Life of the Emperor Chapter 23

The crumpled parchment ball rolled outside the door and was then hidden by the corner of the wall, completely out of sight.

Samuel Osvid sat at his desk and rubbed his temples hard. The little bit of energy he had just regained was gone again. Long-term lack of sleep made him feel deeply irritated, mixed with an indescribable fatigue and mental numbness. It seemed that no matter how big the problem was, he had no interest in dealing with it.

The White Eagle was a man who knew what was happening. It felt that the man in front of it was surrounded by a layer of low pressure, who might tear anyone to pieces at any time. So after completing the task of delivering the letter, it rolled off the table and lay on the ground with its arms and legs spread out to catch its breath.

When people are extremely tired, their thoughts are always jumping and erratic. Samuel Osvid leaned his head, flipped through two pages of the military newspaper in front of him, and looked out the window at the still dark night. Somehow he suddenly thought of the Parsons Manor in the past.

A few fragmented scenes flashed by, and the sleepiness came back again---