Chapter 183

Sampo mocked himself.

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

He had already accepted the situation that he had entered a den of thieves, and was about to be taken by Dr. Bright, who had major issues, to meet the French Emperor—

Fernand—who also certainly had major issues.

Sampo was no longer struggling with whether there was a conspiracy by Dr. Bright hidden behind this, or whether he could retreat 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 traveling merchant who has traveled the world, and now I have come to have an audience with the great Emperor?"

Sampo was already in character.

Regarding this, Dr. Bright was very satisfied.

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 in greeting:

"Of course, Count Bright."

If there was one shortcoming, it was that Sampo's attire at this moment 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, instruct the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

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

"Don't forget those French delicacies and sweet drinks you mentioned."

Dr. Bright smiled:

"Of course, anyway, there aren't many people 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's walls, turned left and right, and arrived in front of the room labeled—

【SCP-082】.

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

In stark contrast to this was the room's exquisite double doors.

They were made of 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.

Before his eyes, there was not only warm sunshine but also blooming flowers and lush green plants.

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

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

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

On both sides of the road stood guards in bright clothing.

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

Waiting in place for a dozen seconds, Sampo heard the sound of orders being passed down again and again, from inside the palace to the outside.

"Summon the merchant, Sampo, for an audience with His Majesty the Emperor—"

"Summon the merchant, Sampo, for an audience with His Majesty the Emperor—"

"……"

Subsequently, Sampo stepped on the red carpet, entered the magnificent palace, and met His Majesty Fernand.

However, this Majesty's appearance, which looked like a human, really gave Sampo a little shock.

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

Fernand, sitting at the head of the long table, had dark skin, facial hair like pig bristles, a slightly pointed bald head, a large and 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.

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

To be honest.

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

Seeing Sampo enter, the 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 Chancellor, 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 across the entire European continent."

"Therefore, I specially grant you the honor of sharing breakfast with me and the Chancellor."

As Fernand's voice fell.

Maids in classical yet bold clothing brought desserts, fruits, cream soup, mashed potatoes, and other items one by one and placed them in front of them.

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

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

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

……

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

The audience forgot about Dr. Bright one after another.

They began to discuss the delicacies in the picture and the luxury of the court.

"I also want to become an SCP; may I ask if there are any paths to take?"

"Don't know, I'm also researching."

"You say, if I make myself uglier than Fernand, is there a possibility of being caught by the Foundation?"

"I don't think so, and I'm still puzzled by one question: how can Dr. Bright afford to support so many people? Does the Administrator have to supplement 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 the notoriety of being a cannibal, wouldn't it be better to execute him directly?"

"Not clear, perhaps Dr. Bright has a better solution?"

……

And in the picture.

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

The sweet aroma 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 that last sentence Dr. Bright said mean…

Sampo pondered secretly.

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

But he subsequently noticed that everyone here, except for him and Fernand, had a slightly glowing and dimming ring at their temples.

What is this?

Before Sampo could think, he heard a loud voice:

"French Empire, Chancellor, Count Bright arrives."

Sampo put down his knife and fork and looked at the Imperial Chancellor with Fernand.

He saw Dr. Bright dressed in a set of court clothing, adorned with complex ruffles and lace, also paired with loose breeches and a pair of high-end-looking long 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."

Subsequently, he sat beside Fernand, chatting and eating with him.

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

Fernand suddenly went mad.