Chapter 32: If this is the case, it will be very good...

ps1: Five thousand words are given...

ps2: Thanks to the "Apostle-Serraine" for the ocean of children's shoes...

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"Leave the rest to me." Caesar dug his nose, "including letting those noble kings who have passed down golden blood for hundreds or thousands of years accept the fact that a farmer's daughter is on par with them... Oh, the eighth-level farmer's daughter."

"Make a fuss." Joan of Arc beat Caesar angrily, and then asked, "Is that enough?"

"Okay. If you want to do this today, Piping will put down his face and discuss. Of course, his statement is quite convincing, because anyone can see the signs of a war between the strong." Caesar said slowly, "Tomorrow, the palace council that has not been held for a long time will be restarted. The reason is that Piping's palace minister accepted the accusations of the nobles and explained what happened yesterday. However, this is a cover. On the court discussion, Piping will announce the arrival of the Saint. This is the time for you and the Zuo to appear. Everyone will help you control the field. Those nobles will definitely take their own guards who think they are strong, but in front of those women... hehehe."

The King of Heaven held his finger: "I have reported what happened here to the Temple of War. They seem to be numb to me constantly causing trouble. I believe other holy places think so too. In short, my plan has been recognized, and the people who negotiated with the Pope have reached a consensus with the other party. My plan has been further improved and it is estimated that it will be implemented simultaneously tomorrow."

"...You said it so simply, but it is a national event after all, will it be too..." Joan of Arc still hesitated.

"The strong are respected. You are both an eighth-level witch, and you have Li Huazhe, the guardian angel. In the name of the miracle of angel blessings, you should win people's hearts and take the title of righteousness. At least the entire king will listen to you." Caesar smiled, "But the future will depend on you. The so-called angel blessings cannot essentially change the problem. The Frankish dynasty has changed several times, and the conviction of civilians in the king has changed from prestige and blood to political achievements and talents. This is your opportunity. If a farmer's daughter can govern this chaotic country with prosperity, then no one will question your identity as a saint."

"Saint?" Joan of Arc murmured, and doubt flashed in her eyes.

"That's right, Saint." Caesar blinked, "The North will not interfere in the internal affairs of the Frank Kingdom, and the Temple of War will not support factions in the Frank Kingdom in a direct way. The kingdom is still among the 12 Kingdoms of Light. I think this kind of regression should be exchanged for the name of Saint given to the Pope. With this title, it should be more convenient for you to act."

"This..." Joan of Arc opened his eyes wide, "No, I can't let you sacrifice the interests of the North for me..."

"What are you saying? Your brain should really work well. This is a tacit agreement between the Temple of War and the Pope Hall. The North will not actually lose anything." Caesar shot Joan of Arc's forehead, looking like he was disappointed. "We have no interest in the territory of mankind. Only the cold and cold north can give birth to real northern men. The warm, comfortable, prosperous and beautiful south will cause strong souls to fall. This is why Burkeso only chose the North at that time."

"Then..." Joan of Arc looked at Caesar helplessly, "What does Frank need to pay?"

"First, the battlefield for training. Second, the channel for commercial trade." Caesar raised his finger, "You are so powerful now, but I will help you. It is your business to win over the hearts of the people and govern the nobles. But I will help you find a way to unify the country. If you support the economy and other aspects, the best way is to the eight major chaebols. Based on the principle of not flowing from outsiders, I am going to let the V family take over this big cake. Of course, based on the principle of checks and balances, the Pope Hall will also designate a chaebol... You don't have to worry about this, just throw a large piece of the interests of the aristocrats after being cleaned. With me, they dare not be too rampant. The connections, talent reserves and financial advantages accumulated by these ancient big families for thousands of years are your good help. If you deal with them well, I think these guys will also respect the eighth-level strong men."

The implication is that if they owed the ball, you just suck it hard. Anyway, you are in the eighth level and the ball is afraid of the ball.

"So what about the battlefield for training?" Joan of Arc said this, and seemed to have some bad premonition.

"I have been formed shortly after my Thunder Army was formed, and the limited slave hunting group and human robbers could no longer satisfy them, so they would enter the Frank as a mercenary to give the disobedient noble lords a long memory." Caesar was so murderous. "Those nobles can usually be called a huge force to maintain national stability and an important tool for the king to rule the country. So no matter how greedy and bad the kings are, the kings still cannot live without them - but at this time the country is in turmoil, and it is just the time to reshuffle the bloated broken thing, and make room for the later generations."

"No!" Joan of Arc shouted in disbelief, as if she had begun to think about the problem as a king.

"Why can't it work? They are just mercenaries and accept your employment to clean up the rioters for His Majesty." Caesar smiled.

"How can I guide foreigners to slaughter their own citizens!" shouted Joan of Arc.

"Oh? Then what are you going to do? Just as the eighth-level strongman, you will beat the enemies into scumbags alone, or do you play beheading and directly crack the nobles?" Caesar sneered, "Or, the king of the army plans to compromise in exchange for the aristocrats' recognition of you, and then take heavy chips to govern this broken country?"

"No!" Joan of Arc shouted, "but he would not let other countries' troops enter..."

"It's said that they are mercenaries!" Caesar's eyes turned cold, "Or do you think you are underestimating their orcs? I tell you that if there is a conflict between humans and orcs, you must stand on the side of orcs, because it must be humans who make the mistake - I will issue disciplines, and they will also use their lives to abide by these disciplines. If you don't protect them, I will ask Frank for an explanation."

"This is the problem. If I were the king, I would stand on the side of the subjects no matter what." Joan of Arc said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong. I think if it is you, I would have chosen the same approach."

"Then I will promulgate the law to provoke the orcs in any way, and kill the whole family!" Caesarm said, "Same as this, I will also tell my army to actively harm non-hostile Frank non-combatants in any way, and their clans will always be removed from the race genealogy. Do you dare to do this exchange? Orcs regard glory and blood more important than life. This punishment is many times more serious than killing the whole family. How about it, do you dare?"

"How can there be such an unregulated law?" Joan of Arc blushed.

"Yes! Because I said it, it is the iron law forged by thunder. What the king said is the law. Don't you understand?" Caesarm smiled and said, "You are no longer the witch of order presided over the judiciary. You are about to become the King of Frank, do you understand?"

The two people who were in the negotiations at the beginning had a tense smell.

"I don't want to discuss the way of kings with you. What you mean by mercenaries is no different from the garrison." Joan of Arc sighed.

"Is it very difficult? But things in the world are hard to satisfy, and you have no choice." Caesar whispered, "For mercenaries, training is the first reason, and the second reason... that is, let me, the brothers and uncles from the North, know that humans are still rescued. The relationship between orcs and humans has always been tense, and this may be the best way to open communication. If you refuse, on the day of the invasion of hell, the Thunder Legion will not go to a completely unfamiliar place to help. If Frank was in war, there would not be a soldier or a soldier in the North."

"There is a third reason, why not tell me?" Joan of Arc clenched his fists and said with a forced smile.

"That's the third thing. I want you to promulgate a law of blood. Humans bully each other and despise each other. I don't care. But another orc slave appears in the slave market in the Frank. Then all cooperation between the North and the Frank Kingdom will be terminated. If a city dares to sell, I will let the whole city go to the North and be the lowest slave." Caesar raised a finger, "In order to prevent dogs from jumping over the wall, I will not blackmail them. Each orc will be compensated for ten gold coins. I will let you go."

"..." Joan of Arc hesitated for a while, "This is not something that can be accomplished in a short while..."

"Is it difficult? Orcs also have precedents of attacking and plundering slaves, but with the order of this king, there is no war in this clan again. Why do orcs enforce orders? And you think it is as difficult as climbing to heaven? Is this king's reputation too high, or are the people in your Frank kingdom all a group of disgusting and despicable untouchables?" Caesar's eyes flashed with contempt, "Or you still have mercy, a group of innocent people's dignity and souls traded and exchanged their wisdom creatures as goods. Is this kind of guy worthy of your rescue?"

Joan of Arc stared at Caesar for a while, then turned his eyes out the window: "Do you know why I live in seclusion here with Zuo? Because this is my hometown. Although countless years have passed, things and people have changed dynasties, this land is still this land. Everything raised here is my compatriots, just as you love your hometown, I love it too."

The Witch of Order smiled back and said, "Even if the sin is extremely serious, even if you repent, you will have to accept the final judgment. However, facing death after realization is much better than being obsessed with it until death... I want to save everyone."

"Why are most of the people I meet like paranoid?" Caesar touched his head, and then his face slowly turned cold. "I originally thought that as a witch, you will remain neutral even if you don't help me with orc slaves. It seems that I'm wrong. No one can remain neutral on the premise of involving things he cherishes. I can't do it, nor can you."

"Believe me, we hate the slave trade more than you. I can promise you that I will solve it as soon as possible..." Joan of Arc said.

"No need." Caesar raised his hand to interrupt her, "You are a Frank, and you cannot take the interests of orcs as your first consideration. Then I will not believe in your absolute enthusiasm in this matter. If you delay for a day, they will suffer more. Sorry, I am a Nordic, and your fellow countrymen are worthless compared to my fellow countrymen."

"What do you want to do?" Joan of Arc was shocked. She had already heard Ningshi's murderous intent from Caesar's words.

"Don't worry, the men in the north are just right." Caesar's eyes were bright, "I will definitely do it if I promised to let you sit on the throne, but I will never give in to the orc slaves. If you don't agree, I will solve the problem of orc slaves."

"If this happens, I will not be able to agree to you." Joan of Arc said quietly.

Caesar was slightly stunned and then laughed. The laughter became louder and louder, and eventually turned into an unscrupulous and crazy laughter. The ridicule and sigh in the laughter made Joan of Arc feel even more uncomfortable: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny!"

"I laughed at you as if you were about to be king, and you haven't seen everything with the eyes of a ruler." A sharp light surged in Caesar's eyes, "Where is the Thunder Legion going, and when will you need your permission! You witches one by one, do you have such low IQ?"

"You talk nonsense! Anyway, your motives are too impure! Your army will not be like professional mercenaries!" shouted Joan of Arc. "If orc slaves are involved, they will definitely do something too much! No matter who is right or wrong, I am on the side of Frank."

"Their lives are a hundred times more important than your so-called subjects. Do you think I am free and I will send them here to fight your country? War means casualties. However, without the baptism of war, the Thunder Legion will always be a rookie army formed by a group of new recruits. They have a more important mission in the future, so this is the choice I must make!" Caesarm looked at Joan of Arc's eyes slowly: "The legion needs war... Whether you agree or not, there is no difference. The difference is just whether the legion's salary and spoils come from the reward of the Frank King or the army's own plunder, oh, by the way, and the severity of the revenge caused by the death of the robe."

"You are forcing me..." Joan of Arc trembled all over and whispered.

"No, this is just the worst choice. If you don't choose to hire, the V family can come forward, and even Archbishop Touram can come forward, so my army doesn't have to worry about being characterized as an invader." Caesar said slowly, "Whether it is uninfringement or the wind passes through the border, it doesn't depend on my orders, it depends on your will."

"You worked hard to persuade me to be king and worked hard for this, just to force me at this time?" Joan of Arc was silent for a long time and whispered.

"Yes, if you have to think so." Caesar shrugged.

"Get out." Joan of Arc said coldly, turning his head aside.

"What a courage, I will double the military expenses for you." Caesar turned around, "If you don't give it, I'll let them rob it yourself."

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"I must admit that the last sentence made me laugh." Pandora's voice sounded from the side. The two of them did not deliberately block the voice. With Pandora's ability, they could naturally hear it. "It has become a child's fighting spirit."

The girls were resting and shopping. Pandora was probably the only one in the living room. In fact, there were not many girls who heard the two of them talking, but they had the courage to talk to Caesar and knew how to enlighten each other, probably only one was Pandora.

"I'm just a little depressed." Caesar lay on his back on the sofa. "I speak in the north, and say whatever I say. No matter how rebellious the man is, he must be honest. But when he leaves the north, he meets a group of disobedient girls. Even if he is well-behaved and obedient, he will always make you busy at critical moments and do something that makes people feel troubled."

"You can't say that." Pandora closed her long skirt and sat beside Caesar. "Everyone has their own persistence. The reason why people in the North can gather around you is because your path is the path of all of them, and each of these girls has their own persistence. This is also their cuteness, right?"

"So what is Pandora's insistence?"

"Of course, you'll feel all the beauty of this world well in your lifetime." Pandora blinked, "and then you'll find an opportunity to repay Li Huazu's favor, but the most important thing is to see behind you, what kind of height you can reach."

"Oh." Caesar nodded in a vague way.

"Actually, everything was for her just now." Pandora whispered.

"It's almost the same, but the orcs are more important." Caesar sighed, "But I can't deny it. I can't even pass this level and will not compromise. How can I face those cunning nobles like foxes and those vampire-like thorns? I just give her some warning."

"She will understand, so don't be depressed." Pandora comforted.

"No depression, let's talk about it, it's okay if she thinks of me, I don't care." Caesar closed his eyes.

"Lying... You are indeed jealous, so if you say it, just say it if you like it, it will definitely be OK."

"What if you like it? Will you marry her? Come on." Caesar shook his head, "It's a boring thing."

"You are so nice to her." Pandora sighed, "I'm a little envious."

"If Pandora needs it, I will help you with all my strength." Caesar broke away and looked at Pandora with a solemn look.

"Uh..." Pandora was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "His Majesty the Heavenly King, has anyone told you not to share your tenderness with everyone equally?"

"Why not? There are some things, why don't you tell me?" said Caesar.

"Oh..." Pandora sighed helplessly, "I didn't say it, I didn't say it..."

Caesar wasn't talking, looking at the ceiling, and fell into silence. In fact, this would be great, right? Joan of Arc...
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