Counterattack [Interstellar]

"Who approved the old Camplin's departure from the main star this time?" Allen said in a harsh tone, with an irrepressible anger, "Why didn't anyone notify me in advance?!"

Alan’s spy on the communicator bowed his head deeply: "It was my mistake. Old Camplin’s sister, Mrs. Burgess, was diagnosed with a terminal illness. His Majesty Old Camplin asked to visit Mrs. Burgess. Your Majesty immediately agreed. Less than an hour before and after, when we got the news, Old Camplin had already left the main star."

Allen pursed his thin lips slightly, calmed down and said, "Don't blame you."

Allen has a degree of rewards and punishments, but the spy is more guilty of himself and feels guilty: "We didn't make preparations in advance to deal with his emergencies. It is our negligence."

Allen shook his head: "Do you know where he went?"

The spy hesitated and said: "At present, he did go to Burgess residence, but the time between his departure and arrival at Mrs. Burgess' house is a little different from our estimate. I suspect... during this period he might go. It's somewhere else." The spy was very uncertain, and added, "It's only a little later than the expected arrival time, so we can't be sure."

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "He went somewhere else, and he met a famous black arms dealer and had a brief and confidential conversation with him."

The spy was stunned: "How did you...how did you know? Is the news credible? Your Majesty...Does your Majesty know?"

Allen said lightly: "He doesn't know, so be sure to make this news more credible. It is not difficult to find an arms dealer and forge a report of his whereabouts?" The spy suddenly realized and said with joy: "I understand! Go ahead and do it right away. Please believe that no matter what Old Camplin is doing this time, I will make your Majesty think that he has premeditated to meet someone he shouldn't see."

Allen said: "Make it cleaner."

The spy lowered his head: "Please rest assured, in two hours, your Majesty will receive an anonymous letter informing your majesty that Camplin had bought arms privately in an attempt to disadvantage your majesty."

Allen nodded, and then hung up the communication after asking the spy a few more words in his heart.

Pei Yao rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed. Allen turned his head, with a smile on his face: "I woke you up? Sorry... I should go outside to pick up the communication."

Pei Yao quickly said, "No, please be sure to pick up this kind of confidential communication in your room in the future."

Allen laughed. The sky was already bright. Allen opened the curtains and sat back next to Pei Yao: "It's still early, go to bed for a while?"

"No need." Pei Yao was still thinking about Allen's communication, frowning and saying, "Did Old Camplin see anyone? Mrs. Burgess illness was a sudden condition, and this can't be faked. , Could it really be a coincidence?"

Allen was noncommittal and said: "In this case, he can only deal with it according to his actual premeditating." Allen smiled at Pei Yao: "No way, during sensitive periods, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go."

"Sensitive period?" Pei Yao puzzled, "What happened recently?"

Allen meant to say Pei Xuan, and when he asked Pei Yao, he said, "No...the blind date season is coming soon. By the way, I finished the exam arrangement yesterday and it has been submitted. Can you take a look?"

Pei Yao nodded quickly. He is the principal of Alice. In order to avoid suspicion, he did not participate in the test arrangement. Alan has no such worries. He is one of the examiners appointed by Alston, so he was greatly affected when formulating the arrangement. Fang Fang has joined a lot of subjects that are beneficial to Alice.

Allen leaned forward and kissed Pei Yao's forehead, then turned around and transferred the exam schedule to him, saying: "I suddenly remembered that there was something I had to explain to the etiquette officer, so I should go first."

Pei Yao nodded and continued to watch the exam schedule.

"Fake a few documents from a few years ago for me." Allen turned on the anti-monitoring mode of the study and put a paper document on the table. fall."

The ceremonial officer was puzzled, picked up the file and looked at it carefully. He wondered: "Why are you suddenly..."

"Precaution for emergencies." Allen took a deep breath. "When I'm unreasonably worried, I've been uneasy during this period. It's better to prepare for these things early."

The ceremonial officer said with relief: "From the current perspective, there are no obstacles in front of you. Although your majesty does not like you, you are the only one who can inherit the throne. Without special circumstances, your majesty will try to protect you. After all, you are the empire. And the true continuation of your Majesty’s bloodline."

"Special circumstances..." Allen sneered, "If I am the guide's secret disclosure aroused public outrage, do you guess that Alston wants to protect himself or put all the blame on me in the first place?"

The official language of etiquette is sluggish, and based on his knowledge of Auston, it must be the latter.

Allen sneered: "And don't always think that I am his son. This is such a hard trump card. The reason why he doesn't want to have another heir is that my revenge will make the main star turbulent again, and the other is that I don't want to stir up the law. The dissatisfaction of the Miga family has always been quite heavy on his grandfather, and he doesn't want to tear his face when he is not a last resort."

"So I better protect myself in advance." Allen looked at the courtesy officer, "How long will it take for these things to be ready?"

"One..." The ceremonial officer paused and changed his words, "For half a month, I will try my best."

Allen nodded, and said: "After it's done, we will change the cases in the Apollo Nursing Home in those years. The relevant data can be changed, but those that can't be changed will be destroyed."

The ceremonial officer shuddered and reluctantly said: "Yes, within half a month, I will finish it."

"Thanks." Allen got up and patted the ceremonial officer on the shoulder, "When the dust settles, we can be completely relieved."

The ceremonial officer smiled bitterly: "In fact, the one who is most worried about this matter is your Royal Highness. He just didn't say in front of you that he didn't want to bother you. He had to find cases of hidden guides many times before, and wanted to find loopholes in the guide bill for you. ."

Allen felt soft and waved his hand: "Go."

"Yes." The ceremonial officer turned around a few steps, and then turned back uneasy. "His Royal Highness, I may not be able to take care of Camplin in the near future. You must be careful. His recent movements are weird, and it seems that someone is always taking cover for him. , We still don’t know if he is plotting something, it’s always unsafe."

Allen let out a "huh" and sneered, "Today has been enough for him to have a headache for a while."

In the study of Alston at the Efda Palace, Old Camplin secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"How is Mrs. Burgess' condition?" Alston smiled, "Do you need me to send a few doctors in this area?"

Old Camplin tried his best to stabilize his mind and bowed and said: "I miss you, but my sister's body is already..." Old Camplin sighed and said sadly: "But after she heard your majesty's greetings I feel much better, and I earnestly urged me to express my gratitude to your majesty for her."

Allston listened with a smile, and slowly said, "Did Mrs. Burgess blame you for being too late?"

Old Camplin was puzzled, and Auston asked and replied: "But she should be considerate when she comes. You will set off as soon as you hear the news. Although there is a delay in the period, it is considered timely."

Old Camplin heard the words and fell into the ice cellar.

Allston stared at Old Camplin tightly, and suddenly smiled: "Well, you haven't been out for a long time, and it's normal for some accidents on the road."

Old Camplin didn't know how much Auston knew, and he didn't dare to say anything. He tried his best to make himself behave more normally, and said, "It's all your Majesty who is willing to forgive me, so I can see my sister."

"Of course I am willing to forgive you, but this time it is also a violation of the law. It would be dissatisfaction with others..." Alston paused deliberately. He carefully observed the expression of old Camplin and slowly said, "You'd better not in the near future. Leaving Camplin House."

Old Camplin suddenly raised his head to look at Auston, who smiled: "In order to avoid people's tongue, old Camplin, you make it difficult for me this time."

Old Camplin was worried. Auston didn’t say anything. It seemed that he didn’t have any real evidence. Maybe it was just what someone said to him, maybe everything was just his guess, otherwise he wouldn’t be so lightly reminded. After a few words, although being under house arrest is tantamount to having his wings broken, there is still a turning point in everything. The more calm he is, the more uncertain he is, and he cannot convict himself.

Old Camplin relaxed a little. When he was about to leave silently, Bettina pushed open the door of the study. Old Camplin frowned, "Madam, what are you doing here?"

Bettina's face was full of tears. She ignored Old Camplin and went directly to Auston, crying bitterly: "Your Majesty! My father has been loyal to you for so many years. You can listen to other people's slander! My father! I just went to visit my poor aunt, why would anyone even take the opportunity to report this kind of thing?!"

Old Camplin instantly reddened his eyes. He couldn't wait to push Bettina out and said loudly, "Madam! What are you talking about?!"

"I'm showing your Majesty who is loyal to him!" Bettina said eagerly, "Your Majesty, please immediately check the person who reported my father anonymously! Find out who it is and what is with him? Human purpose does not let us go!"

Alston glanced at Bettina in disgust, then turned to look at Old Camplin, and laughed mockingly: "Why does she know someone has reported you anonymously?"

Old Camplin's face was ashamed and desperately trying to deal with strategies, but Auston didn't bother to pester Bettina anymore, got up and said, "Forget it, needless to say."

Alston passed by Old Camplin, patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Anyway...I said you can all know if you don't tell me."

Old Camplin suddenly got up in a cold sweat when he heard the words, while Auston smiled and walked out of the large study.

"Who told you this?!" When Auston left, the old Camplin turned to Bettina angrily, suppressed the anger and yelled, "Who made you run over in a panic?!"

Bettina still has tears on her face. She stared at Old Camplin blankly, and said dumbly: "It's not... I didn't let you inform me, saying... Someone reported you anonymously and asked me to intercede for you. ?"

Old Camplin was stunned, sighed, and sat down sullenly.