Chapter 839: The Anger Of The Emperor Of The Bright Empire
Although I was very helpless in my heart, I didn't know how to explain it to His Majesty the Saint Emperor.
But James Bundy still took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out of the secret room.
After leaving the secret room and entering the living room, James Bundy saw his valet next to His Majesty the Saint Emperor.
As soon as the other party saw James Bundy, a smile appeared on his fair and fat face.
"Lord James, I am under the command of the great Holy Majesty Peter.
I have come to summon you to the palace, and please ask Lord James to come with me - please!"
When James Bundy heard this, he bowed to the attendant very respectfully and smiled gently.
"Then there is Lord Robrus, please!"
Seeing James Bundy's respectful attitude towards him, the valet Bruce smiled with satisfaction.
"Master James is too polite. It's no trouble. Let's go!"
After saying that, he turned around and left James Bundy's mansion with James Bundy.
Arriving outside the gate of the mansion, he took James Bundy and got into a carriage pulled by eight Level 5 Warcraft Windwalkers.
After the two of them got on the carriage, the driver pulled the reins.
Eight level five magical beasts, Windwalkers, dragged the carriage out in an instant.
Not long after, the carriage stopped in the square in the palace.
Seeing the carriage stop, the valet Bruce turned his head with a smile.
"Sir James, we have arrived and can get off the car."
"Okay, thank you, Lord Bruce, for reminding me."
James Bundy followed Bruce out of the carriage, even though he was very familiar with the road to the palace.
But James Bundy still followed Bruce honestly.
Under the leadership of Bruce, James Bundy walked into the study room of Peroral St. Villiers.
When Bruce and James Bundy entered the study, Peter St. Villiers was sitting on the throne.
He lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, looking very elegant and easy-going.
Bruce walked forward with small steps, bowed and called softly.
"Dear His Majesty Peter Saint, Lord James has arrived!"
Hearing Bruce's report, Pérolaire St. Villiers raised his head.
He closed the book in his hand and said to James Bundy with a smile.
"James is here, Bruce, please show James his seat."
Then step back, I have something to discuss confidentially with James. "
Upon hearing this, Bruce quickly bowed and saluted.
"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Saint Peter, I will make arrangements right now."
According to the instructions of Peter St. Villiers, someone brought a chair to James Bundy.
Bruce himself respectfully exited the study and stood guard outside the study.
When he and James Bundy were alone in the study, Peroel Sin Villiers slowly asked.
"James, how did things go?
Did the killer you sent out bring back Rennes’ head for me?
You have to know that I have been looking forward to you bringing me good news these past few days!
Peter St. Villiers said, smiling at James Bundy.
But no matter how you look at that smile, it contains a trace of hair-raising viciousness.
James Bundy trembled when he felt the look in Peroral St. Villiers' eyes."
But he still bit the bullet, stood up from the chair, and knelt in front of Perorelle Saint Villiers.
"Your Majesty the Great Peter.
According to your instructions, I have arranged for the most elite assassins from the Intelligence Department to assassinate Rennes.
In order to repay Rennes for humiliating you, I sent you the killer.
But for some reason, he chose to betray and failed to kill Rennes..."
Speaking later, James Bundy's voice became smaller and smaller.
There is no longer that imposing and oppressive feeling in front of all his subordinates.
At this time, he was just like his subordinates.
His role was taken by Peter Saint-Villiers, who sat on the throne.
Become that person who is full of oppressive aura!
As James Bundy finished speaking, Pyroel St. Villiers narrowed his eyes.
Staring at James Bundy, his eyes gradually became cold.
"James, you should know how I usually treat people who do bad things, right?
I also remember what you promised me before, that nothing would go wrong!"
As he spoke, and with a change in tone, Peroël St. Villiers stood up.
0…………Please give me flowers……
Staring at James Bundy's figure with red eyes, he shouted loudly.
"James, please explain to me, what does it mean to choose to rebel without knowing why!?
I give you so many gold coins every year to maintain the construction of the intelligence department.
Is this how you use those gold coins!?
With the gold coins I gave you, you raised ten groups of traitors for me?"
Peter St. Villiers glared at James Bundy angrily.
If it were not for the Empire of Light, the intelligence service would be inseparable from James Bundy.
He really wanted to kill James Bundy to vent his anger!
Faced with Perloyle St. Villiers' shouting and questioning, James Bundy felt very helpless.
To be honest, he didn't expect such a thing to happen!
Who would have thought that Coles and Vilia, two brothers and sisters, have been loyally serving the Empire of Light for so many years.
Why did you suddenly choose to betray and give up the mission of assassinating Rennes!?
When he first learned about this, he was filled with despair.
They were full of confusion and doubts. What could make the brother and sister choose to betray?
But for now, he could only endure the anger from Peroel Saint Villiers.
Under the watchful eye of Peter St. Villiers, James Bundy took a deep breath.
He knelt on the ground with piety, knocked his head on the ground, and explained softly.
“To the great Holy Majesty Peter, I deserve to die!
It is all because of my incompetence that I have let you down, but please rest assured, His Majesty Peter Saint.
The minister has issued a kill order to all the killers affiliated with the intelligence department.
Once traces of the traitors are found, they will be brought back to the empire immediately, regardless of life or death!"
After James Bundy finished speaking, he fell silent.
He was anxiously waiting for Peroel Saint Villiers' reaction.
While James Bundy waited quietly, Peroyle St. Villiers sat back on the throne angrily.
He raised his hand, rubbed his brow, and looked at James Bundy kneeling on the ground.
As he watched, Pérolaire St. Villiers only felt more and more upset. .
