As a strong sense of fatigue came over him, Hatra shouted for everyone to leave, and then, surrounded by several guards, he quickly left the already messy meeting room.

In the past month, he has felt sudden fatigue like this at least once a day, but he doesn't think it's strange because the expert who prescribed the medicine for him said it was a normal reaction to the medicine.

Yes, in the past month, Hatra has been taking medicine every day, once a day, one glass at a time, and some strong liquor.

According to an expert, this magical medicine can make Hatra's lost male symbol grow back. Hatra firmly believes in the expert's statement because he has personal experience - although it has not "grown back" yet, that part will become hot and swollen more than five times a day. While it is hot and swollen, he can still sense a trace of desire rising in his heart. Although this desire is very small and not lasting at all, it does exist.

Hatra was delighted. Before he met this master, he had tried many ways to restore his masculinity, but all of them failed without exception. He almost thought that this was the price of marrying the emperor. The book of the goddess Luo said: "When you gain one thing, you will inevitably lose something else."

Although he accepted this statement, Hatra still felt very regretful.

This regret continued until that master appeared.

Now, he should go to that expert to take medicine...

…

Pu Tong's face turned serious again: "How do you grill meat? You actually added so many seasonings? This is not a good thing, you know? It's too delicious, you know? What's going on? You've been learning from my dear chef MacArthur for so long, and you haven't learned anything at all?"

The cook who was being questioned didn't even dare to raise his head, thinking to himself, "General, you are exaggerating too much. I only followed Chef MacArthur for one day and he left. During this day, he only made barbecue once and didn't let me see it. Besides, you have been eating well these days, why do you feel unwell today?"

"You have to be serious about what you do. You should learn from me. I have followed the lord for so many years..." Pu Tong just boasted out of habit, and when the tent curtain was lifted, Bailey walked in with a smile.

"Master Pu Tang, are you arguing with the kids again?" Bailey walked straight to the table and sat cross-legged. Without being polite, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a piece of barbecue from the big plate in front of Pu Tang. "Master Pu Tang still has a good life. Haha, I want to take advantage of it too."

"Come on, everyone knows that the Fourth and Fifth Divisions are the lord's most loyal followers." Pu Tong said as he waved his hand to signal the cooks to retreat.

"That's not right, Commander Putong. If it's true, then we are not just the foils but you are the protagonist in the past two months." Bailey said as he ate. "Just think about it. In less than two months, the entire Assyrian territory has been telling the story of your Sixth Division's winning streak. The opera troupe in Assyrian City even specially compiled a play called 'Hero Putong'. I heard that even the lord praised it after watching it."

"Hehehehe, I've heard about this too. When the war is over, I'll go and see my heroic side too." Pu Tong felt warmer in his heart as if he were soaking in hot water, and the smile on his lips became even more intense.

"By the way, I'm here to give you a letter." Bailey took a few more bites, threw the meat back on the plate, wiped his hands with a hand towel, and then took out a letter from his arms. He handed it to Pu Tong and said, "The lord agreed to your battle plan."

"Really? That's great!" Pu Tong's eyes lit up and he almost jumped up.

"I really envy your Sixth Division. You are about to make great achievements again." Bailey said with a smile.

"There's nothing to envy about this. If you want a share, just assign a group to me and we can all share the benefits." Pu Tong said as he read the letter.

A group? Bailey was stunned...

…

Just after noon, the large conference room of the Assyrian city government office was filled with people, including government officials, public representatives who came to listen, and some military commanders at all levels.

Wu Lai walked into the conference room amid applause and cheers, with a smile on his face and wearing a simple gray robe.

"Everyone, please sit down." Wu Lai waved his hand and sat down behind the podium.

Interesting. Wu Lai glanced at the six large speakers installed side by side on the podium, smiled, and thought that wisdom really lies in the people.

"Well, this is very creative." Wu Lai pointed at the six large speakers. "This way, I can spend less energy on speaking."

When everyone heard him say this, a relaxed smile appeared on their faces.

"Today is the monthly public meeting. It is also the last time that I will represent the Assyrian City Government to report to you on the progress of government affairs. Next month, the mayor nominated and selected by you will be in charge of this work." Wu Lai said with a smile, "Now, I will tell you about the five-level system of city, county, town, township and village that the Assyrian territory is about to implement..."

Huh? A new system? Everyone's interest suddenly increased...

De Leng stood respectfully at the door of the conference room, watching Wu Lai speaking behind the podium, his eyes and heart full of admiration and excitement, because he was the first Assyrian mayor nominated by the government and the public and elected by collective vote of representatives of the people.

De Leng knew that his ability to become the mayor was inseparable from Guru's recommendation and Wu Lai's cultivation. Although he did rely on his own reputation and ability to overcome all obstacles and win this honor, if he hadn't had Guru's help and Wu Lai's teachings, he might still be an unknown member of the Kochi family.

Don't worry, lord. I will achieve the results you expect during my four-year term. Then, I will strive for re-election and serve Assyria and the lord better. De Leng thought excitedly in his heart.

…

At dawn ten days later, a carriage slowly appeared at the south gate of Titania.

"I want to leave the city." The coachman said arrogantly to the soldier who stopped him.

"Not yet..." A small soldier leader held up a torch and shone it on the driver's face. As soon as he said no, the driver took out a golden badge.

"Take a look at this." The driver's voice was full of impatience.

As soon as he took a glance, the soldier leader was startled, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a master in the palace, I'm sorry, I will open the door right away, open the door right away."

"Hmm." The driver snorted and yawned beautifully...

At noon, Hatra killed a guard in extreme anger, but this time was a little different from the previous times, because the guard chose to fight back at the moment before his death, and successfully cut Hatra's left leg. Just as he swung the second sword at Hatra with a surprised face, two spears stabbed him up and threw him out.

"Damn it..." The guard exhaled his last breath filled with hatred.

"Your Highness King Wushuang, please allow me to bandage you." Although a captain of the guards was trembling with fear, he had to step forward and say this. He never thought that his men would do such a treasonous thing to Hatra.

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"Get out! You too, get out!" Hatra shouted wildly with his sword in hand, "Go! Get Master MacZhery here for me! I need to take medicine! I need to take medicine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll go right away, right away!" The captain of the guards quickly agreed, but he couldn't help but grumble in his heart, thinking that if he continued to take the medicine, it would be even worse. He was getting thinner and more crazy and irritable day by day. How could he continue like this? Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out loud. After hurriedly arranging for people to deal with the scene and bandaging Hatra and applying medicine, he personally led a few guards and ran out of the palace quickly.

Hatra waited for a long time before the guard came back. Just as he was about to get angry, the guard knelt down with a plop and said, "Your Highness, Master Mai Zheli left the city through the south gate before dawn, and all the treasures you gave him are gone."

"Where are the people who served him?" Hatra was shocked and asked quickly.

"He killed them all. They were hung naked on the roof beams, and several of them were even disemboweled." The captain of the guards felt sick at the thought of the scene.

Hatra was stunned: "How can you be sure that it was Mai Zheli... who killed him?"

The chief guard was also stunned, thinking to himself, is there any need to ask this? Everyone in the room was dead, and the remaining one drove a carriage loaded with gold, silver and jewelry and took the royal palace's waist badge out of the city. Can't we infer who killed him? When he was about to answer after thinking of the words, he saw Hatra's face suddenly changed, his body swayed, and suddenly fell backwards.

The guards behind Hatra hurriedly caught him. As soon as they called out to him, they saw that Hatra's body had already twitched uncontrollably, and white and green foam kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth...

"Quick! Find someone!" The chief guard was very anxious. Hatra looked like he was either poisoned or mad. Either way, the consequences would be disastrous...

The captain of the guards guessed correctly. Hatra was poisoned. In the past period of time, he drank the poison prepared by MacArthur every day. However, the effect of this poison was not fatal, but crazy - it would make people more irritable and angry day by day. When the accumulated dose reached a certain level, madness would "occur naturally."

The director of all this was naturally Pu Tong. He did not inform Wu Lai because he himself felt that the possibility of success was slim, and Wu Lai would never agree to let him do anything that he was not sure of.

The reason why MacArthur was sent to carry out this task instead of anyone else was very simple. This was because the medicine was MacArthur's ancestral secret recipe. Apart from MacArthur, no one else could figure out the dosage. Apart from this, there was really no one under Pudong who was as eloquent and good at acting as Chef MacArthur.

It is worth mentioning that MacArthur took the initiative to do so - his family has lived in Menia for generations. After Hatra conquered Menia, two of his deputy generals led more than a dozen soldiers into his house after drinking, and then did heinous things to his family. Since then, MacArthur has only one thought in his mind.

If Pu Tong had not repeatedly told him not to kill Hatra directly, Machete would definitely not mind finding an opportunity to die together with this poor Wushuang King.

"The lord said that Hatra cannot die for the time being. Once he dies, the army under his command will inevitably be in chaos. At that time, the Assyrians in Titania and Menia will not only suffer disasters, but there will also be hundreds or thousands of small bandit groups in the Assyrian territory causing trouble everywhere. Instead of this, it is better to let Hatra live to restrain them. Anyway, it is not difficult to retake Titania and Menia." Putong said to Mazheli.

"Okay, then I'll make him crazy." Mai Zheli grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth...

At this moment, Putun, the instigator of the Hatra madness incident, was lying on the grass in a dense forest somewhere in the Menia region, chewing grass leaves. The dazzling sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves onto his face and body, making his comfort and leisure even more perfect.

"Report to the general, the scouts are back." A battalion commander crawled to his side with a smile. He didn't dare to run over and disturb Pu Tang, or he would be whipped - General Pu Tang really liked to whip people, but he could not only whip you, but also protect you.

"What did you say?" Pu Tong turned his head to the side but did not open his eyes.

"The enemy is indeed building a port. There are probably more than 10,000 people there. Those patrolling, defending, and building the port are all soldiers. There are nearly a hundred large and small ships. The camp stretches for almost ten miles. Five large warehouses have been built in a valley. Every day, many ships transport supplies from the other side of the river. They are all large bags. I don't know what they are..." A battalion commander reported very carefully, and Pu Tong listened very carefully.

After listening to this, Pu Tong opened his eyes, with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "Notify officers at the battalion level and above to come to my place for a meeting."