"Don't you go and take a shower?" Caesar said lightly, "Don't worry, I'll give you a wind."

"I believe you have a ghost." Joan of Arc curled his lips, "Where did the duck come from?"

"Don't worry, it's a wild duck, it didn't touch anything from your house." Caesar was sitting in front of the fire and roasting a few ducks. Two puppies were squatting beside him, staring at the roast duck with their tongues, and arching Caesar flatteringly, he had regarded the king as his new owner. The bread and salt pot were brought from the kitchen of Joan of Arc's house. The golden and fragrant bread was dipped in coarse salt and quickly applied to the golden duck. The salt penetrated into the duck under the power of the flames.

The roasted duck oil also entered the bread, causing the bread to seep out of the duck

Caesar handed the bread to Joan of Arc, "There is still a stew in the pot over there. Because the one that was first to be refined, it's probably better to see if you can do nothing, try that first."

"Uh...thank you." Joan of Arc was at a loss, but finally took it. She put her skirt together and made it openly next to Caesar, "Have you been waiting here for a long time?"

"...I always ask some boring words." Caesar shook his head, "Don't go out so recklessly next time. The demons are looking for you everywhere. You are in a bad state now. If something happens, it will cause headaches for many people."

"... Sorry, I won't be there next time." Joan of Arc originally wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything to him, so he had to lower his head and apologize slightly. Caesar took out a knife and cut off a duck.

ou, put it to his mouth and tasted it, and showed a happy expression. Joan of Arc had already gotten up to take care of the soup stewed in the pot. The king shrugged and cut off a few more beautiful ducks.

ou, fed it to two puppies who had already stood up and visited frequently.

"Well, the heat just happened, I didn't expect your skills were good." Joan of Arc filled two soup bowls with thick soup and turned around and smiled.

"I have never been spoiled by the Northerners, and I have to learn everything." Caesar smiled slightly, "I can do these things too."

The two started eating with bread. The night gradually fell. The light of extinction illuminated Joan of Arc's beautiful face, and there was also chatting. It was mainly because Joan of Arc talked about the big and small things that happened recently. As Caesar expected, there was an undercurrent undercurrent underneath the still plain surface. Joan of Arc obviously also discovered this problem and was worried here, "The regime must have changed... In this way, many people will suffer, and the injured will always be innocent."

Caesar suddenly looked up, not knowing whether it was a joke or a serious matter, “Or, I will praise you as the Frank NV king.”

Then, his head was gently chopped with a knife, "No, I can't do that position."

"What can't be done? Now this country has become corrupt and will inevitably face a new round of reshuffle. Although the deep-rooted vested interests will become a huge obstacle, with the support of the Holy Land, these are not problems." Caesar looked at Joan of Arc, "Whoever is also doing it is better to find someone that satisfies me."

"What can a shepherd NV do? The supporter of the holy land? The puppet of the king?" Joan of Arc drank the soup in the bowl and mocked him without raising his head, "Is this also your purpose in Frank?"

"It's just a temporary idea. I'm not so idle. The task given to me is to visit the Six Holy Lands one by one and think about how to be the future leader of the North. My plan is to find c.c, and I did not give my thoughts to your country's rest." Caesar's eyebrows raised and tit-for-tat, "If the situation continues as usual, then this country will experience a very normal change of power and reincarnation. The superiors are above and the subordinates are below, and the innocent weak people die during this period, because you know who you know."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Joan of Arc finally looked up.

"If you want to do it, I will help you. The military power is not enough. The Temple of War can directly intervene secretly. The power of the nobles and merchants is too huge. The power of the eight major chaebols can help you smear them. All you need to do is to awaken the soul of this country. Do you understand now?" Caesar's voice was filled with murderous intent, "Everything will be concessions to the Lunar Eclipse War. Anyone who dares to make profits from it will definitely die miserably. If you think about this country, you should stand up. If the order demon NV is very competent for this job."

"What can I do?" Joan of Arc sighed softly, "A... a demon who has been missing for thousands of years."

"Is that so? Sorry, it seems that every magic nv has its own story. It's because I'm too impatient." Caesar shrugged, "You seem to have some incompleteness that you are unwilling to face or cannot face. No, you and the pianist are..."

Joan of Arc remained silent, and Caesar stopped talking. The two of them ate silently, and finally threw the broken bone soup aside. Caesar lay down to the sky, looked at the galaxy in the sky, silently fell into deep thought.

The demons of hell came to find Joan of Arc, Kuchullin and others probably came to find Joan of Arc, and they also came to find Joan of Arc... Almost all the spearheads were pointed at Joan of Arc, and there must be some secrets that attracted snoops, but Joan of Arc said he didn't know, was she intentionally concealed or really didn't know? The mysterious pianist, the inexplicable magic directory, what is the connection between these? Unfortunately, strategy and thinking are not what he is good at, or the strangeness of this matter is beyond imagination.

Joan of Arc's sigh interrupted his thoughts, "When will this meaningless fight be over?"

"Until this lunar eclipse war, the demons who had fathers butts but were chased back to hell with their ass."

"Even if you defeat the foreign enemy, the greed and horror in the hearts of human beings will never stop, and the battle will continue forever..." Joan of Arc sighed softly. From beginning to end, the biggest enemy of human beings has never been heaven or hell.

"That's all my business." Caesar turned over, "Who can you blame me for your own death?"

"Yes, you are such a guy, you only save what you are willing to save. For other people, you have no interest in redemption... But the demons and nvs believe that the desire for beauty and equality in the human soul will never disappear..." Joan of Arc said sadly, "And the reason for your protection is only derived from the cherishment and desire in the heart. For those who you think are not worth saving, you are the embodiment of darkness and the machine of killing. One day, we will be farther and farther away... Because I only want to live an ordinary life with that child now, there is no order demon, only an ordinary nv person... Hello, do you understand nv people?"

She fed her and Caesar seemed to be silent. When she looked back, the moonlight shone on his face. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly and soothingly, and was already asleep.
Chapter completed!