Hitzfeld didn't take it seriously.
This was just her own misconception. It was not easy to explain the feeling to others, so she just focused all her energy and put it into analyzing the battle plan.
"I gave you the blueprints so that you can familiarize yourself with the environment in advance. After all, the city is under martial law now, and we don't have the opportunity or time to check out the area."
"Then there are three landing sites." She picked up a line drawing of a port dock and asked everyone to turn to that page. "The Pierre will choose a location to surface based on the guard situation at the time, so the environment when you land is not fixed, but it will eventually converge into a point at the foot of the palace."
Everyone listened attentively.
Even Teni didn't say anything nonsense, even though he was not actually in the plan.
That's right, while the others went ashore, he stayed behind with the orderly to guard the house.
Madeline looked at it very carefully.
Her knowledge of navigation would be useless in a battle on shore. She had never been on an overseas mission in these years, and her experience in fighting evildoers might not even be as good as that of some veteran sailors.
That's why she had to work twice as hard, staring at the lines, as if a real scene was appearing before her eyes.
It was a long staircase.
The palace of Iverria was built on a mound of earth. It was not very high and did not deserve praise as majestic and towering.
But even so, the long steps are nearly a hundred meters high. When viewed from the front or from a low position, the sense of oppression is created very well.
"From this point on," Hitzfeld emphasized, "all subsequent routes are the same... they all go straight up the stairs, break into the palace and rescue Aman."
"Ethan." Xia Yibing felt that it was time to help her share her worries, and spoke with the authority of her current boss and former captain: "You and Mapusi take some people to sneak into the city in advance and find a way to seize the ammunition depot."
"How do you plan to arrange the time?" Ethan narrowed his eyes and licked his lips excitedly.
"Let's decide on the day. For example, if we plan to start at 10 o'clock, you should start at 9:, leaving them half an hour so that they can mobilize the guards."
"No problem." Ethan nodded.
That bastard Leon is still in town.
He must be fine, maybe he can even help cause more damage.
"Maps?"
"I'm fine too..."
Darent first said yes, then started to act frivolously again.
"Can I apply to bring my deck ashore? Teaming up with Heidegger is too boring. We have to find some fun..."
"Maps—how dare you call me by that name?"
"It's all over, there's nothing to be afraid of..."
"Don't shout!"
"Ethan Heidegger, Ethan Heidegger—just shout, just shout."
Ethan was furious and rushed up to him and started fighting with him.
A group of people around cheered loudly, and Hitzfeld held his forehead in pain.
She had felt Ethan was tainted by Darent a few months ago, and now it was completely confirmed.
Maybe it wasn't Ethan's fault, he just made... well, the same mistakes that everyone who works with Darent makes.
……
On the other side, the palace.
Baliu came to the front hall in her maid's long dress, and looked up to see Prime Minister Alfonso walking and chatting with a minister.
There is definitely something wrong with Alfonso.
She curled her lips secretly.
I have never heard of Goli having any prime minister. Before Aman ascended the throne, the throne of Iverria was even vacant. No matter how bold Mokeli was, he knew that he was not qualified, so he never dared to call himself king. At most, he was just a regent of a great lord, and he never needed a prime minister.
Alfonso appeared literally out of nowhere.
"come here."
She tried to move away, but Alfonso saw her and waved her over.
"I haven't seen you before, are you new here?"
"Yes……"
The old man with a long beard narrowed his eyes and looked at Baliu from head to toe, with a somewhat obscene smile on his face.
"This is a rare opportunity..." he suddenly sighed.
"Tomorrow is His Majesty's wedding day. You should seize the time and get closer to him."
...?
Baliu's heart almost stopped.
What does this person mean?
It was obvious that there was something else behind his words, otherwise why would he ask a maid to get close to her master when her wedding date was approaching?
Seeing the two men walking away, Baliu frowned, wondering whether Alfonso was the water monster's man.
After leaving the palace, Alfonso quickly sneaked into an alley.
He walked around here for about seventeen or eighteen times, and made sure that no one was following him. Then he stepped into a tattered tent and knelt down to the dark shadow inside.
"The criminal Alfonso..."
"I am here to meet the apostles."
The sunlight shone in through the gap in the door curtain, vaguely illuminating three figures standing inside.
Two were tall and one was short, all standing in the shadows, and only their outlines could make them out to be two men and one woman.
"What's the plan?" the woman asked.
"The Sara people must be trying to cause trouble." Alfonso nodded and reported everything he knew, including his suspicions about the new maid.
"That monster didn't notice anything unusual about the mansion." The woman pondered. "The Sara people actually had a way to deal with the 'Private Soldier'? He was able to escape before the guards arrived, and his efficiency in resolving the battle was quite high..."
She has a very deep voice, which is rare for a woman.
Voice is powerful. The sound produced by the vibration in the chest cavity sounds very different from the normal voice spoken. This is why some operas require professional voice actors to dub the voices.
The technique of chest vibrato is rare in men, let alone women. Her voice seems extremely magnetic and has a faint metallic texture.
"Why was that maid allowed in?"
She looked down at Alfonso and said, "We should eliminate all hidden dangers. How dare you make decisions on your own? You should have killed her in the first place!"
"No."
The tall figure next to him then spoke.
The same accent, the same magnetism, the same metallic texture.
"Our target is Her Royal Highness the Princess, and stopping here is just a side job."
"Before we set out for Sara, we'd better not piss off that monster."
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①: Alchemy. There is a saying in the traditional Sara culture that all the making of perfumes and medicines is classified as alchemy. Although they themselves know that alchemy probably does not exist.
Chapter 66: In the Gap
It's not easy to see Aman.
In addition to body search, bathing and fumigation, Baliu had to go through the last step - drinking the liquid brought to her by a group of female officials in front of them.
She knew what this thing was. It was most likely the clone of the water monster, and its concentration was probably stronger than the well water. If a normal person played like this, they would undoubtedly be controlled by the water monster that entered their body, but she was a tree person who was determined to survive, and was the hybrid offspring of the ancient nether fruit tree that had received divine blessings.
So Baliu didn't care what it was at all. He just took a look at it and swallowed it in one gulp.
Seeing how straightforward she was, and the fact that she drank the "holy water", the ladies and guards in the inner hall began to look at her with kind eyes, and were finally willing to treat her as one of their own.
"Welcome, Li." The head maid came to Baliu and looked at her with kind, gentle and gratifying eyes.
"No one knows better than me why you are running for this position. I am sorry that His Majesty did not choose you in the end, but don't be discouraged. As long as you stay in the palace, there is still hope."
She probably thought I was an opportunist who wanted to enter the palace and tease the king...
Baliu took a deep breath. Although she felt it was ridiculous, she felt almost no anger or shame.
Because she trusted Li Ang, they trusted and understood each other, and she knew that this level of sacrifice would not damage her reputation.
After all, she was just a maid, not a marriage partner chosen through election.
"You will serve His Majesty from tonight to tomorrow morning." She remained silent, but the head maid misunderstood her as shy, and gave her a meaningful response: "We all know that His Majesty is a very self-disciplined person, but maybe there is a chance? You can try."
Is this how you usually get along with Aman?
Watching this group of people retreating with laughter, leaving her alone in the inner hall, Baliu's mouth twitched, and she wondered if Aman was being controlled.
With so many graceful girls spinning and dancing around him, allowing him to enjoy them every day, it seemed no wonder that Aman had forgotten Mary.
Shaking off those useless thoughts, Baliu turned to look at the inner door, picked up a plate of fruit and walked inside.
She had made sacrifices and taken risks to pass the test, and now it was time to reap the rewards.
She walked through the corridor and continued up the stairs following the signs, and finally arrived at Aman's bedroom.
"Your Majesty," she said tentatively, "The fruit is here..."
The precipitation of fructose is related to sun exposure. Due to the climate, Goli's fruits are extremely famous. Every fruit on this plate is fatter and bigger than what Sarah can find, and the unbroken skin exudes a faint fragrance.
After waiting for a while, there was no response.
After looking around to make sure that there was no one guarding nearby, Baliu no longer hesitated and simply lifted the door curtain and walked into the room carrying the plate.
This is where he lives...
What came into view was a large bed with a curtain hanging on it. A bow was hung on the wall above the curtain. In addition to furniture, there were armor and weapon racks in the corners. Someone was sleeping soundly on the mattress.
Putting the fruit plate on the table, Baliu glanced around the room, first staring at the door curtain of the inner room for a while, and then slowly... turned his eyes to the water jug.
It's wonderful...
She twitched the corners of her mouth.
No wonder there aren't any guards.
But some things needed to be confirmed. She estimated that she was under the other party's surveillance, so she picked up a plump red peach, walked into the bed, and reached out to shake the person on the bed.
"His Majesty……"
"His Majesty!"
This action is consistent with her identity. If she is really a woman who intends to achieve class transition in this way, then this is what she should do.
Failure to do so would only arouse suspicion from the enemy.
"Hmm..." The man on the bed was sleeping on his stomach. After she shook him twice, he felt uncomfortable and turned over in a daze.
Sure enough it was him!
This allowed Baliu to see his face clearly and confirmed that it was Aman... At least this guy was still alive!
"Your Majesty!" She continued to shake him, trying to wake him up, and the two sides exchanged words.
Aman knew her, they had fought side by side on the railroad tracks. In order to prevent Aman from seeing her expression after waking up, Baliu pretended to block the view of the water pot with her shoulder as if it was a coincidence.
As a result, A'man did not wake up, but she felt a strong sense of alarm.
"Varied……"
A fishy wind blew in her face. Baliu only had time to turn halfway around and raise her hands to shield herself slightly before a huge force suddenly came at her, like a locomotive knocking her out.
Bang!
Her body flew four or five meters into the air and knocked over an armor rack.
"Uh……"
It's okay... After all, she is not a human being, and her body is made up of high-density vine tissue, so this collision is no big deal.
But she still pretended to be seriously injured, and anyone who saw her would have thought that she had at least one broken rib.
