"After you say this, I always feel that Gurefia and my brother..." Leas was stunned and smiled bitterly.

"Is it your brother and the sister-in-law who is your wife who is on vacation for the maid during work?" Sakiya Suki raised his fingers with a serious and serious look on his face. "I am forgiving that the maid's identity is sacred and unique, especially when he meets a master who is enough to be loyal to his life, that is to stick to his life's promise. Miss Gurefia... is not qualified."

"Miss Sixteen Nights said this, it's wrong." Akaino Himejima put down the teacup and smiled faintly, "Do you want to serve His Majesty as a maid in your life? Don't you want to develop something further? For example..."

"However, as a maid, it is a supreme honor to assist his master step by step to the peak." Sixteen Sakiyo admitted happily, "As for a mere name... the master is definitely not a kind person, and Sakiyo is not an incompetent person - I personally think that 'The maid of Emperor Caesar' and 'One of the wife of Emperor Caesar' are better."

Uh... everyone was choked. At this moment, Sakiya's image in their hearts continued to rise. This wolf ambition... Uh no, it was foresight, and it was based on a very understanding of the master to look forward to the future.

"If there is nothing else, please forgive me for losing my companionship. The master has ordered me to take care of the new pianist. Dangers may occur at any time in the past few days, so please be vigilant." Sakiya bowed and then floated upstairs.

Watching the maid's back gradually disappear, Akano Himejima burst into laughter: "A funny maid..."

"It's better to be the most special one than to be, but despite this, it is based on absolute confidence in oneself and absolute trust in one's master." Tacheng Baiyin still had a expressionless face, "That man... does have a temperament that makes people unable to help but trust, but being obsessed with this level is too eccentric."

"Haha..." Leas shook his head and smiled, then turned to look at Azuna, "That pianist lady... makes me feel uncomfortable. Do you feel it? But it doesn't look like any strength, it's a bit strange."

"You also feel it?" The demon who is proficient in the power of thunder looked at his master. She was the leader of her relatives and a conspirator in this small group. "But she is the guy Caesar wants to protect. Meaningless temptations will cause regrets. Our current identity is just a temporary ally who is in chaos, and the purpose of staying here without returning to hell... First, to retaliate against their previous attacks, and second, to take the opportunity to make friends with Caesar, the latter is the top priority."

"Yes, it's so lucky to meet the future God of War this time. As of now, Caesar is the best choice to solve your predicament." Baiyin of Tacheng also interjected appropriately, "Even if the engagement cannot be reached, it will be a great achievement to make friends with the Thunder King before other families. If Caesar can be persuaded to exercise properly, even the head of the family will not force you too much."

"Okay, okay... I get it!" Leas stamped his feet, "I'm just talking, I'm scared to you... the secret that the pianist lady might have hidden is too luxurious for us now."

The eldest lady of the Jimmonri family sighed meaningfully, and Akano Himejima put his hand on her shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry... the meaning of family members is to assist the master. With us here, no one can force you to do anything."

Leas nodded silently and said softly: "I really don't want to go back..."

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"The devils are so quiet that it is scary. Relatively speaking, this country is getting more and more chaotic." Caesar and Joan of Arc walked among the mountains. Looking down at the foot of Wang Mountain, there were still people who were still bent on the foot of the mountain, just to listen to a song by the pianist - the strange things in the past few days could not stop their enthusiasm. They were all kinds of people, and everyone exuded an aura of anxiety and hope.

Joan of Arc did not speak, and Caesar sighed: "In a daze, what they were waiting for is not the piano player's repertoire, but something that would make them happy - it is obvious that a piano piece cannot be done, but you can give it."

Joan of Arc was still silent, and Caesar shrugged and was too lazy to continue to say - everything he should have said has been said, and the next thing he will see is how Joan of Arc's heart decides, whether it is a vigorous dynasty change or an alternating power with the wind and drizzle, it depends on her.

"By the way, Caesar." Joan of Arc asked quickly, "If the demons... use this muddy water..."

"Minos... Star puppet line!" Caesar suddenly woke up, "It is possible that you say so. If the demons see the chaos here and use it to do so, they can not only disrupt the chaos, but also use the power of the country..."

Both of them were not stupid, and they thought of the worst situation in an instant, but in terms of killing and decisive decisions, Joan of Arc, who had been letting go of sheep for twelve years, was obviously caught off guard. Caesar pressed her shoulder and shouted: "Don't panic first... Frank is also one of the twelve kingdoms of light. The king capital always has a cardinal archbishop, and the devils dare not be too presumptuous! Although the recent iron-blooded methods of the Pope Hall are mainly aimed at the three northern countries, and other countries still implement the policy of inaction, when the situation is abnormal, the bishop's guard is not easy to deal with... If the cardinal is really provoked, they will all be dead!"

"Then why didn't you ask someone for help earlier?" Joan of Arc shouted in a low voice.

Caesar rolled his eyes and gently flicked her head: "You are so confused about herding sheep. I am not a game. I ask for help in everything without relying on my own strength, but I will be ridiculed by the old man until I die!"

"So what should we do now?" Joan of Arc became proactive in asking Caesar about his thoughts. Although Caesar was a little proud of this, he was still amused and crying. "I said you, at least you have thousands of years of experience! Do you have no experience or ideas about handling these matters? What can you do if I am not by your side in the future?"

"I am the witch of order... the law that governs order. The twelve legendary high-level witches in the night of Witches are divided into authority, mystery and everything, each with its own strengths and duties. For example, c.c is the fate of the mysterious side, while Bernita is the dark side, so it is good to be a ** official, but it is not appropriate to be a king!" Joan of Ord glanced at Caesar strangely, "In fact, the twelve of us are subordinates who assisted the witch king. The arbitration witch represents the scepter of administration, the war witch represents the military war sword, the golden witch represents the economic hourglass, and the witch of order represents the balance of justice, so I have no experience in governing the country..."

"Who said that being a king must be good at everything? The so-called king wants to make the country prosperous, his task is to recruit talents with superior abilities in all aspects into his cabinet, so that they can exercise the power of governing the country to play their value." Caesar pointed Joan of Arc's nose, "If the witch king can do anything, what do you want?"

"So if the state power is lost, will it not lead to the undermining of the royal power and the loss of royal majesty?" A light flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, but he was troubled by new problems. "Let the ministers go down to do everything, what will the king do?"

"It's obvious." Caesar looked at Joan of Arc and smiled slightly. "What the whole country, whether it is a cabinet that exercises state power or an ordinary civilian living, should do is to make them dare not forget it at all times and engrave it in their hearts, so that they know who is the real master of this country..."

"Tyrant." Joan of Arc muttered, and then caused Caesar's laughter. The king hugged her neck hard and rubbed his face against Joan of Arc's face a few times: "What's wrong with the tyrant? What's the tyrant from this? Whether it's a barbarian or an orc in the north, they all know who their boss is. In such an environment, who would have bad intentions?"

The king of the North made the following assertion confidently without any worries or hesitation.

"Okay, okay, I know you have great ability." Joan of Arc helped to break away from Caesar's grapple, "Okay, His Majesty the Unparalleled Thunder King, please arrange a battle strategy. Do we need to go to the palace to investigate?"

"Of course not good. If we act rashly, we can't prove anything. If Minos uses the star puppet line to control King Frank and ask him to order troops against us, wouldn't that be very troublesome? He also startled the snake." Caesar shook his head, "But if the Cardinal took the Bishop's Guard together, then advance can attack and retreat, but that is the last choice."

"You said so much...it doesn't make any sense." Joan of Arc couldn't help but tear Caesar's station.

"Just listen carefully." Caesar patted Joan of Arc's head, "I asked Sakiya to check the century-old history of the Melovin dynasty of the Frank Kingdom... King Clovie had some skills before, suppressing the powerful and nobles internally, quarreling with the surrounding countries outside, and having to rely on the advantages of the Seven Holy Land... Finally, before death, the chaotic kingdom gradually put on the right track... But unfortunately, he died. This situation created by this unscrupulous guy sacrificed everything and was defeated in his son for more than ten years."

"Lag King... We have also heard of this name. King Croatel was not capable, and he did not like government affairs. His ability to ascend the throne was completely a pragmatic plan. After all, a foolish and incompetent monarch was more in their interests." Joan of Arc obviously had a more say in the recent situation in the Frank Kingdom. "The next thing was a stupid internal struggle. In order not to give other countries or even the Seven Holy Lands to intervene, everyone worked together to maintain the surface peace of the country, but the battle below never stopped. The strength of the nobles in various places with the power of feudal division as the core, and the palace cabinet with centralization as the interests..."

"So, the situation is obvious. King Croatel is the most powerful and threatening person who is addicted to pleasure all day long. However, the king is still the supreme leader of the Frank kingdom. Even if he is just a puppet, it is recognized by the people." Caesar raised his finger, "However, the so-called reputation cannot be transformed into power in this situation... People's hearts are easy to change, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and there is no reason to make them angry... Do you think the demons attack the king?"

"You mean..." Joan of Arc's face changed.

"Yes... we can continue to analyze next. The two largest political forces are central institutions led by the Prime Minister, and interest groups led by the Great Noble. The Great Nobles are alliances, without absolute leaders, only relative checks and balances, so the efficiency is not good." Caesar sneered, "Compared with the nobles, the cabinet power is very concentrated, thanks to their charismatic leader - the short Pippin..."

"What you mean is that if the demons want to control the real power figures in the capital, the greatest possibility is the palace prime minister Piping?" Joan of Arc thought for a while and showed his original appearance, but when he saw her like this, Caesar sighed.

"...Hey, I'll say." Caesar pressed Joan of Arc's head and pressed hard. "These are simple and easy-to-understand truths. They can only draw conclusions with general and multi-faceted information. Why can all the barbarians see it, but you can only wait for my analysis? Your head is rusted too much, or do you have something else in your mind?"

"Ah...I..." Joan of Arc was a little stunned, revealing a look of loss.

"Is it because of the pianist?" Caesar asked knowingly, but sometimes some things had to be asked, "It's time to tell me about her... what happened back then, the hidden wounds left on your soul, why did you meet, why did the witches live in seclusion here, and... what missions are the witches carrying."

Every time he asked a question, Joan of Arc would tremble gently, and Caesar's gentle voice hit her heart like a heavy hammer, making her overwhelmed but had nowhere to hide.

"...Forget it, the war is imminent, I will not affect your mood." Caesar sighed, "I didn't consider this sudden situation before, but it should be remedy now... No, the situation has not affected my tactical arrangements yet. Let's clean up the family's affairs, feed your dog, chicken, sheep, everything in advance, prepare the meal, and then go to the royal city. If there is a surprise change, then catch them off guard."

As they spoke, they had already rushed backward. The dragon and lion had another important task and had no mounts to carry on, but the two were also extremely fast. Soon they saw Joan of Arc's farmhouse and... the people lying on the ground.

"Not good..." Caesar jumped up and jumped over quickly. The two puppies were circling around the people on the ground, making a whimpering sound. After seeing Caesar, the two puppies shook their tails together.

"Hey!" Caesar took out a large bottle of life potion from his portable space and poured it into Bazet's mouth. The purple-red-haired big sister was covered in blood. The hideous wound almost occupied half of her body, with the left hand as the most. However, the super healing potion produced in Hell was not an ordinary product. Caesar poured it down like he didn't want money... It seemed that he couldn't die.

"Ku...Kuchulin..." Even though he was almost dying, Bazette's hand was still astonishingly strong. Caesar held her hand tightly: "Don't worry... I'll save her now, you can recover carefully."

He looked up at Joan of Arc: "You take her to my house, where there is a guy who is proficient in healing power. The potion can only replenish the potential of life, and it is better to heal quickly. If you have the address... I will let the dragon and lion guide you, anywhere in the future!"

"But that... might be a trap." Joan of Arc hesitated, and even she could see that Bazette was deliberately letting go by the enemy.

"It's okay... If the trap is a trap, only absolute power can work, and it can also become an excellent opportunity to counterattack the enemy." Caesar stood up, "—and it is also an opportunity to counterattack."
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