Chapter 51 Temporarily Appointed as My Inspection Ambassador

Sudan: "Well, after we clean it up today, this won't happen again."

Tu Xing raised his eyes slightly and looked at the messy wavy black hair. What occupied his sight more was the golden and ruby ​​crown. This man was truly golden, a combination of power and strength.

Then, I heard him say, "If you are tired, go back first."

Tired? I guess you mean tired in bed, then I would have recovered a long time ago.

Tu Xing felt that the other party wanted him to leave here, and hesitated for a moment, "It's not very tiring, Your Majesty, I want to see the final result of the disposal of Waji Haha."

Sultan raised his head: "Why are you looking at him?! Huh?!" His tone seemed to indicate anger.

Upon hearing this, Tu Xing moved closer, letting a few strands of hair rub against his cheek, but he was actually ready to retreat at any time.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words: "Look at the beauties we have presented to you."

After these words, the Sultan chuckled, "When he offered it, I was unconscious and didn't know what I was doing."

"By the time I regained consciousness, the person had already been carried away. To be more precise, I've only been lucid very rarely in the past few years."

Then, he teased her, "There's nothing to be jealous of."

Tu Xing stood up straight, looked away, looked uncomfortable, and his cheeks were slightly red on his fair face.

He was ready for a big "animal training" scene, but he never expected the other party to play a straight ball.

In front, someone ran in with a pile of papers in his hands. He walked all the way to the Sultan, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands.

"Your Majesty, these are the complete albums of portraits of women presented to you."

Sudan turned his head to signal, and Tu Xing involuntarily took two steps forward in this environment, held up his hands, and returned to Sudan.

Then, I heard a voice, "Don't you want to see it? Go ahead and see it."

Tu Xing flipped through the pages without hesitation, and soon found a name that looked like Fatima's.

The bottom line of small characters is the date of the tribute, October 3, 206, clearly written.

He stared blankly. This date was nearly two thousand years different from the year he was born.

Do different countries have different ways of counting years? Or...

Tu Xing didn't think too much about it. His lips trembled slightly as he read out the date aloud, appearing a little absent-minded.

Sudan: "Oh - it happened half a year ago, let me see it." He stretched out his hand and spread it out completely.

Tu Xing placed it on his palm somewhat stiffly and stepped back to his original position.

Obviously, this state of mind was misleading. Sudan's voice was soft, with a hint of sarcasm in it: "I told you to leave, but you insisted on staying here. Are you so jealous?"

He patted his thigh and asked, "Want to sit?"

Forced to come back to his senses, Tu Xing looked at his crown with an indescribable expression, "No need. I suggest that Your Majesty provide a pension of at least one hundred gold coins per household."

The Sultan laughed and said, "I don't have that much money."

Suddenly, he raised his voice and said, "All of Waji's property will be confiscated and divided equally among all the families who offered women as tribute. Only those who are still alive will be counted; the dead must be buried with honor."

Waji's voice was sharp and high-pitched: "Your Majesty!"

From the angle above, you can see his eyes rolling around and his face full of shock. He can't believe this would be the result.

Sultan: "By the way, investigate all those related to him, especially those with high positions, and confiscate their property as well. This way, we can get more money."

"This matter is..." The king seemed to be looking around for a candidate, and turned his head without warning.

"Cyril, you will handle what you proposed. You will temporarily serve as my inspection ambassador."

Everyone looked at him sideways, and Tu Xing's skin tightened. He felt that he was being stared at from head to toe, and few of them were kind.

Tu Xing lowered his eyes and thought quickly, should he accept it or not?

After accepting the position, you can get the qualification of an inspection ambassador. No matter who accepts the position, they will have to supervise the implementation. If you do it yourself, you can save this step.

However, there will be many obstacles in the implementation process. He has so little experience that he has only been in office for more than a week, and he is still working on his journey for most of the time. It is obvious that he has established his position because of two sexual incidents, which makes him easy to be criticized.

It is very likely that the original plan will be delayed: the introductory book, the mirror to look into the heart, and the magic wand.

Magic is certainly more important than power, as it is based on one's own abilities, while power will disappear due to changes in the environment.

Tu Xing thought about it and wanted to refuse: "Subordinate..."

The Sultan's voice was heard: "Is there anyone else willing to take over?"

Although there seemed to be a lot of people present, they were actually divided into guards, ordinary guards, interrogators, and maids.

There is no need to bring ministers with him on this trip, as this is not the royal palace meeting room.

Tu Xing looked at Lukman, who turned away with a flickering look in his eyes. Then he looked at Evander. The two of them were tied for the most seniority.

This person targeted me from the beginning, but the relationship eased a little later.

As a result, Evander turned his face away and rolled his eyes with disdain.

Finally, I looked at Talal, who had just argued with me and avoided my gaze in the same way.

Despite being rejected three times in a row, Tu Xing remained calm. His eyes wandered and stopped at the person kneeling on the ground, and his eyes lit up.

"Why not let Hou Saiyin make amends?"

"He was once second only to the Secretary of State for the West. His daughter is also on the list and deserves a pension, Your Majesty."

Hou Saiyin raised his head instantly, with an expression of disbelief and tears in the corners of his eyes.

Waji Xia, who was standing by, suddenly raised his voice, "He is a criminal! Your Majesty!"

He was so frightened that his tone seemed to change. "How can we let a criminal bear such a heavy burden?"

The Sultan laughed, not without a hint of recklessness, and said, "Then let Hou Saiyin handle it, with Cyril as his assistant, and he will serve as an inspection attaché."

"Do it well and give the people an explanation."

Tu Xing took two steps forward, walked to the front, put his hand on the other shoulder, and complained in his heart: You have done this bad thing yourself, I will explain it to you.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Sultan say, "Hmm?" Very softly, with a slightly rising tone.

Tu Xing's ears moved, and his heart suddenly felt itchy, and the words he spoke were very gentle:

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do my best to complete it for you."

The long strip of paper that had just left his hand returned to his hand. Tu Xing rolled it up and saw a rope on the plate. He took it out and tied it around the scroll to fix it. Then he stood back in his original position.

The Sultan looked at the people in front and asked, "Have you brought the rest of the people?"

A guard immediately stepped out and said, "Let me go and take a look."

Waji, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and the tone of his voice dropped significantly.

"Your Majesty, Hou Saiyin is a criminal, and I... am also a criminal. Since we are both guilty, it would be better for me to bear the blame and investigate myself."

"In exchange for your forgiveness, I will voluntarily surrender everything I have!"

Tu Xing lowered his eyes to hide his sarcastic smile. This excuse was really desperate.

Or was there something shameful inside? This made him completely lose his composure.

The Sultan spread his legs, rested one elbow on the armrest of the chair, and supported his chin on the side with the back of his hand.

"Since the result is the same, why bother?" The voice contained a hint of danger and displeasure.

Waji's eyes rolled rapidly. "This person and I are at odds. I'm worried that exaggerating the numbers will make my crime even more serious."