Heritage foundry

Chapter 48 The Blood Cloud

When Zhou Mo walked out of Ruiwen Nalong's residence, outside the yard where the Military Intelligence Bureau was located in the imperial capital, the carriage belonging to the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and the frame of Reid Xuanfeng also stopped at the main entrance.

Rhett-Xuanfeng got out of the car, stepped on the finger-thick white snow, stopped slightly, turned his head to look at the snow-covered street, and tidied up his silver hair. Excited look.

As the marquis of the imperial fiefdom, the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and the confidant of the current emperor, Rhett Xuanfeng almost forgot the last time he had this kind of emotion. 50 years ago, he went to the front line of the army and led the army The second prince Lamas Otto, who was fighting, was escorted back to the imperial capital, but the stagnant water in his heart failed to make waves.

But now, like spring in a dry well, the blood that has not been seen for a long time is rolling out of Ruide Xuanfeng's body.

Walking into the Military Intelligence Bureau with strides, all the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel walking around in the courtyard retreated to the sides and bowed to greet each other, but no one dared to make a sound.

Walking to the gate of the office building of the Military Intelligence Bureau, after climbing up the nine steps, Rhett Xuanfeng turned around abruptly, and looked at himself walking all the way. The men on both sides of the road were wearing black cloaks and bowed to greet them. , Thinking for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of Rhett Xuanfeng's mouth.

That's right, the Military Intelligence Bureau has not handled major cases for a long time, and even the original rules have been somewhat forgotten.

With a wave of his hand, the black cloak with double eagles hovering on his body was shattered into pieces, and the fragments flew together with the snowflakes.

The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau, who had just straightened up, looked at Reid Xuanfeng in surprise. Among them, there were many intelligent people, their faces flushed instantly, and the excitement in their eyes was about to come out.

Rhett Xuanfeng did not disappoint his subordinates. Amidst the black cloak fragments and snowflakes fluttering, he stood with his hands behind his back, with a relaxed posture and an expression of unspeakable enjoyment.

"The black robe has been worn for too long, and the blood robe must be changed!"

The voice was not a roar, it was faintly like a mountain stream, although it was not grand, it echoed and circulated throughout the Military Intelligence Bureau without end.

The next moment, deafening roars rose from every corner of this small courtyard that no one wanted to approach, and countless fragments of black robes rose up, covering up the color of Snow White for a while.

Seeing the carnival of his subordinates, Rhett Xuanfeng smiled, turned around and entered the gate, but he did not go to his office, but went directly to this small building, deep in the underground building.

The underground building of the Military Intelligence Bureau naturally has the unique secrets of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Dozens of tunnels are intricately connected to form a huge underground labyrinth. Under the dim light of the fire, there are murderous intentions everywhere.

Rhett-Xuanfeng enjoyed the atmosphere, walked quickly through the tunnel, and came to a relief carved with double eagles hovering on the blue sea loess.

Rhett-Xuanfeng's figure suddenly dissipated indistinctly for a moment, and at that moment, Rhett-Xuanfeng's body seemed to break through the shackles of human beings, and turned into a kind of nature, like a cloud, like a fog .

The eagle eyes of the double eagles on the relief lit up, and the relief instantly turned into a cloud of nothingness.

Striding into the mist, Rhett Xuanfeng came to another world in an instant.

Looking up at the sky with some nostalgia, he hadn't seen the strange sight of light in the sky without sun or moon for many years.

"Little guy from the Xuanfeng family, why are you here?" An immature childish voice said old-fashioned words.

Rhett Xuanfeng quickly lowered his head, bent down respectfully, and said:
"His Royal Highness, Rhett-Xuanfeng has an audience."

This world is very strange. Looking around, it is a vast land that cannot be seen. There are no mountains and no water. When people come here, no matter where they stand, they seem to be standing in the center of the world.

There are dots of khaki-yellow light spots rising from the ground. Rhett Xuanfeng seems to have known it long ago, and he is not surprised, but just waits respectfully.

After a few breaths, countless khaki light spots condensed into an epee in front of Rhett Xuanfeng. It was simple and unpretentious, with a black body and an uncut edge.

The epee is the standard shape of the imperial army, or the standard knight two-handed epee in the Otto Empire army, and it was cast using this epee as a template.

The epee shook slightly, and uttered the old-fashioned childish voice just now:
"Tell me quickly, are the descendants of that old guy Otto going to let the Emperor out to play again?" These words sounded childish.

Rhett-Xuanfeng still bowed respectfully. This old man has a fickle temperament and cannot be neglected in the slightest. This is the admonition left by the ancestors of the Xuanfeng family.

"His Royal Highness, the Military Intelligence Bureau is ordered by the emperor to investigate and deal with major cases, and active energy life is involved in the case, so we have no choice but to trouble His Royal Highness."

The epee turned into a black long rainbow with a whoosh, and flew around Reid Xuanfeng countless times in one breath, and kept making sounds:

"Go out to play, go out to play..."

Reid Xuanfeng waited helplessly for the old ancestor to vent his joy. Finally, the black Changhong stopped and turned into a black epee again.

"What about the documents? The documents written by the descendants of the old man Otto must have the essential imprint of the Otto family on them!"

Ruide Xuanfeng took out the decree written by His Majesty the Emperor from his bosom, picked it up respectfully with both hands, and presented it to him.

The black epee rose in the air, stopped on the paper order, the tip of the sword sank slightly, and stabbed gently at the paper order.

Earth-yellow and sea-blue rays of light lit up at the same time, and on the black epee, golden rays of light intertwined with blue-gold rays of light, turning into a crown of thorns.

The Crown of Thorns only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared again.

However, the black epee seemed to have been liberated. It no longer maintained the shape of the epee, but turned into a ball of khaki liquid, tumbling continuously in mid-air.

"Xuanfeng boy, what do you think the emperor will look like this time? Rings, scepters, necklaces, do you have a fetish for women? Haven't tried dressing the emperor yet..."

The khaki liquid chattered endlessly, and Rhett Xuanfeng closed his mouth wisely, not expressing any opinions. At the same time, he mourned silently for his ancestor who went out to handle the case wearing a pair of dress shoes of aristocratic women, and secretly prayed for himself Well, he didn't want to leave a long-lasting joke for future generations after setting off a bloodbath.

It took a full half an hour for the khaki liquid to settle into its own form.

It is as tall as a person, blood-red in color, hideous and frightening, with a human head and skull decoration at the end of the handle, and fresh blood is constantly flowing out of the seven orifices.

Honestly speaking, Rhett Xuanfeng is satisfied with this look, but this ancestor of the emperor always has some unexpected abilities.

Rhett-Xuanfeng looked at the bow-knot-like knife guard, the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment, and silently mourned for himself in his heart. It seems that the Xuanfeng family will have another joke that must be said at every banquet in the future.

When Rhett Xuanfeng appeared in front of the gate of the small building of the Military Intelligence Bureau with the bloody knife covered with the emperor's bow on his back, the small courtyard was already covered in blood.

All the field personnel of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the imperial capital were all present, and the neat and blood-colored cloaks with a fishy smell formed a cloud of blood.

"Whenever the emperor wields the butcher's knife, a cloud of blood will surely cover the empire!" There is no cover, no pretense, the self-confessed emperor's eagle dog, proud of being a butcher's knife, this is the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Rhett Xuanfeng looked at the blood cloud in front of him, and stretched out his hands. In the building behind him, a blood-colored cloak was pulled by a corner of each of the four people, and draped over his body.

He waved his hand and grabbed the corner of the cloak, revealing the pattern on the cloak.

Double eagles, the bloody double eagles on the bloody cloak, only the two pairs of eagle eyes, a pair of gold embellishments, and a pair of aquamarine inlays.

Gold and sea blue intertwined, this is the crown of the empire.

"The emperor's decree ordered the Military Intelligence Bureau to conduct a thorough investigation of all military honors involved in the Battle of Dahe. Those who resisted will be killed without mercy, those who intend to escape will be killed without mercy, and those who despise the authority of the emperor will be killed without mercy!"

Rhett Xuanfeng's calm voice set off a wave of blood.

The red cloaks of the Military Intelligence Bureau came in groups of three or four, mounted various mounts, swarmed out, and swept away.

"Pa-ta!" The white crystal wrench, worth tens of thousands of gold, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

But at the end of the street, a courtier who was still waiting for an audience in front of the palace, inadvertently saw clouds of blood gushing out from the street on the side of the palace.

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