Noy did not visit the junior high school for too long and returned to the security department in the afternoon. During this time, Elena and the others had already returned to their own world through the portal.
The Secret Society will send an envoy group to the camp in two days to conduct academic exchanges. The means of transportation will be the portal in Lu City. Baierwok will need two days to select personnel from the Secret Society.
After Lu Cheng brought Noyi back to the camp, the first news he heard was... Emperor Peisif in the far south showed signs of waking up.
Lu Cheng sent Nuoyi back to her residence, and then quickly went to the liaison headquarters to directly find Li Jin, the person in charge of Emperor Peisif.
"Where did you assign him?"
"I sent Sergeant Chu to monitor his activities in the C1D immigration resettlement area of the Skare Royal City." Li Jin replied.
Feng Zheng's original name was Chu Jiangning, and he held the rank of sergeant in the team.
"Kite? I'll go check it out now."
Lu Cheng sorted out some recent reports in the liaison headquarters. Nothing major happened in four days. The biggest news was that the situation in the Far South had begun to show signs of civil unrest.
The royal family in the Far South is still hiding the news of Emperor Persif's death, but it seems that many people already know about his disappearance.
The chaos in the Far South Empire brought prosperity to Skare, and now Skare's population has grown from 10,000 to about 40,000.
What Princess Mera needs to do now is to do ideological work among immigrants, which simply means building up a sense of civic pride.
Emperor Peisif from the far south also became one of the immigrants of Skare, but he didn't know it himself.
According to the address given by Li Jin, Lu Cheng used the portal to directly come to the immigration resettlement area C1D.
The country of Skare has completely become the back garden of the Celestial Empire. Although Mela is in politics on the surface, the transformation, development and even the general direction of ideological education of the royal city are all controlled by the Celestial Empire.
The clever Princess Mera certainly knew what this meant, but she was powerless to change it. If Scarre wanted to become prosperous and strong, it had to be cared for by the "gardener" of the Celestial Empire. As for what style the gardener wanted to cut Scarre into, that was the gardener's business.
The c1d area used to be where merchants from the outer city of Skarre lived. The buildings here have undergone preliminary renovations by the Celestial Empire and are connected to electricity, but tap water is still uniformly rationed.
The location of Lucheng teleportation is equivalent to the neighborhood committee in this area.
"Captain Lu."
The Chinese soldier in charge of public security in this area stood up and saluted Lu Cheng as soon as he saw him.
The public security of the Royal City of Skare is jointly managed by the Skare Security Team and the Celestial Empire soldiers. In most cases, the Celestial Empire soldiers are only responsible for guidance and ideological education.
"Where is Sergeant Chu?" Lu Cheng returned the salute as usual, and then asked about the location of the kite.
"It's upstairs. I'll lead you there, Captain."
Lu Cheng followed the person in charge here to the second floor of the building and soon saw Feng Kite holding a telescope at the window.
The room on the second floor is equipped not only with telescopes, but also with special surveillance equipment and eavesdropping equipment. It is simply a spy headquarters.
But all these devices are used to monitor a lonely middle-aged man with a broken left hand.
"What's the situation now?"
Lu Cheng found a chair and sat next to Feng Zheng.
"He opened his eyes three hours ago and is still lying in bed... Captain Lu, do you think he hasn't gotten enough sleep?" Feng Kite handed the telescope in his hand to Lu Cheng and pointed at the neighborhood in the distance.
Lu Cheng picked up the telescope given by Feng Zheng and looked through a window. Through the gap in the window, Lu Cheng could vaguely see Emperor Peisif lying on the bed.
"He's been sleeping for almost a week. It's impossible that he didn't get enough sleep. Maybe he fainted again?"
Lu Cheng looked back at the room where Feng Zheng was. He understood what he meant and handed a physical report about Emperor Peisif to Lu Cheng.
"According to the doctor, all his physical signs have stabilized, except that he is a little malnourished. Should we send a doctor to check him out?" Feng Kite said.
"No, don't observe him through the telescope yet."
Lu Cheng returned the telescope to Feng Zheng, closed the window in front of him, and focused his attention on the surveillance.
Emperor Persif, lying on the bed, remained motionless under surveillance.
"How's the progress between you and the pictorial?" Lu Cheng suddenly asked.
"Captain, it's not appropriate to ask about such personal matters during a mission," Feng Kite whispered.
"It's not a frontline mission, what exactly is it like?"
"I plan to take a leave at the end of the month to get my marriage certificate." Feng Zheng's next sentence almost choked Lu Cheng.
"So fast?" When Lu Cheng wanted to ask why their progress was so fast, Emperor Peisif in the surveillance finally opened his eyes.
… … …
Persif woke up five hours ago, but he had been pretending to sleep in his bed.
Because he had to figure out where he was.
The world after death
This point was rejected by Persif immediately. He could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, strong and powerful.
It was as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and the suffocating feeling that had troubled him for nearly thirteen years had completely disappeared.
Persif shifted his gaze to his left arm. The front part of his left arm was empty. The holy crystal that symbolized his kingly power disappeared. Only a pile of badly worn sackcloth tied to his wrist remained.
Although he was mentally prepared, Peisif was still breathing rapidly and was so angry that he wanted to sit up and yell, but his upbringing as an emperor allowed him to control his anger.
Calm down and understand your current situation. First of all, this is not Far South.
He didn't judge it based on the layout of the room, but on the smell in the air.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air in the Far South.
Secondly, he was not captured by the enemy or the forces that wanted to assassinate him.
Persif sat up from the bed and tore off the linen bandage on his left wrist.
The wound was treated very carefully, so carefully that Persif didn't know the specific treatment method. The symptoms of blood loss were completely suppressed. His body...
Wait… your chest doesn’t hurt anymore
Persif covered his chest. He thought the feeling of suffocation disappeared because he had just woken up, but he stood up from the bed and moved his body.
Apart from some weakness in his limbs, he no longer felt the fatal pain in his chest, which also meant that the terminal illness that had plagued him for thirteen years was completely gone!
Is this the protection of the goddess of discord
No...it must be a skilled doctor who cured him of this stubborn disease!
In the past, in order to cure his terminal illness, Persif promised a large amount of gold, silver, treasures and status to those doctors and alchemists, but no doctor could get his reward.
Persif is a trustworthy emperor. After thirteen years, he still intends to fulfill the promise he once made!