At this time, images of the previous battle were sent over, describing the entire process of David Duran being attacked.
Based on energy analysis, the attack can be divided into two phases. In the first stage, David blocked the attack with his body and wings. The extremely powerful energy emitted by the thirteen seventh-level assassins caused his energy field to collapse. But after enduring the blow, David apparently captured the existence of the biochip and its ability to control brain waves from the attack wave properties that penetrated his own energy field. So in the second stage, as a potential hypnotist, David Duran used his last strength to emit simulated electromagnetic waves at the moment before the energy field collapsed, triggering the chip biological electric shock, causing the enemy to instantly lose the ability to attack, thus turning the situation around and escaping. Tribulation.
Then, the thing is very clear. These assassins are all slaves. David Duran is completely lucky. If it weren't for the hypnotic potential person's innate ability to sense and imitate all energy fluctuations, including low-frequency brain waves, and he reacted Fast enough to trigger the biochip in time, he is now a dead man who cannot die anymore...
The room became eerily quiet for a moment. The conclusion is obvious. The only one who can come up with so many seventh-level slaves to carry out such a vigorous assassination is the training camp of the Acropolis nobles.
Even a conservative person like Hebrew couldn't help but sneer at this time. "The assassin hasn't been caught yet?" he yelled, "What are the guards doing?!"
Philip quickly replied: "They have all been caught and are being escorted over now."
"Let the Secretariat conduct strict interrogations, and no matter what method is used, we must pry open their mouths!" Hebrew's anger suddenly burst out, "Their behind-the-scenes masterminds, no one can be let go, no matter who they are, all Find them all out for me!"
The director of the Family Affairs Bureau felt something in his heart and hurriedly answered: "Yes."
Hebrew's expression softened a little, and his tone became restrained. He said to the senior vassals present: "Until the master wakes up, please stay here. Do not leave without authorization. It is best not to contact the vassals without authorization."
The old gentlemen looked at each other, this was like being under house arrest, so they all turned to look at old Mr. Duran.
Old Mr. Duran was furious. David was in danger, but the chief of staff was still exerting power, and even pointed the finger at his own people. This was outrageous. He wiped away his tears and asked in a loud voice: "I can't go out or answer communications?"
"No!" Hebrew's voice deepened, and he interrupted him rudely without even looking at old Mr. Duran, "There are no exceptions for anyone!"
Old Mr. Duran, as David Duran's biological father and the patriarch of his late master's Duran family, had always been very respectful to Hebrews. Never before had he been so embarrassed that he could not stand down in public. Old Mr. Duran suddenly felt helpless, his lips trembled with anger, and he straightened his shoulders, ready to get angry when he stepped forward. The guards on both sides immediately raised their energy fields, and Hebrew stared at him with eyes like a torch. Old Mr. Duran looked at him sternly, hesitated for a moment, and then backed away.
The old gentlemen were extremely disappointed, and they all secretly cursed old Mr. Duran in their hearts as a softie - you are the master's biological father and you say you are afraid of the devil? !
Hebrew withdrew his gaze, his burning gaze once again swept over every high-ranking vassal present, and said coldly: "Anyone who violates this, regardless of the reason, no matter who he is, is tantamount to treason!"
The old gentlemen were all shocked.
"This is also for your sake."
Hebrews said this last thing, and then turned and entered David's hospital room. The high-ranking vassals who left the room full of people suddenly started talking like a pot exploding. The old gentlemen were very indignant. Those with noble status like them were the most loyal servants of their masters. How could they be treated with such humiliation?
However, in the end of the discussion, no one dared to speak out their objections, and no one dared to disobey orders and leave the room or even contact the outside world, not even the senior gentlemen with high status. Even the master's biological father, old Mr. Duran, shrank back. What idiot who can't figure it out dares to jump out and confront him?
The chief attendant said it very well - "This is all for your sake." The old gentlemen had also seen the video of the battle just now. The commanders behind it were undoubtedly the Acropolis nobles who owned the training camp, and unfortunately they were the kind of "Acropolis nobles who owned the training camp." Although there are countless nobles in the Acropolis, not all of them are vassals of their masters, and there is a high possibility of outsiders plotting against them. However, there are often more intrigues and intrigues within the family. Needless to say, everyone is under suspicion. The more distinguished the person, the greater the suspicion. Anyone who dares to object will be under suspicion.
Of course, the old gentlemen of the Acropolis nobles are all people of status, with noble character and high status. They may not take seriously the chief servant who took advantage of his master's unconsciousness and completely overrode his subordinates to commit chaos. If they really forced their way out, the guards guarding them may not really dare to kill them. It doesn't matter if he ran out, it's just that David can't wake up or his potential is damaged. If the master escapes from death and comes back to life, then don't think about coming back. It’s not rebellion but it’s rebellion. The crime of killing the Lord is not yours but yours. Everyone is worried that there is no scapegoat to shirk!
Therefore, in the end, all the high-level vassals honestly handed over their communicators to the attendants responsible for their house arrest.
Although they are under house arrest, life for the old gentlemen is actually not difficult. Wine and delicacies flowed out like water, and the male and female slaves served them meticulously. Those who wanted mistresses and courtesans could also bring them in. It was as if the unfinished New Year's dinner was simply moved to the spaceship. Gentlemen and Excellencies, you can stand when you want, sit when you want, eat when you want, and drink when you want. As long as you don't go out, you can smoke, drink, gather together to engage in their best conspiracies, fight, duel, dance, and courtship. It doesn't matter. If you feel tired, you can go to the nearby lounge to take a nap. Of course, the master is still in the ward with his life and death uncertain, so it would be foolish for the vassal to eat, drink, and have fun outside and take the slave girl to sleep. In fact, most people are just hanging on and eating a good meal in vain.
The patriarch of the Brick family, Wesson Brick, secretly winked at the patriarch of the Branden family, who was not far away from him, and then asked deliberately: "Does anyone want to smoke? It's really annoying to wait for news like this. Restless, may the God of the universe keep our master safe.”
Everyone around shook their heads and refused to go. "No appetite, can't smoke," they all said. "May the God of the universe keep our master safe."
"I will go with you, Lord Brick." The patriarch of the Branden family stood up and said, "None of the servants you are used to are here. Now you have to do everything by yourself."
So they walked together to a remote place in the corner of the room, next to the ventilation vent. One took out his pipe and the other took out his cigar. The patriarch of the Branden family trimmed the cigar with a delicate cigar cutter, lit it and took a puff. Then he couldn't help but ask immediately: "Do you think our people outside have taken any action?"
"Are you talking about our own people, those servants?" Crete said with a smile, "They must know to act immediately, but based on their status, they may not be able to kill Oliver."
The patriarch of the Branden family fell silent, so neither of them spoke. They knew very well that since the assassin fell into the hands of the Family Affairs Administration, it was only a matter of time before he confessed. The Tianlao is a place where steel and iron bones can turn into water. No superpower can withstand it. In the hands of the executioner, there is no mouth that cannot be pried open, and there is no confession that cannot be obtained. Gods have to bow their heads when encountering them, let alone these slaves who have been injected with chips since childhood and trained/trained by training camps to be as tame as dogs. For now, the only way to get them out of this matter is to kill and silence them.
"Helena does have the ability to kill Oliver." Critter suddenly said, but he soon became discouraged: "It's a pity that she definitely doesn't have the brain to think of killing Oliver. She only knows how to talk to her mistress I had a head-on confrontation, and ended up being scratched all over my face."
The more the patriarch of the Branden family thought about it, the more he felt that Crete's words were reasonable, and he said dejectedly: "Now I just hope that our servants will know how to find Helena. If they can find her in time, there is always a 70% chance that this will end - It should be 70%, right..."
Crete turned his head and saw the head of the Heidi family, Helena's father, among the crowd. He was also imprisoned here in Sleepy City like them. He couldn't help but sigh: "I'm afraid it would be good to have three achievements..."
Helena was surrounded by men sent by Hebrews, the chief attendant. Now any fool can see that the squire's feet are on the master's side. Heller, who was the only one who had free access to matchmaking before, was trapped here again. It might not be easy for their people to see Helena.
"Hey, Branden," Critter said suddenly after careful consideration, "If the matter is inevitably revealed, we will try to put all the blame on Heller and Joshk."
The patriarch of the Branden family was stunned for a moment, and then understood immediately. Heller is Helena's biological father. He has strong shoulders and can handle things best. Although the master's random attack caused a huge disaster this time, with Helena's desperate protection, the master would never really take her father's life. If the principal criminal was spared, there would be no reason for their accomplices to lose their lives.
As for Yoshk, he is a servant. Among the many servants of his master who are kings, his country is closest to Ogra. There were rumors at one time that the master might choose his country to join the world in order to use it as a bridgehead to seize all of Ogra. Therefore, he had the best motive to assassinate Emperor Ogra and his master's mistress. In fact, Joshk was indeed one of the participants in this incident, so he was the most suitable person to be thrown out as a scapegoat to protect everyone - how could such a serious crime as patricide be possible without bloodshed?
"That's it!" The patriarch of the Branden family said with excitement in his eyes, "Let's split up."
The patriarch of the Branden family left happily to find other accomplices to join forces. Crete took two puffs of cigarette, glanced at the closed door of David's ward with a complicated mood, and then walked slowly away.
