"How do you know that the person who did it was sent by Cyric?" Tang Mo took a break from the busy work and was studying a kind of fried chicken wrapped in bread crumbs. He lowered his head and fiddled with the chicken wings in the pan and asked without raising his head.
He wanted to recreate the fried foods he had eaten, including hamburgers where the meat was first cut into pieces and then spread into patties and grilled.
Tang Mo actually loves food, but he really doesn't have the talent in this area. Although the food cooked according to the recipe is quite satisfactory, it always lacks some feeling.
After telling the other chefs the principle, the dishes Tang Mo "invented" tasted completely different. It's as if the chef has injected soul into it and it immediately becomes delicious.
Therefore, chefs who are familiar with all this think that Tang Mo is a true gourmet inventor and a real chef.
But this gourmet inventor, who is admired by many famous chefs, is actually a guy who can't cook at all.
In the past, he still had time to study delicious food in Bunas, but now that he has become the King of Tang, the king of a country, he really doesn't have much free time.
Now he has to spend more than an hour every day to spend time with his two sons, and he has no time to ask about some messy things.
Fortunately, Roger was there to help with the country's affairs, and Harry was there to worry about the company's affairs. He more or less took some time to work, thus avoiding the fate of death from overwork.
Leo, who was standing aside, replied: "We deciphered a telegram, and this encrypted telegram was sent to a businessman who only came to Chang'an in the past six months."
He opened his mouth to explain the process of deciphering codes, looking a little embarrassed: "Although our efficiency in deciphering codes is very low, our code-breaking department is not a decoration. We can still decipher some codes, but the rate is not high."
In fact, when Tang Mo popularized telegraphy, he also asked the intelligence department to start deciphering codes. The entire organization is quite large, and there are many intelligence talents in it.
Unfortunately, because everyone lacks experience, the deciphering of codes is actually not going smoothly. Most of the codes that have been deciphered were obtained by reverse torture after catching spies.
However, the world is still fair in a sense, and if you work hard, you will be rewarded - or in other words, if you work hard, you will have the opportunity to reap...
Relying on brute force experiments and some clever mathematical calculations, the Tang Kingdom's intelligence department was able to decipher some codes and obtain some valuable information.
This time, the security department in charge of Leo deciphered a secret message from Gobel and mastered a secret action plan to assassinate Prime Minister Roger: "Then, we found that this was an activation command from a lurking killer, so we We monitored the people the other party came into contact with.”
"Finally you followed the clues and found this maid?" Tang Mo asked curiously as he used long chopsticks to tumble the chicken wings in the pan.
Leo nodded: "More or less, the other party is very cautious, and we don't have definite evidence. After all, they are people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so we can't move casually. We can only let the security personnel who broke into the Prime Minister's Mansion in advance take action. .”
Tang Mo was very satisfied with the work of the intelligence department and said, "It's not bad. It seems that the money I spent on the intelligence department over the years has not been wasted."
"I am willing to die for Your Majesty." Leo laughed immediately after being praised, bowed his head and thanked.
"Seriously, I know your loyalty. By the way, are you sure this telegram was sent by the dead woman?" Tang Mo didn't even look up. He felt that the chicken wings in front of him might be ready soon.
The plan to assassinate the beautiful snake had been planned long ago, and Sophia also provided various cooperation.
This was originally a deal. Cyric brought out the culprit and asked Tang Mo to kill him to make him feel bad.
Only when Tang Mo is satisfied can Cyric's side be eligible for subsequent transactions - this can be regarded as a reason. Both parties work together to create a superficial appearance of settling their grudges.
Cyric's Marquise Councilor was the scapegoat who was pushed out. Sophia's people provided help during the assassination.
This is also the reason why Tang's killers can openly kill people on the street in the core area controlled by Cyric, and then become powerful calmly.
Only when Sofia nodded and other Cyric managers acquiesced, could this kind of thing happen, where you could escape unscathed after killing someone.
But the scapegoat who was pushed out may not be willing to die. The sinner abandoned by everyone may still want to struggle a little longer. This person will fight back and be unwilling to give in. All of this is reasonable.
Leo was very confident about the source of the code, so he replied: "Yes, the encryption method of the telegram belongs to this woman. I speculate that this is her last counterattack... As long as she dies, then this assassination counterattack will be will be activated."
This set of codes had been used before, and was later confirmed - Cyric's airships and fleets that had previously attempted to attack Dragon Island had all used this set of codes.
After deciphering this set of codes, the Tang State's intelligence department compared the previously intercepted messages and decrypted many outdated messages and obtained some information that had expired.
Having said this, Tang Mo raised his head, looked at Leo and asked seriously: "Well, she is indeed dead. Right?"
"Yes, she is indeed dead. Sophia's recent actions in Cyric and almost all signs indicate that she is really dead." Leo replied immediately.
Tang Mo still felt that it was a bit unreasonable for such a message to appear suddenly, so he warned: "Check it carefully, don't make a joke."
"Yes! I understand." Leo nodded seriously again. He didn't want to make a joke either. If the target he sent to be killed by his agents came back to life, wouldn't the intelligence department he was in charge of become a joke?
"In addition, the security officer has been exposed. Please bring him back with two new faces to replace the dead ones and those who have been transferred." Tang Mo continued to give instructions.
Leo bowed slightly and agreed, "Yes! I understand."
Tang Mo arranged absolutely loyal guards for all ministers, some in the open and some in the dark. However, these people are not monitors, and they have no reporting obligations and tasks to protect the target.
Tang Mo will hand over the list of these people to the corresponding subordinates, and then let these security personnel find opportunities to contact the targets of protection, so as to achieve a state of mutual trust and mutual understanding between the two parties.
He is not playing spy politics, but he really doesn't want his subordinates to have problems. Tang Mo had seen too many intrigues and had personally ordered too many assassinations, so he was even more afraid of this kind of thing and didn't want similar things to happen to his acquaintances.
After Leo left, Tang Mo handed the long chopsticks in his hand to the servant beside him, and his leisure time was over.
Even though the chicken wings in the oil pan were actually cooked and ready to eat, Tang Mo still left alone.
When he reached the door, he told the person behind him: "It should be cooked already. Take it out and send it to Tiger... The last one who rewarded it was Redman."
After saying that, he walked out of the room, then hurried to the bathroom, washed himself thoroughly, changed into clean clothes, and after confirming that there was no smell of oil smoke on his body, he pushed away the door to the nursery with a smile on his face. Door.
Le'er was teasing Tang Mo's eldest son with her furry ears in the room. She was actually very resentful about this matter. Although there is no so-called reproductive isolation, it is true that the cat-eared girls of the orc tribe rarely conceive human children.
The original probability was very low, and Tang Mo rarely did that kind of thing with her, so Princess Leer was now the only one among Tang Mo's three princesses who did not give birth to an heir.
Children over one year old actually don’t have much resistance to stuffed things that can move on their own. The little guy stood on the edge of the wooden bed, holding the wooden railing with one hand, and a small hand on Leer’s head. He kept rubbing it.
The little guy likes his "mother" very much. While holding Leer's ears with his hands, he looks silly at the mother who is not his biological mother.
"Ouch! Aren't you afraid of tigers?" Leer pretended to show his teeth and claws.
, threatening the little one without any deterrence.
The little one opened his mouth, and glistening saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, looking so cute and cute.
The nannies on the side couldn't help but laugh. Some came up to help the prince wipe his mouth, and some helped to stop His Highness the eldest prince who was about to climb over the wooden railing to get closer.
"If you like it, just give birth to one yourself..." Youlin on the side was inspecting the children's clothes that were specially made for the two little guys.
Halfway through her words, she saw Tang Mo pushing the door open. Leer, who didn't look back, didn't know that her man was already behind her. She said with some resentment, "I thought so, but I haven't seen him for seven or eight days." His figure is gone..."
"Is there a possibility... that you are actually blind?" Tang Mo held back his laughter and asked while standing behind Le'er.
Le'er's ears twitched, then suddenly turned around and shouted in surprise: "Your Majesty! Why are you here?"
"Let me... take a look at these two little guys." Tang Mo was straight and said honestly.
"Ha! How did you deceive Alice and Le'er..." You Lin couldn't help laughing.
"Just talk about Alice and me, why don't you mention yourself?" Le'er looked at You Lin again and asked jokingly.
You Lin sighed and deliberately pretended to be defeated: "Me? I was given for free."
"Me too!" Le'er has been here before, her eyes widened, and she pretends to be a coincidence.
Tang Mo pretended not to hear, picked up his eldest son, and kissed the child's pink little face: "Dad is here! Do you miss me, do you miss me? Hehe!"
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Thank you to reader CC9527 for the reward. Thank you very much... I deserve it. I still owe you more... Sigh...
