Dusand sat on the sofa with his face blue and his hands tightly pressed against the armrests on both sides of the sofa. His hands were white, his face was nervous, and he even shivered slightly.

It is impossible not to be nervous. Dusand is currently sitting on the airship. On the sofa next to him, sitting the minister of the Empire's Dignity Department who is so ordinary that he has no characteristics at all.

Dusand is in a bit like being held hostage now, but no one cares what a 10-year-old boy is doing. He is just taken on a float by two red postman and then locked up in the room.

What made Dusand nervous was not only his current deprivation of freedom, but also his strange movements on the airship.

The engine is now in a state of shutdown, and the hull is suspended in mid-air with the buoyancy obtained through the airbag. Most of the time, the entire airship will not have any noise at all. However, after the wind blows, the metal plates on the airship boat and the exposed metal connecting rods will always make a tiny "crunch" sound.

Then Dusander would feel a clear shift in the direction and center of gravity caused by the wind. This sudden change would make him suddenly feel his heart lifted up.

Just being pushed by the wind is already very shocking, but it is still scary.

About every few minutes, a sound of gas ejection will sound in all directions of Dusander at the same time. As the sound is accompanied by a large twist and shaking of the hull.

Every time there is such a sound, Dusand would immediately flash the images of various aerial catastrophes that he had seen in his previous life in his mind. Although ten years have passed, the memories of those impactful pictures have long begun to decline... but it is still no problem to scare him to death.

The airboat floated in the sky for almost two quarters of an hour. Then, Dusander heard the voice of the middle-aged red postman through the door, "Retreat, they won't do anything."

Dusand suppressed the panic in his heart and frowned and began to think.

Who is this "they"... referring to? What are you talking about when you start?

Bourne would bring himself with him and specially set up such a "house arrest" room, which shows that he has the needs to control himself and what this needs is... Dusand is not particularly sure.

The father is a professional soldier, while the mother is an intermediate noble lady. Neither of them seems to be likely to pose a direct threat to a spy chief who works for the imperial dignity department of the Royal Post Office. Then, it is unlikely that he will control his parents with himself.

But if it weren't for this, Dusand wouldn't have thought of any other force that would threaten Bourne and be able to be resolved by taking himself as a hostage.

It can't be to deal with the old house in Olin, which is said to have a long history but I have never seen before?

Could it be that my uncles and uncles who have never met before can still kill from Orin to Newell for themselves and then shoot Bourne to death on the spot?

This is the empire, not the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms where nobles are rampant.

Dusand mustered up the courage to stand up, stepped on the backrest of the sofa, and took a look at the view outside the hanging window.

He was actually a little worried that he did not issue an action order to Rosen on time, nor did he report his safety.

This kid wouldn't have been passionate and brought a new recruit to surround the Imperial Post Office, right?

Considering that Rosen even thought of going to the bankruptcy court to find a good seller for his lathe, Dusand felt that he should not be so stupid.

Then...who is this to guard against?

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"Leave?" In Lord Harold's manor, a tall and thin young man picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip.

"Go away." At the door of the room, a man in a gray robe nodded and said, "There are four fully armed postmen in red on the carriage. They got out of the carriage and dragged the people back."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on the young man's face.

He put down the teacup, stretched his waist and said, "My student is very talented, a tiny person, a terrible person. If such a good seedling is killed by a loan shark, it would be a pity."

Gray robe asked tentatively, "Mr. Morse, do you need to kill those red postmen?"

"I want Dusand to survive, instead of letting him become a wanted criminal in the Empire now." Morse rolled his eyes and said, "You guys who are acting don't know how to appreciate the beauty of the plan! Look at me, a student, after only a few lessons, he has played the conspiracy so smoothly! Learn from others!"

Gray Robe thought about it and asked, "I'm afraid that such a huge plan could not be designed by Lord Dusand alone. It should be led by Mrs. Androni."

"You are not familiar with Androni enough." Morse shook his head, "After all, she is a woman, and her habit of layout is more tactful."

"But my good students are different." Morse turned around and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window and exclaimed, "His plan is more like a machine. All people and goals have become a link in his huge plan - the rotation of a gear can push all participants into the abyss. What a wonderful design!"

"But Lord Dusander's design is very complicated," asked the man in the gray robe. "The more complex the machine is, the more likely it is to malfunction. Although he succeeded by chance, there are too many possible mistakes in the middle, and it is too risky."

"Complex? No, the core of his plan is actually very simple." Morse laughed loudly, laughing unscrupulously, as if he was in his own home. "I am good at letting two forces with conflict suddenly start a war before they are ready, and he creates an enemy for our poor Lord Harold that he can't fight at all."

The man in the gray robe seemed to start to taste the "taste" here, and he asked, "What would she do if it were Mrs. Androni?"

"She?" Morse closed his smile and said in a somewhat awe-inspiring tone, "If it were Mrs. Androni, we would see a piece of news in the newspaper tomorrow - something suddenly happened without warning, and the victims were Lord Harold's name."

"A day later, the Imperial Navy discovered the hidden star pirate nest in a routine operation. After a fierce battle, the star pirates were completely wiped out." Morse continued, "and the star pirates in this nest will happen to be very familiar with Lord Harold."

The man in gray robe was silent for a long time. He seemed to be savoring the huge amount of information in Morse's words. Morse seemed to suddenly lose interest in continuing to speak.

"Do it, burn it completely." He shook his neck and walked out the door, "Don't leave any hidden dangers."

"What should those servants do?" asked the man in gray robe in a low voice, "and then throw them on the road?"
Chapter completed!