Ha, how could he, the deputy commander of the First Legion, do such a disgraceful thing?
While Burke sternly condemned himself, he desperately wanted to rush in and give that damn prince a good beating.
To avoid getting too hot and losing control, Burke looked up into the distance, trying to spot a black dot on the empty road.
But Burke waited all day, until night fell, and when he finally had a chance to sneak into Roy Palace, the man in black did not come back.
It was only then that Burke realized that a warrior had actually stood up their prince.
This delay lasted for seven days.
Something else happened during that week.
On the night the man in black robes left, a small fire broke out at the M13 gathering point where medical personnel were about to evacuate.
The fire caused no damage, and the location of the fire was very close to the alarm, but there were signs of an intruder in the surrounding area.
Although the fire was not particularly catastrophic, it violated the regulations governing gathering points to some extent. According to the regulations, everyone inside the gathering point must remain in place until a week later, after a hazard assessment is completed, before they can evacuate according to the original instructions.
This matter originally had nothing to do with the Royal Palace, but coincidentally, the Royal Palace had visited this gathering point at noon that day, and outsiders entered that evening.
So the cabinet investigated the Royal Palace the very next day.
According to the procedure, an investigation takes a week.
For the past week, everyone in the Royal Palace, including the cabinet officials who came to investigate, except for that damned crown prince, looked gloomy and miserable.
Finally, the cabinet officials who came to investigate left Roy Palace with trembling legs.
As he was about to leave the palace gates, Burke could fully sense the poor official's elation, like a bird released from its cage or a wild horse let loose; if he weren't so sure, he would have immediately turned tail and galloped away.
As the cabinet officials left, the old butler couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat that had been constantly beading on his forehead for some time.
It wasn't that the Royal Palace was particularly afraid of the cabinet investigation, but rather that the old butler was constantly worried that Levy would hang that poor cabinet official on the dome of the Royal Palace.
This time, Levy did not stay in his bedroom, but sat in a study.
To the side are rows of bookshelves, filled with books spanning the entire history of the empire. By the window stands a desk, its ebony wood exuding the scent of time.
Levy was sitting in the chair at his desk.
Strictly speaking, this is the proper workplace for the Crown Prince of the Empire. But no matter how proper the place he sits, he has no manners, wasting his good physique.
The butler stood to one side, looking at Levi behind the desk.
Levy has been sitting here without moving ever since the cabinet members left.
He sat with his legs crossed, a habitual, mocking smile playing on his lips. But the butler, who had gotten a better understanding of Levi's personality over this period, knew that he was probably not in a good mood at the moment.
Actually, the butler was wrong. Levi was in a surprisingly good mood because he had received an interesting provocation.
A week ago, the short man asked him to postpone the evacuation of medical personnel from the M13 gathering point before he left, which Levy refused. However, on the same day, the gathering point was forced to halt all evacuation activities due to a fire.
This is his way of showing him that he will do what needs to be done, whether you help him or not.
Levy rested his chin on his hand, his smile growing wider.
Oh, and this man didn't forget to cause some trouble for his reluctance to meddle, making the cabinet he disliked the most stay at Roy Palace for a week.
Thinking of this, Levy reached out and picked up a document from the table.
Just yesterday, three people woke up at the M13 gathering point, where no one had woken up for two months: a seven-year-old girl, a young man in his twenties, and a middle-aged man over a hundred years old.
At this point, the order for medical personnel to evacuate became invalid.
Seeing Levi reviewing the documents, the butler couldn't help but sigh, "If things had gone according to plan, someone at this gathering point would have woken up two days after the medical staff left. Having been unconscious for so long, waking up suddenly without a doctor nearby could have been very dangerous. Especially since there's a child among them..."
Levi looked at the documents without saying a word, seemingly oblivious to the potential consequences the butler had mentioned.
At that moment, the communication device in the butler's hand emitted a "ding-dong" notification sound.
This old-fashioned communication device was very difficult to use and only worked within the Roy Palace area. The butler fiddled with it for a while before finally seeing Burke's oily, chubby face under the bright sunlight on the screen.
"Lieutenant General Burke, what do you need to report?"
Burke didn't say anything, but turned to the side.
In the communication interface, the butler could vaguely see a figure in black robes standing behind Burke.
But unlike a week ago, this time the person shrouded in the black robe was not a teenager, but a tall, adult man.
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Chapter 26, Second Story (1)
Burke felt that the world was surreal.
He looked the man in black robes up and down several times, and couldn't help but ask to confirm, "Brother, you..."
The man in black robes replied, "I said before I left last time that the story wasn't finished, and I would come back the next day."
grass!
Burke cursed under his breath, "But it's already a week later..."
Burke felt he had been tricked.
How could someone be 1.6 meters tall a week ago and 1.9 meters tall a week later?
Not to mention humans, no other humanoid race in the entire empire can grow that long.
This is definitely not the same person.
It might be an organization that makes a living by extorting money from others.
Now, because the Royal Palace is so generous, everyone has their eyes on it.
Thinking of this, Burke patted his waist, where an energy gun was tucked. Burke threatened, "Kids, don't try anything funny. I didn't care whether you came here before or not, but now that I'm standing guard here, you all better watch out, and get as far away as you can."
"Don't think that just because there are fewer of you now, no one will care about you. When your brother was serving in the First Legion, you were still drinking milk!"
After hearing this, Burke could tell that the man in black robes in front of him was not afraid at all.
He stared at him for a moment when he mentioned the First Legion.
Although the black robe concealed his eyes, Burke still sensed the complexity in that gaze. It carried a hint of speechlessness, and a touch of helpless disbelief, as if the man were a fool.
That look was strangely familiar, sending a chill down Burke's spine.
He thought about it carefully, and then he felt his neck getting even colder.
Because of that silly little girl from a week ago, when she looked at him, she gave him the same feeling.
The robes can be the same, and the words and phrases can be consistent, but why does it still feel exactly the same?
However, regardless, the man in black robes before Burke felt somewhat unexpected, carrying an unpredictable danger. He gestured for the man to leave: "Get out of here, or I'll have to point a gun at you. And don't give me any more stories; who's going to wait for you a week late?"
As soon as Burke finished speaking, he heard the voice of the "Dog Prince" coming from the communicator in his hand: "Let him in."
Burke: "..."
Are you a professional at slapping someone in the face?
This time, it was the butler who came out to greet Qin Chu again.
Looking at the tall, thin man in black robes in front of him, the butler was at a loss for words.
He shared Burke's opinion and did not recommend letting the men in black robes in, but their Crown Prince insisted on doing so.
Last time, the butler could still call the man in black robes "child," but looking at the tall, thin man he now had to look up at, the butler simply couldn't bring himself to call him that anymore.
"Sir, please follow me."
The steward turned and led the man in black robes into the palace.
Compared to the curiosity and slight wariness he felt when leading people in for the first time, the butler felt much more wary this time and didn't even feel like a tour guide anymore.
The last time he led that young man inside, the young man was clearly unfamiliar with the Royal Palace and simply followed closely behind him.
But the black-robed man who came in this time was clearly much more familiar with the Roy Palace.
As the butler reached the corner leading to the office area, he stopped, only to see the man in black robes take a couple of steps, turn around, and look at him with a puzzled expression. The direction the man in black robes was pointing was precisely the palace where the young man had gone last time.
The housekeeper, who was quite old, had never encountered anything like this before and found it extremely bizarre.
Despite the butler's neck feeling a bit cold, just like Burke's, he still smiled and bowed, pointing the way: "Sir, please come this way. His Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for you in the study."
The man in black nodded and followed the steward.
Qin Chu noticed the strange looks in the butler's and Burke's eyes, but he didn't bother to explain.
As the housekeeper opened the office door, Qin Chu stepped into the room and looked up to meet a pair of eyes.
These eyes weren't half-closed and listless like last time; instead, they were fixed on him with great interest. Only now did Qin Chu truly see the color of those eyes: the irises were a pale ice-blue, and the pupils were slightly darker.
The color of these eyes is similar to the cool-toned whites of the eyes, giving one an indescribable chill when those eyes are truly staring at them.
In particular, these eyes are still changing.
The icy blue of the iris gradually faded, while the central pupil became extremely dark, eventually turning into a deep black dot, like the vertical pupil of some cold-blooded animal.
This is how Levy behaves when he's excited.
He looked at the man in the black robe, who was completely different from the man a week ago. His gaze swept over the man's limbs covered by the black robe, the fingertips hanging from the cuffs, and the chin peeking out from under the hood, and the smile on his lips grew deeper.
This is not the same body, but the adult now and the boy from a week ago have exactly the same subtle reactions and physical habits, so it is obviously the same person.
"It's been a week, and you've grown quite a bit, little dwarf," Levy said, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "What are you planning to perform this time?"
Qin Chu didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the desk, sitting down in the guest seat in front of it.
He scoffed and answered Levy's question: "Robbery, and murder along the way."
The butler outside the door trembled with fear, hesitating whether to summon the security forces of the capital star.
But then he thought that the entire security force of the Imperial Capital Star combined probably couldn't defeat Levi, so calling him in would be of no use.
After calming down a bit, the butler realized that what he had just said sounded familiar. He then remembered that it was the same thing Levi had said to the boy when he came over last week.
Levi clearly remembered as well. He chuckled twice, his gaze casually sweeping over the body shrouded in black robes before him again: "Why? Because of your body, which can raise a flag with a mere gust of wind?"