, it was like the rustling of an apple, giving people a sweet and soft feeling.
The wind blew in from the broken door of the classroom, and together with the light, it brushed against her beautiful face, adding a layer of fuzzy red light, like a red apple.
At least many of the male students below the podium thought so. Their shy gazes wandered from time to time, and sometimes they looked at the podium reluctantly. Unknowingly, their tanned cheeks had also turned red. This was probably the so-called adoration, admiration, and devotion.
"Also, when you want to go to the library to borrow books, you don't have to be so careful. Some people even wear gloves, as if they are preparing to move delicate silkworms. Books are for reading, not for providing. You don't have to worry about the hundreds of old books in the library. That rich uncle's biggest interest now is to read books, and he will keep replenishing them. "
The library of Sangku Town Public School was a shabby house next to the classroom. Several layers of books were piled up on the bookshelves, and the dust on the ground was full of students' curious footprints. There was no sign of the quiet and clean appearance of a library at all. Fortunately, there was a big window on the wall facing the east. Obviously, the newly repaired glass had good transparency, allowing the warm sunlight to come in from outside.
The man who had been promoted to an uncle from a certain someone's resentment was currently leaning against the window, quietly reading a book. The sun shone on his eyelashes, and perhaps it was because of the glare, but his eyes appeared a little small when he squinted.
He was reading the history of the Empire's literature and art. The somewhat boring clichés mixed with the dust particles flying in the light easily made people sleepy. He yawned and comfortably closed his eyes to sleep. He did not notice or did not care at all about the bloodstains on his trousers.
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The senior official of the Intelligence Agency of the Empire came faster than Mr. Bayi expected. The official in a black suit stared at him like an eagle and asked, "Are you sure your description is correct? If you make a mistake, I promise you that your twenty-six generations of ancestors will tremble in regret. "
Master Bayi caught a glimpse of the golden hibiscus flower symbol on the corner of the high-ranking official's sleeve from the corner of his eyes. His body trembled subconsciously, and he replied humbly and respectfully, "My lord, the portrait is definitely correct. My butler went to town to see it personally."
Even though he was the nobleman with the most authority in this Mulberry Sea, this was the first time in his life that he had seen such a noble figure. Naturally, he was filled with boundless fear and reverence. Using a great deal of strength, he barely managed to control his voice from seriously distorting when he spoke.
The high official of the intelligence bureau took off his leather gloves and slowly swiped his finger across the electronic light screen. The portrait of the small-eyed man and the girl on the light screen immediately changed. The light chestnut hair and brown eyes turned pure black.
He examined the two portraits seriously for a long time. After confirming that the cold aura on his body suddenly disappeared, he nodded in satisfaction and said to Master Bayi beside him in a deep voice, "You have done a good job. The bureau will reward you."
"As the most loyal subject of His Majesty, I don't need any reward. I only hope that my lord can capture and kill these two evil traitors. In this way, my poor child can be comforted in the afterlife."
Master Bayi was sentimental for a moment. He wiped the corners of his eyes and asked with irrepressible hatred, "My lord, are they really the remnants of the rebellion?"
Hearing his previous words, the expression on the face of the official of the intelligence bureau became a bit strange. He looked at the man with a cold smile and said, "Is this something that you are qualified to know?"
The people who received the information and rushed to the manor as quickly as possible were an entire elite action team of the intelligence bureau. As a special department personally led by His Highness, the action team of the intelligence bureau had unimaginable terrifying power. In less than half an hour, more than 30 secret agents had investigated the manor and even restored the scene of the cruel tragedy with great precision.
The indifferent officers of the intelligence bureau did not pay any attention to the humble fawning of the lesser nobles around them. Through the secret channel, they sent the information and the precise location of the target to the Solitary Planet. The information traveled in the dark space, and there was no telling where it would end up.
Looking at the military helicopters equipped with advanced weapons disappearing in the sky, Master Bayi showed a cold smile on his face. He turned around and looked at the lower nobles and said in a cold voice, "Those lowly people think that they have the protection of the remnants of the royal family, so they dare to go against us. When the two remnants of the royal family are executed, I want to see them bleed and cry at my feet!"
"So we are waiting for the news here now?" someone asked respectfully in a low voice.
Master Bayi was steady, shrewd, and conservative. Naturally, he would not take the initiative to launch a cold-blooded revenge on the lowly people before the result of Mulberry Town came out. He slowly stroked his dark brown hair and said with a cold smile, "I want to go to that run-down town. I want to see the two remnants of the royal family torn to pieces by the intelligence bureau with my own eyes. Only in this way can I dispel the resentment in my heart."
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When Master Bayi walked out of the helicopter with his head down and walked to the school at the end of the mulberry path under the protection of the guards, the elite action team of the Imperial Intelligence Bureau had already completed the siege of the run-down buildings. The black-clothed secret agents with serious expressions were blocked outside the classroom by dozens of angry lowly students. The situation was tense.
The black-clothed secret agents of the intelligence bureau were holding cold metal guns in their hands. The black barrels of the guns could shoot out deadly bullets at any time. The students in front of them only had a few shovels in their hands, while the rest had chairs in their hands. The difference in strength between the two sides was so great that it could not even be described as a comparison. However, these poor students, who were at most 16 or 17 years old, still bravely stood in front of the secret agents.
The students' faces were red. It was not because of the admiration in the classroom, but because of fear and anger. They roared desperately and valiantly, "No one can hurt our teacher!"
The intelligence bureau official standing at the front looked at the scene in front of him. Thinking of the silence in the classroom, he became more and more nervous. His face became more and more gloomy. He ordered coldly, "Charge in!"
The content of this order was a little strange. Charging in instead of shooting was not in line with the rumor that the intelligence bureau killed people without batting an eyelid. The expressions of the thirty or so secret agents in black did not change. They put away their guns and pushed the students in front of them away in an extremely rude and unreasonable manner. They forced their way into the classroom.
Under the shadow of the mulberry tree outside the broken wall of the public school, Master Bayi and the small nobles looked at this scene with smug and cold smiles on their faces.
Seeing that the secret agents in black were about to rush into the classroom, a female student in the periphery cried and screamed, "Everyone, let's fight!"
All the poor students in the classroom had red eyes. They picked up the chairs and shovels in their hands and smashed them at the secret agents in front of them. In such a hierarchical society, people who were used to struggling to survive as slaves dared to attack the secret agents of the intelligence bureau who represented the royal family. How much courage did this require?
However, the students did not smash the chairs and shovels in their hands. They just stood there dumbfounded. The smiles of the nobles under the mulberry tree outside the broken wall suddenly became stiff and ugly. The door of the classroom was slowly pushed open from the inside. The female teacher with light chestnut straight hair walked out.
The secret agents in black who looked aggressive knelt down neatly on both knees and bowed to her.
The intelligence bureau official with a gloomy aura knelt in front of her and said humbly and respectfully, "Greetings, young princess."
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In the library of the public school in Sang Ku Town, which was the shabby room, the small-eyed man finally woke up in the sunlight. He blinked his somewhat sore eyes and adjusted the metal piece in his ear with his right hand. He frowned and muttered to himself, "The intelligence bureau actually arrived so quickly. It seems that this time I will be discovered."
The pair of thick eyebrows that were as straight as knives slightly raised. He stood up and walked to the door, saying angrily, "What do you mean by sleeping like a pig? Can't you wake me up if you speak louder? I don't know where you got this weird temper. Now you always talk like a mosquito. "
There was no one in the room at this time, but it seemed that he was talking to someone. He pushed open the door and walked to the field. He looked at the secret agents in black kneeling all over the ground and felt the strange silence in the field. His expression did not change at all, and he slightly crossed his feet.
It was a very simple movement, but it allowed him to easily cross the distance of several meters and come to the side of the young female teacher who was innocently spreading out her hands. He reached out and held the girl's slightly cold hand, turned around and left without hesitation. In an instant, he changed from walking to running, heading towards the depths of the mulberry forest. The whole movement was done in one breath, and it was natural and unimaginable.
The secret agents in black kneeling on the ground did not react until the two figures, one big and one small, disappeared into the quiet mulberry forest. Especially the intelligence bureau official, who pointed at the empty dirt road with an extremely frightened expression on his face.
"Chase after them!"
Because of the endless fear, the usually pampered official suddenly burst out with an unprecedented ability. He jumped up from the ground, and with more than thirty black-clothed secret agents behind him, he desperately chased after the two barely visible figures like a field mouse migrating in the flood. While running, he shouted in pain, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
"Your Highness! Your Highness! "
On the field of the public school in Sang Ku Town, the poor students stood in the same place at a loss. They were still holding chairs and shovels in their hands. Some of them did not realize what had just happened.
The aristocrats in the shade outside the broken wall who reacted faster had already fainted one after another like the mulberry trees that were cut down. They could no longer stand up.
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