A supervisor sitting next to Snow stood up and said anxiously:

"Lord York, we can't open it. The processing warehouse's facilities were bought from the elves in the High Forest. They are fully enclosed for processing. If the warehouse is opened, they will not be responsible for subsequent maintenance."

"Andy, didn't you hear what the Marquis said? Open!" Snow said gritting his teeth.

But Louis found that there was a hidden smile at the corner of his mouth.

His heart skipped a beat.

The warehouse door was opened and the fully sealed equipment was temporarily dismantled.

What catches everyone's eyes is a large number of garbage sorting and recycling bins.

There are 12 recyclable waste warehouses.

There are 33 kitchen waste warehouses.

There are 18 hazardous waste warehouses.

There are 10 other garbage warehouses.

There are two magical waste garbage warehouses that require special treatment.

The doors of the warehouses where the garbage had been processed were all open.

Among them, the hazardous waste warehouse has been mostly cleaned up, and the magic waste warehouse is completely open and empty.

Only the kitchen waste and recyclable garbage areas still had workers shoveling the garbage onto the conveyor belt.

The tracks transport the garbage to different elemental furnaces for processing. The elven characters on the fireplaces flicker slightly, and a series of precisely positioned level 0 spells classify and process various materials.

Everything seemed to be in order and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

The Marquis of York's eyes sharpened, and he looked at Louis and Olivia: "Your Highness, the magic scrap warehouse has been processed. Do you have any questions?"

Louis thought about it for a moment and realized that this shouldn't be the case.

"No, that's not human nature. The process of dealing with magical waste is very complicated, and it takes a lot of time for a small amount of waste."

"From a human perspective, in order to improve efficiency, the most common method is to first concentrate on processing all the garbage other than the magical waste."

"But the magic scrap warehouse is indeed empty...wait, just because it's empty doesn't mean there is no magic scrap here."

His eyes turned towards the half-closed warehouse.

"Are you going to demolish it by force?"

The next moment, Olivia suddenly laughed: "This is a big problem. Come, arrest Snow."

Two secret guards immediately grabbed Snow.

The little swan puffed out his chest, waved his hand, and said proudly: "This Elvish text and the matching magic circle are not right.

This set of Elvish text uses the Elvish configuration of the sixth-generation Elemental Furnace, but the model of the magic circle is an unimproved fourth-generation magic circle, which does not conform to the configuration of the latest Elemental Furnace.

Although I don't like those long-eared people, they won't make such stupid mistakes in such details."

The Marquis of York slammed the ground with his cane, his expression darkened, and he looked a little angry.

He is not a magician and doesn't know enough about this kind of thing.

But he knew that the Second Princess would not joke about such things.

That's why he was even more angry.

Because this means that he might have really been betrayed by his own confidants.

At this time, Louis had quietly borrowed a mace from the secret guard, and came to a kitchen waste warehouse in the farthest corner. He said to the supervisor of the sorting line next to him: "Open this warehouse for me."

The supervisor was stunned for a moment and said, "We haven't finished dealing with the other garbage yet, so we can't open it."

Louis smiled: "Open or not?"

The supervisor stiffened his neck and pretended not to hear.

"Then I must lift the iron curtain."

He raised the mace and smashed it hard on the locked warehouse door.

The supervisor who had just been standing next to Louis stepped back in fear.

Snow struggled subconsciously, but was pressed to the ground by the secret guard behind him.

One, two, three times...

With a clang.

The door was smashed open.

Louis picked up the mace and subconsciously took a few steps back.

It is the instinct of a flower grower that when he sees something fluorescent, the first thing he thinks of is radiation.

But when he took a few steps back, he found that everyone's expressions had completely changed.

The Marquis of York was leaning on a cane, his face as gloomy as water, and the secret guards around him were unconsciously burning with blood.

Someone noticed that the faces of the workers in the field were beginning to wither, and with a wave of his hand, he gave them a layer of blood.

Instead it was Louis and Olivia.

The two of them didn't take any protective measures at all, but their expressions didn't change at all.

The Marquis of York first looked at the Second Princess, and found that the pollution released by the magic elements dissipated when it was about to hit her. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "A cursed body that is afraid of even elemental pollution? How pathetic!"

Then his eyes turned to Louis.

But he found that Louis not only did not feel uncomfortable, but he showed a comfortable expression, and his eyes were also quite hazy.

The succubus' tail behind him was shaking restlessly.

The Marquis of York suddenly paused for a moment, looked at Louis in astonishment, and slammed the ground heavily with his cane:

"Wake up quickly!"

Louis's originally hazy expression instantly became clear. He looked at the Marquis behind him with some surprise, and then he found that there was a group of people lying behind him.

"What's going on?"

The Marquis of York glanced at Louis and said, "Demons are also magical creatures, and they are the most advanced ones."

Elemental resistance is a relatively rare ability for humans, but for demons, it is an innate talent.

Without direct contact with the pollution source, this little elemental pollution will not only not harm him who has demon blood, but will also make him more energetic.

So much so that... the charm judgment is automatically triggered.

"What a terrifying succubus's evil nature. It's stronger than most succubi I've seen..."

The Marquis of York looked at the people lying on the ground, and then looked at Louis again.

He felt that there was something wrong with this prince who had succubus bloodline.

As a level 16 fighter, at that moment, he even suspected that he was briefly under control.

So much so that at that time, all he could recall in his mind was the clear eyes of this prince.

This was a situation he had never thought of before.

This is horrible.

He had just wanted to get angry at Director Snow, but after Louis's evil nature was activated by instinct, all attention was focused on him.

It is not a special hobby of some unique male aristocrats, but a natural attraction and influence.

Inexplicably, he remembered Beatrice's words.

"Louis was born to be a diplomat."

These were the exact words the princess used to persuade the ministers in private.

He didn't believe it at first.

But now the development of things was completely beyond his expectations, so much so that the anger caused by being deceived by his confidant was temporarily dissipated a lot.

"Open all the warehouses!" Marquis of York looked at the supervisor coldly.

Many people looked hesitant, while others looked confused and didn't understand the situation.

The Marquis of York sighed and moved his cane forward a little.

An invisible wave directly tore apart all the closed warehouse doors.

An unimaginable elemental pollution impact spread out.

Twenty-two warehouses filled with magical waste were like a group of wild beasts baring their fangs and roaring at the crowd, emitting silent roars.

The Marquis of York clenched his palms, and the surging blood energy directly blocked all the doors of the warehouse, and said with gritted teeth:

"Well, Snow, you are really great!"

Unexpectedly, when Snow saw that the matter could no longer be concealed, he just laughed.

(End of this chapter)