Chapter 371: Angry King Roco

"Is there any news?"
In the majestic and vicissitudes of the retro castle hall, as dim as always, a lifeless voice rang out in the drunken scent of old age.
The old butler who had just entered the hall bowed slightly and said in a low voice: "There is no news from the little lady, but according to the following analysis, there are some abnormalities on the ruins. One of our search ships has lost contact. Nu contacted another search ship in the nearby galaxy, and has already passed to check it."
After a long silence, even though he had become accustomed to everything in the castle, the old butler felt that the old man's breath between his nose had grown stronger.
The old steward cannot clearly define what is the breath of the elderly.
It is like the breath of an old dog lying under a tree that may die at any time in the evening sun.
Of course, this kind of breath can only be felt by the same old butler.
Anyone else, including the children and relatives of the elderly, can only feel uneasy or fearful of the elderly here.
No one can ignore the existence of this old man, even if he has lifted the burden of the empire's military for nearly a century.
Everyone believed that King Roco, who was well-known in the Moryun galaxy, even if he coughed, it was enough to cause the entire galaxy to shake.
"What about another thing?"
After a while, the old man asked again.
The old butler’s body was buried deep, and he whispered:
The old slave is incompetent and can't find out after exhausting all the means, who is trying to disadvantage the little lady.

"A bunch of waste..."
Amid the anger of the old man, a green and white porcelain cup "choked" to the ground.
The shock of the old butler was not trivial, he knelt down tremblingly, did not dare to lift his head, and did not dare to come out again.
No one knows what the old man is always thinking, just as no one can understand the old man's loneliness and surly.
But anyone who knows the elderly will know. How precious is this blue and white porcelain cup.
The endless river of history has flooded so many things, including many ancient skills.
This porcelain cup named "Nongqing Xiaobai", although its manufacturing skills are stored in the wisdom brain's huge database. But no one can be as perfect as the predecessors.
Intellectual brains may be possible, based on precision industries that humans cannot match. You can make perfect porcelain without any difference.
However, in the eyes of most people, this kind of thing that can be copied in batches has no value at all.
Some people who like to collect stubbornly believe that only the "strong green and white" created by the original hand-made skills are the best.
This "dense blue and white" originally had a set, but it was almost completely destroyed in a huge accident that year, and now only this porcelain cup is left.
more importantly. This set of "Nong Qing Xiao Bai" was given to him by the old man's deceased wife. For the old man, its preciousness can be imagined.
"The old slave is incompetent. The clues all point to the royal family. Your lord, you have given orders. Our Roco family can't have any disputes with the royal family, so the old slave has no way to start..."
Hearing the heavy gasp of the old man, the old butler knew that he could no longer be silent, and said in a trembling voice.
"The Roco family can't have any disputes with the royal family, but this does not mean that some people can start with my palm star. Check it out for me, and I have to find out clearly. Who is behind it."
"A group of bastards, wanting to be in the position of God, even extended their paws to the Roco family."
"Challenging my patience over and over again, very good, I will let you see if the dying old dog will bite people!
The old man's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a muffled thunder deep in the castle.
Everyone who heard it, whether it was someone from elsewhere in the castle, or someone waiting outside the castle. One is more nervous than the other, and even the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.
"How is it? Uncle Nu. Father, does it matter?"
When the old butler crouched and walked out slowly, a group of people guarding the castle immediately rushed up. The first middle-aged man with a sharp eyebrow asked nervously.
"My lord is very angry, you have heard it before, and the lord also dropped the thick green small white porcelain cup..."
The old housekeeper said without raising his head. Hearing the second half of his sentence, the relatives such as the children of the old people couldn't help taking a breath.
"It seems I am going to the Imperial Capital..."
The headed middle-aged man said worriedly, staring at the old housekeeper with flickering eyes.
"Young master, don't worry, the old slave will accompany you to the imperial capital. The Roco family hasn't appeared in the imperial capital for too long, and some people may not care about you."
The old butler naturally knew what his eldest and young master was thinking, he sighed in his heart, and said blankly.
Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man's expression became visibly relaxed, and he immediately stroked his chest to the old butler and hurried down to make arrangements.
When he left, the others immediately disappeared.
But when they left, no one dared to be rude, and after all of them bowed to the old housekeeper, they turned around and left.
In this ancient castle, among the huge Roco family, no one dares to look down upon this old butler who claims to be an "old slave".
King Roco himself said that if he hadn't had an old butler by his side, he would have died many times in his life, it would be impossible to make the Roco family famous Moryun galaxy.
The old butler has no name and no surname, and has never been married in his life. He put all his heart on the Roco family and the King Roco.
Because of this, in the Roco family, he was completely under one person and above ten thousand.
"Is it true that the Roco family created by adults has no successors?"
Seeing those people leave in panic, almost as if they were a bird and beast, the old manager sighed.
His eyes full of disgust moved to the sky, and a pair of muddy eyes immediately gleamed.
"The main star of the constellation of Gods is bright, and the nebula is dyed red. It seems that the emperor will cause trouble, and some people are destined to bleed..."
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Without knowing that her disappearance would have caused the empire to stabilize the internal affairs of the empire for thousands of years, it would cause chaos. In fact, Alice has no time to think about it.
If anyone familiar with her sees Alice at this time, it is estimated that she will not recognize this exhausted and haggard woman, who is the "Rose Knight" talked about in the upper aristocratic circle of the empire.
Alice's eyes were dull, and after a long period of angry swearing and screaming, Alice's voice had completely changed. She could no longer bear the tremendous pressure and her whole spirit was about to collapse.
Lying helplessly on the "torture chair", Alice stared blankly at the ceiling until a sharp neigh interrupted her thoughts.