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Chapter 97 The Invitation to the Competition

Even the Grand Duke Habs would be amazed by the costumed emperor.

The snow-white dress, large pieces of feather-like silk ornaments stretched down from her waist like a peacock spreading its tail, and the golden-red shawl that matched with the top, together outlined an amazing waist curve, and the jade in her hand The red fan is the finishing touch, making her feel rich and luxurious.

"Miss Empress, your beauty is as usual." The old duke seemed to be reminded of the past and memories, with a sigh in his eyes, "Extraordinary people have a lifespan and health that ordinary people can't match."

"You're too much of a prize~" The Empress smiled, "Looking at your physical condition, you can still fight three more Patriotic Wars."

Referring to the Great Patriotic War, the old prince changed the topic, or rather, entered today's topic.

"I'm sorry for what Albrecht did before." The old prince said, "He was too rude."

"I'm also sorry that I can't help Habsburg." The emperor said indifferently, "I'm sorry for your attention and invitation."

"Actually, I was also very surprised at that time. You actually accepted this invitation. In the later period of the Second Patriotic War, you no longer participated in the war. I thought you would not help Ansa again." The old prince said.

"This is not to help Ansa, but to assist you, our commander-in-chief." The emperor played with the fan in her hand, "You sold me a lot of resources at that time, I am a businessman, and I always pay attention to favors and rewards. In addition, the price you offered this time makes me unable to refuse."

"So, next you need to help Albrecht, he needs your potion." The old prince said, "He was bewitched by the mother of the plague, and he took forbidden things that shouldn't be used."

"What do you need?" the Empress said, "If Baron Habs doesn't cooperate, I can do very little, or even nothing."

The old duke said, "This time in His Majesty's spiritual competition, there will be a new form of spiritual writing. According to the information I got, it is very suitable for Albrecht."

The emperor asked, "That new form of spiritual text points to a 'Master' type heroic spirit? Are you going to ask me to make another 'Master' potion?"

The old prince nodded.

The emperor was a little confused, "I always thought that Tao 16 was already the limit of the 'Master' type heroic spirit, if this heroic spirit is weaker than Tao 16, according to the principle of the only existence of the spirit text, even if it can be made into a 'Master' type potion , and will not superimpose extraordinary power on the baron, and the baron will not be able to get rid of his current predicament."

"Professor Yang thinks it's stronger," said the old Duke.

Oh~ The emperor's eyes are bright and she is interested.

Professor Yang is an authority in the field of spiritual literature. Although he is not from Angsa, his insights transcend national boundaries and are unanimously respected by the spiritual literature research community.

"Professor Yang has seen this batch of new spiritual texts in the king's hands?" the emperor asked.

"Yes, Professor Yang has entered the 'market'." The old duke said.

"I actually entered the 'Maru'. That's a place that only the expedition team dares to enter." The emperor said with emotion and admiration, "It's really an old man with academic enthusiasm and dedication."

"So are you going to participate in this spirit contest?" the old duke asked.

"Master Prime Minister, I am a 'legend'. It would be too embarrassing to end the game in person." The Empress shook her head, "If you need, I can send my students there."

"Is Lilith Sailar?" The old duke shook his head, "She's not strong enough."

"I have another student." The Empress said, "It is the one you are looking for."

"The Moonlight Knight is your student?" The old duke was surprised.

The emperor said helplessly, "If it's not my student, why are you looking for him, Commander-in-Chief, don't use your 'iron fist strategy' on me."

Hahaha~ The old prince laughed like a lion.

After laughing, the old duke said, "According to the usual practice, there will also be people from Octo participating in the competition. These spiritual scholars are all very strong. Are you sure?"

The emperor said, "According to your approach, shouldn't I make a list for you, and then all opponents who pose a threat will disappear before the game?"

"This time it won't be that simple. After all, we haven't started a war with Octo yet." The old prince said, "But we can indeed start to eliminate threats from within Onsa, such as another student of yours who was expelled from the workshop."

The emperor wanted to open her mouth to say something, but closed her mouth again. She knew it was useless.

……

After Truman was assassinated.

Zhengmao was researching who was in the apartment and had a bad intention for him again.

After much deliberation, only Habsburg is the only one, but little Habs has already believed him. Could it be that this kid has a trick behind his back?
But it looks like Little Habs doesn't have such a brain.

……

at the same time.

Truman, who was getting along with the mechanical maid in the potion workshop, was notified by the emperor.

"Participate in the Spiritual Contest, as a Moonlight Knight?"

The notice was so absurd and illogical that Truman was stunned.

"I'm a wanted criminal." Truman tapped on his clanking face.

"The prime minister can post your arrest warrant, and he can also decide to cancel it within a minute." The emperor said, "You don't understand the power and status of old Habs as prime minister in Angsa."

"So the arrest warrant was posted just to get the Moonnight Knight to participate in the competition?" Truman understood, "But the Moonnight Knight has not shown the corresponding ability to translate spiritual texts."

"Old Habs wants to 'kidnap' me...that's really troublesome." The emperor was a little distressed, "but the deposit cannot be returned."

It is rare for Truman to see that the emperor's daughter will also be distressed.

"Why can't you retreat?" Truman asked.

"The flowers are all over." The emperor said, "Many of the beautiful dresses hand-made by the royal tailors use precious materials bought from other countries or even other continents, and they cost a lot of money."

"Teacher, is it convenient to disclose how much old Habs gave you as a deposit?" Truman was a little curious.

"18000 gold pounds." The empress sighed, "I can't pay it back at all."

One, [-] gold pounds... Truman suddenly felt that the profession of Potion Master was full of 'money' opportunities.

No wonder the Empress does not run a potion workshop at all, it turns out that she has already found the biggest bully.

"So get ready, my dear student." The Empress smiled beautifully at Truman.

"I'm going to be kicked out of the potion workshop in six days." Truman shook his head. He didn't want 'Moon Night Knight' to participate in the Spiritual Contest, because 'Truman' was going to participate in the competition, and his 'share' was too small. Not enough for two identities.

"You can live for a long time." The emperor's bottom line is also relatively loose, "I will give you a very generous reward when you get the spiritual carrier that is more 'conspirator' and unique than Tao 17."

More unique than Tao 17 as a "conspirator"... more suitable to be a heroic spirit of "conspirators" than Zhuge Liang?

Does such exist?
"What reward?" Truman asked.

"The potion formula of the 'Master'." said the emperor.

"Deal!" Truman nodded immediately.

This recipe is worth 18000 gold pounds!

(End of this chapter)