As the former head of the royal family's intelligence, Lizzie, although he has retreated to the second line now, he has long seen that there are many people who are not right among those nobles and ministers.
He reported this matter to the king, but the king just replied lightly, "Understood", and there was no more to say, and after more than three months, he retired to the second line.
Until now, he thought it was one of the means of the royal family. After all, many of the nobles who seemed wrong at the beginning were secretly poaching the corners of the royal family. From here.
"How much do you know?" Lizzie looked at the other party quietly with sharp eyes.
Beta said slowly: "Not many, but the controller behind the scenes, I know who it is."
"Who?"
"Monica."
Lizzie slapped the table hard, the small objects on the table bounced high, and then fell on the table, some even rolled to the ground: "This is impossible! Ms. Monica is..."
But then he was speechless.
Beta smiled: "It seems that you have already guessed who the controller is."
Lizzie didn't answer, but raised his eyes and asked, "What's the purpose of you telling me these things?"
"I want to kill all those puppets, and I even want to kill Monica."
"Ms. Monica, you are a member of the royal family. I don't allow you to have such treasonous thoughts." The protective dagger reappeared in Lizzie's hand: "Or do you want to die now?"
The opponent was a spellcaster, and the distance between the two of them was less than three meters. Lizzie was completely confident that he could kill the opponent with one blow before he could cast a spell.
Facing the murderous lackeys of the royal family, Beta didn't feel nervous at all. He continued, "But what if I want to say that even our majesty the king has become a puppet?"
Lizzie's pupils widened, as if he lost his mind at this moment. After a while, he came to his senses, the dagger in his hand trembling slightly.
Beta was not in a hurry, and sat quietly waiting.
Different standpoints, different worldviews, have different degrees of acceptance of the same thing.
Beta is a professional. He used to be a lord in the game, slaughtered demigods, slashed evil gods, and was also a materialist. In his opinion, even gods may fall, and it is not a big deal for a mere king to be made into a puppet.
But in the eyes of Lizzie, a lackey who puts the interests of the royal family first, the king was turned into a puppet, and it seemed like the sky had fallen.
The expression on his face kept distorting, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart, he was even staring at Beta viciously, as if he wanted to use him as a scapegoat to vent his anger. But in the end, he managed to suppress the resentment and anger in his heart by relying on the self-control he had cultivated during his decades as an intelligence chief.
"Evidence!" Lizzie asked lightly, "I need evidence."
Lizzie's calm expression concealed a volcano that was about to erupt. Beta is very clear that if he can't come up with a reasonable argument, the other party will definitely hurt someone violently, and even if he tries his best, he will find a way to seriously injure himself.
"I checked. In recent years, the king has not been out of the palace."
Lizzie's eyelids trembled: "Isn't that good? The safety of my king is of the utmost importance. No one can hurt him if he doesn't leave the palace."
"But as far as I know, the previous kings liked hunting very much, and they hunted with their guards at least three times a month."
"People's hobbies will change."
"The king hasn't found a new lover for eight years." Beta continued: "The king used to be very greedy for beauty, but now he is still in his prime, don't you think it's strange?"
"People's hobbies are subject to change." Lizzie's eyelids trembled again.
"The king is in good health, but the queen has no new children. Princess Mulin is the youngest in the royal line, but she is almost seventeen years old. Do you think this is reasonable?"
"It takes luck to have a baby." Lizzie closed her eyes, but the eyelids were moving slightly, and it was obvious that the eyeballs under the eyelids were constantly turning.
"Do you remember how long the queen has not left her bedroom?"
Lizzie said nothing more.
Beta continued: "The king hasn't really issued a decree for a long time, and most of the decrees are conveyed by Monica. The number of ministers who come to the council hall every day to discuss matters is also very small."
"I will be there almost every time they discuss politics." Lizzie opened his eyes, and the eyeballs were bloodshot: "The king and ministers behaved normally, unlike those nobles who behaved strangely. In them, The human breath is still very strong.”
Beta smiled and continued: "Your Excellency, you should also know that when blacksmiths make weapons, there will be good products, defective products, and even top-level equipment. A puppet is essentially an item, and it can also be regarded as a special kind of weapon. Weapons. Of course, there are also defective and good products.”
Lizzie's hands shook again, and he had to admit that Beta's words were very, very reasonable.
"And... Monica will be present at every court meeting, but she will never interrupt, right?" Beta looked at the other party with a bit of narrow eyes: "I am a spellcaster, and I have a little understanding of puppetry. A little understanding. Living puppets like this can indeed move on their own, but the creators can control them with mental power. As long as the distance is not too far."
After a pause, Beta's tone became a bit lowered, appearing a little gloomy: "The highest level of puppet art is to confuse the real with the fake."
Lizzie's face fell silent, and then the eyebrows began to twist, and then the twist spread across the face, looking like a ghost. In the end, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he smashed the table in front of him into pieces, and even stepped on it vigorously.
While stepping on it, it roared like a wolf, like a madman.
After a while, he stopped, panting and looking at Beta: "You can go, come to me in three days."
Beta nodded without saying a word, and jumped from the window. It didn't take long for the thick fog outside the window to dissipate.
Lizzie looked at the direction of the palace from the window, her fists were covered with sharp stubbles, and blood dripped little by little.
Beta left Lizzie's manor and used the secondary invisibility technique to walk in the night, feeling extremely happy.
What he said to Lizzie was half his own guess and half a lie. It stands to reason that most people don't believe this, but the smarter they are, the more they can hear a lot of information from it, and then walk into the trap by themselves. Some not-so-relevant information, coupled with my own imagination, became definite evidence.
Beta felt that the probability that the king was a puppet was only about 40%, because the information he collected was insufficient. But that didn't matter, it didn't matter whether he believed it or not, as long as Lizzie believed it.
Beta returned to Natalia's bedroom. It was late at night, and Natalia had already fallen asleep. Under the thin blanket, the beautiful body of the beautiful prosecutor was outlined.
Natalia slept soundly. Although she also knew that Beta would come and go in and out of her bedroom from time to time, she was used to it and didn't have any resistance.
One is a widow, and the other is a handsome guy who is not annoying. Now Natalia admires him quite a bit. Even if he is raped, even if he is 'eaten' into the stomach, it doesn't matter. She thinks I am not at a disadvantage.
With such thoughts in mind, she slept peacefully and soundly.
Beta glanced at Natalia's looming body. At this time, the dark room was extremely quiet, except for the latter's soft breathing, and then felt a little loose in spirit, and quickly hid in the space of the mansion.
After rising to lv13, the negative effects of dragon blood became more obvious, and the body's needs became stronger.
Fortunately, his willpower attribute has grown very high. If he were a purely dragon-blooded physics profession, without the desire to control himself with high willpower, he would already be begging for mating all over the world by this time.
But even so, Beta began to find it difficult to suppress his desire.
If you continue to upgrade... Beta can't guarantee that she can use her willpower to get rid of her desires and needs.
Fortunately, there is Judy!
This is beta's last insurance.
After resting for one night in the art space of the mansion, Beta came out and saw Natalia brought in some breakfast from outside.
"It's for you." Natalia said unhappily: "Now the servants at home think that I have started to overeat and eat double breakfast, and they are carefully persuading me to be moderate. It is all your fault .”
Beta smiled slightly and was not polite. She said thank you first, then sat down and began to eat breakfast slowly.
Natalia sat across from him, crossed her hands, supported her smooth chin with her back, and asked with interest, "Where did you go last night?"
"How do you know I'm out?"
Natalia said with a little complacency: "A woman's intuition."
Well... a woman's intuition is sometimes more powerful than causal magic.
"I went to see Lizzie last night!"
Natalia was startled, and asked with her thin eyebrows twisted: "He is the person in charge who wanted you. You went to him, isn't it like a sheep running into a tiger's mouth?"
"Who is the sheep and who is the tiger? It's hard to say." Beta ate a piece of fried egg white and continued: "In fact, Lizzie is very likely to be on our side."
"How is this possible?" Natalia felt unbelievable, then she shook her body and asked in panic: "Did you reveal us to him?"
"How is it possible! I'm not that stupid." Beta smiled slightly: "I just met him in my own name and said something. He is very interested in things."
"That's good."
Natalia patted her chest with some fear.
Two balls of white and smooth northern hemisphere jelly swing back and forth, which is very eye-catching.
Beta looked over subconsciously, then reacted, frowned, and looked away.
Women are very sensitive to such gazes, and the corners of Natalia's mouth curved slightly in a beautiful arc.