Chapter 71: A hundred meters and a bunch of tomatoes is definitely not for seeing mermaids...
Heinz touched his chest and realized that he was indeed heartless.
He worked for the intelligence department in his early years and later entered the civil service system. His background and experience had long been cleansed up. People only knew that he had been a slave in the Duke of Eagle Owl's house, but no one knew how he got in.
His father was a criminal of the old empire.
To say that he was a criminal also raised the suspicion that he was falsely accused. Two years before the fall of the old empire, many people had already had a premonition. At that time, choosing a side became a choice that had to be made.
Should we support the great nobles and overthrow Isupareso?
Or should I keep silent and continue working for the old emperor?
Jellyfish father chose the former, and it turned out that this was indeed the choice of history.
However, the old jellyfish forgot that he had sworn allegiance to Isupareso. Even though the old emperor was in decline and gradually losing control, what happened under his nose still could not escape his surveillance.
So, at a party meeting, a group of "reformist" ocean tribesmen were arrested. This matter is not a big deal. As long as everyone grits their teeth and firmly believes that this is just a barbecue tasting party, the authorities cannot do anything to them.
Unfortunately, some people were afraid of Isoparaiso and were frightened and trembling, so they changed their testimony. In order to protect themselves, the others colluded with each other and threw the hat of mastermind onto Old Jellyfish.
The reason is very simple: who made him a beta without any lordship and background?
Old Jellyfish was captured and sentenced to two hundred years in prison.
Little Jellyfish was reduced to a slave and sold as a servant for two hundred dollars.
The lives of the father and son fully illustrate what it means to be unlucky and wronged. Why is it that others are fine, but his family suffers?
Before going to prison, the old jellyfish held the little jellyfish's cold hand and earnestly instructed:
"Shuibao, you must remember this in your life: don't trust anyone, and don't chase after power like I did. Just grow up peacefully and be an ordinary Bbao."
The little jellyfish nodded maturely, wiped his father's tears with a newspaper, and also told his father to reform himself in there and not to fight with other seafood.
"My Shuibao is still sensible."
When the sensible little jellyfish grew up, he successfully inherited the family tradition: he became an official, defected, and became the most shining and rising figure in the political arena.
Ungrateful person.
Heinz held the crystal wine glass, turned around intoxicatedly, and looked around his neat and spacious office.
This is the top floor of the Imperial Government Hall, separated from the monarch's office by only a corridor and less than five meters away. In both practical and physical terms, it can be said to be "standing at the top of power."
But compared to his ambition, this is far from enough.
Heinz couldn't help but think back to his last visit to the prison. With his power, the old father lived quite well in there, eating and drinking to his heart's content and having seafood for every meal. He even had the energy to scold him through the bulletproof glass:
"You rebellious son! You will be punished sooner or later for not listening to me."
Heinz twisted his pale fingers and picked at his ears, "Listen to it yourself, how can a father curse his own son like this?"
The old jellyfish was choked by him: "What else can I say?"
Heinz replied lightly: "You should wish me good luck in my career."
The old jellyfish clenched its tentacles and unconsciously looked at his son again. The pink and blue glass ball that would spray water when you slapped its forehead has grown into a villain with flying tentacles in an R-rated movie. It sits in the shadows, elegant and suave... quite a bit like him when he was young.
The old jellyfish shook his head and said with the tone of an experienced person:
"The higher you climb, the harder you will fall. Even though you are in a high position and everyone is praising you, if you take a wrong step one day, you will end up like me."
A faint light shone through the prison bars, and Heinz's mouth was vaguely revealed: "Wrong. As long as I stand above everyone else, no one can kick me down."
The old jellyfish glanced at him in horror and asked sharply, "What do you want to do?"
"You'll know later."
Heinz stood up slowly, his pointed leather shoes lifted up. Old Jellyfish knew he was leaving, and couldn't help shouting into the microphone:
"When are you going to get your father out of here?"
"There are many people out there who want to use force against me."
"so what?"
"As my biological father, you should enjoy your old age here. It will be safer for you and me."
The old jellyfish argued: "Son, son, don't leave. Let me out, and I can help you with some advice."
Heinz held onto the door frame, looked sideways, and said with regret:
“My team does not accept losers from the last political struggle.”
Old Jellyfish: "...Okay, get out of here."
Heinz nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that his father's reflection in prison over the years had had a very good effect.
The reason he didn't accept Old Jellyfish's involvement in the matter wasn't because of a lack of family ties.
The ocean world is a strictly hierarchical society where the strong prey on the weak, and almost everything is determined by bloodline. As the saying goes, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and shrimps eat jellyfish.
Having climbed from the bottom of the food chain to here, Heinz would never allow himself to make the slightest mistake.
The old jellyfish secretly betrayed his master and would be caught by Isoparaiso.
He won't.
Besides, being a watchdog for others is only temporary. Heinz is sitting on the fence between the tyrant and the new and old forces of Isupareso, taking such a great risk. Of course, what he wants is not just to get ahead.
He thought for a moment, "In the entire galaxy, there seems to be no precedent for Beta to be the emperor..."
·
Heinz collected his thoughts and drank the brandy in one gulp. The melted ice water made him grit his teeth. When he turned to the deputy secretary, he returned to his usual state:
"What material? Show it to me."
The deputy secretary quickly handed it over. "It's a detailed investigation report on the death of Major General Gram. I've marked the key parts with labels. While digging for information, we also discovered something unexpectedly."
Heinz turned to that page and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Deputy Secretary: "The pilot that Major General Gram hired before his death was called 'Bai Ling'. There is a 90% chance that he was the one who hijacked the ship and attacked the monarch's space palace."
"Look at page 170. There is a photo taken below the garbage dump. It shows the face of 'White Zero'."
"But the face doesn't match any person named 'White Zero' in the population registry."
Heinz listened and pondered. He knew that Isuparaiso was promoting a young pilot recently, and it was no surprise that it was this bird.
Deputy Secretary: "...Finally, we found him among the dead."
Faking death to change identity?
Heinz first recalled the last time The One excitedly crushed a wine glass, then narrowed his eyes, and for no reason recalled the scene in which the other party completely defeated a group of A's on "Hunting Night" and left with someone on his back.
He turned to page 171 of the investigation report, on which was a black-and-white military officer ID photo.
Heinz said with interest: "I didn't expect that our old Majesty would also pursue beauty."
He asked briefly: "Where is this person now?"
"In the palace, living in the same room with..." the deputy secretary hesitated, "and your old master, Sava."
Heinz's pupils trembled, as if his tentacles were stepped on, and the first reaction in his mind was that The One sent Bai Ling to hold his hen hostage.
The young master is his sky and his red line, and no one can touch the young master's woolen pants.
Not even that famous old poisonous snake of Isoparaiso.
Heinz lowered his head and held Bai Ling's photo tightly.
Deputy Secretary: "Would you like to submit a copy of this report to The One?"
Heinz said calmly, "No need, save it in the file, it will be useful in the future."
The deputy secretary was surprised for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
For civil officials, there are no permanent bosses, only temporary objects of exploitation - this is an iron rule that must be recognized when taking up a job.
Heinz quickly adjusted his mood and practiced the pitch twice in front of the mirror to make sure there were no mistakes.
Then, he sat down and began his daily report to The One:
"Good evening, I am your loyal 'mixed juice'..."
·
Small pet dormitory area.
After turning off the lights, the three of them lay on the bed and chatted idly. With Sava around, the topic somehow took on a strange color and turned into an egg-laying education conference, and they even forced Bai Ling to talk about the feeling of laying eggs.
Bai Ling: "If you continue like this, I will call the dormitory manager!"
Stinky chicken, if you don't sleep late at night you will talk nonsense.
Sava shut up unhappily, but still restless. He crawled down in the darkness, rummaging through the snacks.
Bai Ling tried to curse quietly, but the door was pulled open the next second. He watched helplessly as a vaguely shaped, huge chicken butt squeezed in, and then two dim "little orange lights" lit up.
Savoy: OVO
The bag of chips was handed to him, and he asked, "Would you like some chips?"
Bai Ling ate two slices symbolically, then pushed him out and told him to go back to sleep. Another half an hour later, Bai Ling heard the breathing above him stabilize, then he got out of bed quietly, opened the door, and prepared to go upstairs.
He found a perfect excuse for himself.
——There’s a piece of glass in the greenhouse that’s broken, and strong winds are forecast for tonight, so he has to go over and reinforce it.
It's definitely not for the purpose of seeing mermaids or anything like that.
Well... In order to avoid alerting the enemy, it is better to climb up from the outer wall.
Bai Ling estimated the direction, found an empty corridor, and prepared to stick his head out to see if there was any handhold. At this moment, a shadow was cast from his face to his neck.
Someone was standing on the stairs against the light.
Bai Ling's arm muscles tensed and he almost threw the knife over. Fortunately, the other party spoke:
"Stinky bird, you don't crawl out from here every day, do you?"
"…Why are you here?"
The eagle owl squatted on the ground with a scoundrel look on his face, "I'm in a bad mood and want to beat someone up, but I don't have a place to vent my anger. The omegas in the pet area are too fragile."
Bai Ling: “…”
Savoie was thinking about killing jellyfish and making jellyfish juice in his mind, and asked curiously:
"Aren't you going out? Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Bai Ling was speechless: "Why are you taking off your clothes? It's below zero outside."
"I thought you were going to transform into a bird of prey and fly out the window."
Bai Ling looked indifferent, and tapped his iron prosthesis: "How can I change with this thing? The prosthesis can't become smaller."
Sava said as a matter of course: "You can take off that leg, tie it on your back and fly."
"Do you think I'm a golden eagle?" The wingspan is three meters long.
Sava nodded seriously: "Yes, you are the most delicate falcon in the world of birds of prey. You are so small and you like to stand on other people's arms and eat meat."
Bai Ling's eyes went dark, and he was about to kick him, but Sava walked up to him and stuck out his butt proudly: "Come up, I'm in a bad mood tonight and want to have some fun. I don't mind carrying you, a stinky bird, for a few laps, so that you can scream and see how powerful our owl tribe is."
Bai Ling: "I never cry out to the heavens or the earth."
"? That's alright." Sava stood up in a principled manner and put away the chicken platform.
"A handful of tomatoes per 100 meters."
The iron-willed hen said, "Deal!"
·
The small seafood can transform into tentacles, horns and scales, and the birds can also transform into their original forms.
However, most birds do not do this. They only symbolically grow feathers on their heads that match their race to distinguish their bloodline.
The reason for this is related to the current racial purity division in the empire. Generally speaking, the gene concentration of pure-blooded animals is higher than 60%, and they can generally last for more than 2 hours after transformation. There is no upper limit, and they can even last forever.
For example, there is a pure-blooded mermaid who often bathes in the pool at some point.
Hybrids with lower animal gene concentrations can only last a shorter time. It can be as long as ten minutes or as short as two or three minutes. There are also many people whose gene percentage is as low as 0.8%, which makes it impossible for them to transform into their original form at all.
So there is a saying in the market: "It's great if you can hold on for one minute, come on!"
Bai Ling is actually a mixed-race person, and was often called a little bastard when he was a child.
His genetic pedigree is: 49% human, 45% peregrine falcon, and 6% kestrel. Not particularly high, but acceptable.
As for the pure-blooded noble Master Savoy, the eagle owl content in his genetic profile should be greater than 70%, which is why he has obvious animal habits and keeps grunting all day long.
However, no matter how pure his blood was, he was still used as a chair by his mortal enemy in his previous life. Bai Ling sat on the shaking chicken buttocks, and the wind blew away his heart without any fluctuations.
"Hold on to my speed reduction belt, I'm going to slow down!"
Bai Ling grabbed the two erect ear feathers on the top of its head with his claws. The eagle owl growled angrily: "You grabbed the antenna, you grabbed the wrong one!"
There is a half-meter wide hole in the corner of the greenhouse, which is usually covered with plastic sheeting. If you want to drill through, you can just remove the tape.
The two birds flew in safely, and as soon as they folded their wings and landed, Sava exclaimed "Oh shit".
So big? ! With his super night vision, he couldn't see the end at a glance.
The bird next to it had black and blue back feathers and a milky white belly. It was hopping unsteadily on the grass on one claw. Every time it hopped, its tail feathers would swing up and down for balance, revealing the fluffy and soft white hair under the hard flight feathers.
Sava clicked his tongue and said, "It's a good thing there's no cock behind you." Otherwise, it would be hard to escape from this posture.
The place where they landed was close to the study. After walking two steps forward, they could hear the faint sound of conversation.
Birds have very keen hearing. Sava frowned and immediately recognized that one of the sounds was the garbage jellyfish.
This is Heinz speaking: "...May I ask about your relationship with 'White Zero'?"
Another slightly lower voice: "What does the secretary want to know?"
"Nothing," Heinz's tone was still humble, but with a hint of provocation, "I'm just worried that if you favor him like this, His Majesty Cade might find out..."
The One said casually: "He is just a toy to entertain me."
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