Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

There is a problem with the angel race. Roja had already discovered this matter when he found that the words of the god-blessed warrior who escorted him away were full of affection for the savior, but what he didn't expect was that for this nominally neutral race, Michelle actually checked It's so clear that there's even evidence.

"Sorry, Mother Goddess, I don't know about this."

Facing Michelle's accusation, Roja could do nothing but pretend to be ignorant and shook his head to deny it. However, what he never expected was that after hearing his words, Michelle reached into his pocket again.

"Really? It seems that Your Excellency the King of Kings is very good at amnesia."

The middle-aged elf with a sarcastic face said so, took out a document again, opened it and said with a smile:

"Then let me recall for you, what is your destination?"

Chapter 550 Sheltering

In the silver banquet hall, when Michelle took out the second document, there was already silence. The black-haired boy was sitting on the seat sinking like water, and on the main seat at the end, the expression of the mother goddess was extremely stiff.

In her mind, this dinner with Roja was held to bring the two of them closer, but as Michelle continued to speak and throw out evidence, the mother's heart was shaken violently, because she finally What is afraid is that everything Roja shows is a lie.

If it's just sad, then it can be tolerated, but giving hope, making him think that he has regained the child's love and then depriving him of it, this kind of approach is unbearable for the mother god.

"M, Michelle..."

The frightened woman reflexively called the right-hand assistant's name, trying to make him stop what he said, but Michelle was determined to go her own way at this time.

The patriarch of the elves understands that if he wants to get rid of this hypocritical traitor in front of him, he has to work hard, otherwise Roja is likely to escape again in the face of the mother god's indecision, and he wants to get rid of this scourge when his cards are exhausted It's just as difficult as climbing the sky.

Thinking of this, Michelle didn't care, opened the file under the eyes of everyone, stared at Roja and said loudly:

"Your Majesty the King, according to our information, you and Archangel Lamia have secretly sent more than [-] private letters in the past year, and all of them passed through the Savior's control area."

"Is there anything strange about that?"

Facing Michelle's accusation, the black-haired boy asked calmly, and then said:

"The angel race is still a neutral race today, and my letter with them passing through the territory of the savior does not violate any laws of the mother goddess. As for the secret transmission, isn't the reason right in front of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple."

Staring at the condescending Michelle, Roja also stood up, as if suppressing endless anger and resentment in his voice:

"For a long time, some people have been monitoring my every move. Although I know that such behavior is not the original intention of the Mother Goddess, this kind of monitoring really makes me very uncomfortable, so I use a special channel when writing letters. , isn't it a matter of course?"

Hearing Roja's words, many ministers who knew that they had been monitoring the king's election for a long time couldn't help but look away, while the mother goddess on the main seat looked at the elf patriarch on the side in surprise.

Although the Mother Goddess has indeed made the intelligence agencies pay attention to the king's election for a long time, she has never issued orders such as surveillance, let alone such strict measures to treat prisoners.

"Michelle? What the hell is going on here?"

"Master Goddess, I want to make a statement that the monitoring of Your Excellency the King Xuan is not my own initiative, but because it has seriously threatened our safety, so I have to do it. The evidence is the documents and reports in my hand. .”

Under the gaze of the mother god, the middle-aged elf patriarch said so, took out one of the many documents and held it up high, turned his back to everyone present, and stared at Roja while showing it with a smile:

"Your Excellency in choosing the king, I'm afraid you didn't expect it. You have always had an oversight."

"Neglect? Master Michelle, I don't know what you are talking about."

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that your letters are not completely kept secret. The reason is very simple, because you have the habit of writing letters on envelopes."

When Michelle said these words with a smile, Roja's golden pupils contracted slightly uncontrollably. Unlike the patriarchs of the various clans present who hadn't understood, the black-haired boy had already guessed something, and Michel also revealed the answer.

"Isn't it convenient to put the envelope under the letter paper? The letter can be put in the mail immediately after writing, but unfortunately, this will leave part of the letter's handwriting as a trace on the envelope, which means... ...Even if the seal of the letter is not opened, we can still see part of the content by virtue of the writing marks."

really!

Looking at the confident Michelle on his face, Roja's heart sank to the bottom, while the Mother Goddess on the main seat and the other patriarchs showed stunned expressions.

It has to be said that in this era when espionage and intelligence agencies have not yet developed vigorously, many people do not pay attention to such purely physical evidence collection that does not require magic power, and therefore there is no vigilance in this regard at all. Roja's Ancestors were clearly such people.

Too much reliance on magic power, thinking that as long as a self-destructing seal is added to the letter, it will be absolutely safe, but they don't know that with the simplest method, Michelle and others can see part of the letter, and now they have become enemies The most powerful weapon.

Roja, who clenched his hands tightly, tried his best to maintain his face, while Michelle on the other side became more and more aggressive. He looked at the expressionless boy and continued:

"Through our collection, we roughly obtained part of the twelve letters, including the 'Sun King' that you and Archangel Lamia talked about. In the letter, you praised him a lot. As for In this incident, what you and Lamia planned is a standard defection!"

"..."

Amidst Michelle's loud words, the venue couldn't help being silent. The patriarchs of various tribes on both sides of the dining table looked at Roja with increasingly unfriendly eyes in front of the evidence held high, while the mother goddess in the front had a strange expression. Pale.

Looking at Roja on the side, the expression on the black-haired woman's face was very stiff, as if she hadn't reacted from the shock and disappointment brought by the news, she actually looked a little dull. After a long time, the mother goddess turned her head, The voice was a little hoarse and asked:

"Is what he said... true?"

"..."

Listening to the calm but sad question of the Mother Goddess, Roja's heart tightened for some reason, and suddenly he felt guilty, and at the same time he felt anxious.

With such a tone, the black-haired boy naturally knew that what the Mother God wanted was a negative answer, but now that the evidence is convincing and Michelle came prepared, Roja was so sad that he wanted to stand up, so he rashly denied it. Once it is refuted again, Roja's image will become a scum full of lies, and the mother goddess will probably be completely disappointed in him.

damn it!It's too pitiful to choose the king before!What the hell... wait!

Roja, who was anxious in his heart, suddenly shrank his pupils, and then the expression on his face gradually changed. After thinking for a while, the black-haired boy suddenly looked at the woman on the side, bowed slightly and said:

"Master Goddess, although you may be deeply disappointed in me now, I still want to say that I did not do these things, and I have no knowledge of them."

"What nonsense!"

Hearing Roja's words, Michel across the table sneered, and the patriarchs of the various clans present were also silent. Everyone looked at the young man with distrust in their eyes, just like looking at an actor with poor acting skills.