Chapter 741 Birds and Strangeness
Chapter 741 Birds and Strangeness
This bird is really fat.
Standing on the balcony of the palace, overlooking the large snow chickens pecking at grains in the garden, the blue-haired young man with a resolute and heroic face couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
Before, when Mary brought these snow chickens back from the Hexagonal Snow Mountain and insisted on raising them in the garden, she thought the pets she chose were very annoying and wanted to throw away all these fat chickens that clucked all day long.
But recently, while she was on a diplomatic mission, I asked the chef to catch two and stew them. It turned out that Mary had a good eye. The fat chickens she brought back tasted exceptionally good.
Thinking of the rich flavors of the two pots of stewed chicken, Harvey, the current king of the Northern Kingdom, couldn't help but move his throat slightly and swallowed subconsciously.
After hearing the strange noise coming from the blue-haired young man and seeing his back with his hands behind his back, an old man in gorgeous clothes who had just arrived at the door couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
His Majesty Harvey had given himself a death order before, that he must find out the source of the underground Jehol anomaly at all costs. If he fails to do so, he will be in trouble.
His Majesty Harvey's tactics are no less drastic than those of the old king, so the "good looking" he mentioned is definitely not bluffing. It would be the best outcome for a Minister of Pipeline to resign. Otherwise, he might even be hanged for dereliction of duty.
However, after he and his men drilled down into the pipe furnace and soaked in the shallow underground hot river for a week, they still didn't find any water at all. The damn underground hot river was still rising wildly every day, and it was about to flow back into the city through the pipe furnace.
However, at this critical moment, His Majesty Harvey suddenly asked someone to call him over, and stood on the balcony with his back to him, looking at the pipe furnace in the palace where water was gushing out. What he wanted to express was self-evident.
"His Majesty!"
Knowing that he would have to take the blow no matter whether he stuck his head out or hid it, the old man in fancy clothes, with weak legs, could only stagger a few steps into the house, then took the initiative to admit his mistake with great sorrow:
"Your Majesty! I...I have failed to live up to your trust!"
"Ok?"
After hearing the mournful cry of the old man in fancy clothes, the blue-haired young man who was watching the chickens on the balcony was slightly startled, then reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the fat snow chickens, turned around and smiled:
"Sir Isaac, you are too kind."
Did I speak too harshly? What does it mean that I speak too harshly? Does it mean that this matter is not "unworthy of the trust" or... I am not worthy of being "trusted"?
He raised his head in panic, glanced at the blue-haired young man, and seeing his eyes that were more aggressive than before (he was greedy), the old man in the gorgeous clothes couldn't help but turn pale.
It’s over, this is obviously a sarcasm!
"Your Majesty! I really tried my best to investigate!"
Thinking of the fate of those who did not do their job well and lied to deceive the young but very shrewd Majesty, the old man in gorgeous clothes did not dare to evade the question. He could only raise his hands that were soaked white and pleaded in a pitiful voice:
"Your Majesty! I have been in Rehe for the past few days, sleeping less than three hours a day. I have searched almost every place I could. Although I have not found the reason for the underground flooding of Rehe, but...but..."
But you have tried your best, and according to the old man, this matter involves the enemies of the Cleanup Bureau, and it is not something that an ordinary person like you can figure out... Are you really that scared? Am I such an unreasonable person?
Seeing the old man in fancy clothes who was frightened by his attitude and became incoherent, the blue-haired young man couldn't help but cough awkwardly. Then, while reflecting on whether he was too harsh on officials, he walked over to help the man up, and said with a forced smile:
"Sir Isaac, you misunderstood. I don't mean to blame you."
You don't mean to blame me... Do you think it's no longer necessary?
After hearing the comfort from "The Cold-blooded Majesty Harvey", looking at the blue-haired young man in front of him with a fake smile, the old man in gorgeous clothes not only did not relax, but his face became even paler.
The style of the blue-haired young man, the king of the North, is tougher than the storms on the North Icefield and harsher than the glaciers on the Hexagonal Snow Mountain. Although he is generous in rewarding his capable subordinates, he is often merciless in punishing those who are incompetent or even make mistakes. He usually calls people over and scolds them for minor mistakes, but this time, facing a terrible situation that could cause disaster to the entire Rehe City, he actually comforted himself and said that it was not his problem...
how can that be!
The premise for this situation to happen is that either I am crazy or he is crazy... No! He is crazy! I am afraid he has already gone crazy!
Although this series of speculations was extremely illogical when one thought about it carefully, tension and fear had already filled his brain. The old man in fancy clothes, with his heart pounding wildly, strangely ignored all the irrationalities and directly came to the final conclusion.
I am dead!
"Sir Isaac, this matter is beyond your ability. You really can't do it."
After failing to help the man up twice, the blue-haired young man frowned in confusion as he looked at the old man in fancy clothes shaking like a sieve on the carpet. He then gave up helping him and stood up to explain:
"The situation in the underground hot river is somewhat special. I have already found other people who specialize in handling this kind of thing and have arranged for them to do it. You just go back and wait. By the way, think about what to do if the pipe furnace is really crushed and exploded... You can leave now!"
Seeing the strange expression of fear and shock on the old man in fancy clothes, the blue-haired young man, who was always cold and sarcastic, became gentle for once, which was unusual for him.
However, as his heart surged and his blood rushed to his head, the old man in fancy clothes not only felt dizzy, but his ears also kept buzzing. The world in his ears began to be strangely disconnected and only heard a small part of the words of the blue-haired young man.
"Isaac...you can't do it...I'll...find...someone else, you go back and wait...for...Si!"
I...why? Why!
The old man in gorgeous clothes who was crawling on the ground gritted his teeth, then raised his head and looked at the blue-haired man who announced coldly that he was going to execute him, then he roared wildly and pounced on him.
As the blue-haired young man was looking astonished, the old man in fancy clothes, whose two skinny hands, which had turned white due to being soaked in water vapor, suddenly burst out with incredible strength and clamped his neck tightly. The strength was so great that even his nails sank into the flesh on the back of his neck.
"You actually let me die... Then you should die with me!"
"???"
Confused by this sudden scene, the blue-haired young man, who was being strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, instinctively tried to twist the hand that was strangling his throat, while bulging his eyes and shouting with great difficulty:
"You...are crazy? Who...wanted you to die?"
However, what was strange was that in the eyes of the old man in gorgeous clothes, the young man in blue in front of him, even though his neck was strangled, still stared at him ferociously, and swore viciously that he would strangle his entire clan to death!
"Then I'll kill you first!"
When the old man in fancy clothes suddenly increased his strength, a clucking sound of panic and anger came from the chickens in the garden under the balcony. A group of snow chickens that had just been pecking at grains peacefully, actually dragged their fat and strong bodies and started fighting extremely ferociously.
And those fat chickens whose eyes were clearly dazed and out of focus, and who could hardly find their opponents, but who were pecking, tearing, kicking, and pulling with their beaks and claws, whose snow-white feathers were stained red and whose crop were cracked, looked exactly like the mad old man in gorgeous clothes.
(End of this chapter)