"Huh?" Hearing this, not only Bashar was stunned, but also everyone listening was stunned.

The colonel who was observing the military couldn't help but muttered, "Nebula... built?"

He understood both of these words, but when they were put together, he really couldn't understand them.

Bashar was really anxious, "Sir, you say that, do you have any evidence?"

"Strange," another wave of supreme pressure came down, and the paranoid appeared in the reception room.

"What did I, the digital phantom, do that I need to prove to you, a little brat?"

The retired old dean was called a brat...well, he was indeed qualified to say that.

"If your Excellency wants to say that, then I have nothing to say," Bashar said, intentionally or unintentionally, glancing at the government officials who were listening.

"As for whether that nebula belongs to the empire's wealth, we at Imperial Capital Academy don't need to worry about it."

This is an obvious attempt to sow discord - there are already two Supreme Beings on the other side, and it is really not something the academy can handle.

However, even so, he was not satisfied with simply applying eye drops.

"Even if the facts are as you said, when it comes to the teachers of our college... you can explain it this way, right?"

"If the outstanding talents of the empire are casually killed, wouldn't it mean that those who love them will hate them and those who hate them will be happy?"

By the end of the sentence, his face turned red and he looked heartbroken.

"Let me tell you," another figure flashed, and a beauty in palace clothes appeared.
Chapter completed!