Chapter 101

Sampo mocked himself.

When he came from the surface to the underground, his mood had already entered a stable state.

He had accepted the situation that he had entered a thief’s den, and was about to be Actions Actions Taken by Dr. Bright, who had big problems, to see the French Emperor—

Fernand—who also definitely had big problems.

Sampo was no longer struggling with whether there was a conspiracy behind Dr. Bright, or whether he could escape unscathed.

When he was forced to be involved in a performance, what he should do was to wholeheartedly integrate into the current identity, play this role well, and enjoy the current pleasure.

In other words.

“…So, my identity is a merchant who has traveled the world, and now I have come to see the great Emperor?”

Sampo was already in character.

Dr. Bright was very satisfied with this.

But he still exhorted:

“Remember, although His Majesty the Emperor is mentally unstable from time to time, he can identify obvious lies.”

“Do you remember my identity?”

Sampo stopped, pressed his left hand to his right chest, bowed slightly, and nodded:

“Of course, Count Bright.”

If there was one shortcoming, it was that Sampo’s attire at this time wasn’t very solemn.

But such attire had more of an exotic style, which could prove that Sampo was a merchant traveling all over the world.

Dr. Bright was even more satisfied; he clapped his hands excitedly:

“Excellent. Then I’ll go change my clothes, and by the way, tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast.”

Watching Dr. Bright’s departing back, Sampo reiterated his requirements for food again:

“Don’t forget the French delicacies and sweet water you mentioned.”

Dr. Bright smiled:

“Of course, anyway, there’s no one else at this site.”

After saying this somewhat inexplicable sentence, his figure disappeared around the corner.

Next, Sampo tidied up his clothes again, followed the signs on the Foundation wall, turned left and right, and arrived in front of the room marked—

[SCP-082].

The wall next to it was a bit old, and even the wall skin had partially peeled off, revealing the structure behind it.

In stark contrast to this was the room’s exquisite double door.

It was red solid wood, paired with brass handles, and looked expensive at a glance.

After confirming his identity with the guards at the door, Sampo walked inside.

As soon as he entered, Sampo was shocked by the scene before him.

In front of him, there was not only warm sunshine but also blooming flowers and lush plants.

When had he, Sampo, ever seen such a scene in Belobog?

Even more outrageous was the palace standing in the center, which had a large amount of glass decoration, looking magnificent.

And on the ground, there were neatly cut white and black stone tiles everywhere, and a beautiful red carpet led from his feet to the depths of the palace.

On both sides of the road stood brightly dressed guards.

In that instant, Sampo really thought he had traveled through time and space, came to another world, and witnessed another piece of history.

Waiting on the spot for more than ten seconds, Sampo heard the sound of orders ringing out one after another, transmitted from inside the palace to the outside.

“Summon the merchant, Sampo, to see His Majesty the Emperor—”

“Summon the merchant, Sampo, to see His Majesty the Emperor—”

“……”

Afterward, Sampo stepped on the red carpet, entered the magnificent palace, and saw His Majesty Fernand.

It’s just that this Majesty’s appearance, which looked like a human, really gave Sampo a little shock.

Can this really be explained just by having a strange disease?

Fernand, sitting at the head of the long table, had dark skin, facial hair like hog bristles, a slightly pointed bald head, a large round jaw, a bulbous nose, and sunken pitch-black eyes.

Although he wore a crown made of gold and gems and was dressed in an expensive military uniform.

But Sampo only felt that a monster was sitting there, not some Emperor of the French Empire.

To be honest.

Even if Cocolia, Bronya, or Gepard were sitting there, they would be more pleasing to the eye than this guy.

Seeing Sampo enter, this Emperor showed a very friendly and leisurely smile.

He opened his mouth, revealing sharp and pointed teeth, and said with a smile:

“Merchant from afar—Sampo.”

“My Prime Minister, Count Bright, has already introduced your identity and your purpose to me.”

“I am very happy that the fame of ‘French Emperor Fernand I’ is being praised throughout the European continent.”

“Therefore, I specially grant you the honor of sharing breakfast with me and the Prime Minister.”

As Fernand’s voice fell.

Maids dressed in classical and bold clothes brought desserts, fruits, cream soup, mashed potatoes, and other things one by one and placed them in front of them.

The servants on the side were preparing red wine and tea.

Sampo couldn’t help but click his tongue secretly when he saw those elegant bone china tableware and silver cutlery.

At the same time, he asked himself if his requirements for breakfast were too low.

……

Facing such a luxurious palace, a sumptuous breakfast, and expensive tableware.

The audience forgot about Dr. Bright.

They began to discuss the food in the picture and the luxury of the palace.

“I also want to become an SCP. Is there any way to do that?”

“Don’t know, I’m studying it too.”

“Do you think if you make yourself uglier than Fernand, is there a possibility of being caught by the Foundation?”

“I don’t think so, and I’m still wondering about one question: how does Dr. Bright afford to support so many people? Does the Administrator have to replenish supplies here from time to time?”

“Yes, logically speaking, Fernand doesn’t know that the Foundation invests such extensive financial and material resources. Since he doesn’t have immortality and has a notorious reputation for cannibalism, wouldn’t it be better to execute him directly?”

“Not sure, maybe Dr. Bright has a better solution?”

……

And in the picture.

Seeing that Fernand had already started using his knife and fork, Sampo also began to enjoy this big meal.

The sweet scent and mellow taste stimulated his sense of smell and taste, making him immerse himself in this breakfast.

Is Fernand really an Emperor? What exactly did Dr. Bright mean by that last sentence…

Sampo pondered secretly.

Then, he looked up along a flash of white and greasy skin in front of him and saw a maid like a fairy setting the table for him.

But he then noticed that everyone here, except for him and Fernand, had a ring that glowed slightly and then dimmed at their temples.

What is this?

Before Sampo could think, he heard a loud voice:

“French Empire, Prime Minister, Count Bright is here.”

Sampo put down his knife and fork and looked at the Prime Minister of the Empire with Fernand.

He saw Dr. Bright wearing a set of court clothes, decorated with complex ruffles and lace edges, and also equipped with loose breeches and a pair of high-looking boots.

Everything highlighted the nobility of his status and the luxury of the court.

Sampo noticed that he was no longer wearing that “Lucky Charm.”

Dr. Bright bowed to Fernand and greeted:

“Good day, Your Majesty.”

Afterward, he sat beside Fernand and chatted with him while eating.

Just when Sampo thought this breakfast would be incomparably peaceful and harmonious.

Fernand suddenly went crazy.