I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the luxurious private room, soft lights shone on everyone's faces. The nobles, including Aldrich, the owner of the arena, had different expressions. Dylan looked at the unruly Ulysses on the main seat, and his lips twitched. I want to speak, but I can't.

The corners of Presia's mouth next to her were slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. His eyes were very sharp, and his smile was not accompanied by sincerity. Even the gentle lighting could not add a touch of warmth to his smile, giving people the feeling that the man in front of him seemed to be sarcastic.

Ashbourne leaned on the chair, looking a little depressed. In his dull eyes were the shadows of Lord Angus with a false smile and Mr. Ulysses who still smiled. He knew Ulysses without thinking about it. What words were just spoken.

Sure enough, Mr. Ulysses favored the devil, but why? As an imperial advisor who is inferior to Str and more than 100 million people, why do you want to protect a devil? Ashbourne didn't understand, but in a flash he suddenly thought that the devil appeared in Clarklan and sent the extraordinary army to destroy the devil. The extraordinary army retreated and Angus was parasitized by the devil...

It turns out that all of this was in your plan. The previous month was just planning, and finally everything was revealed in this gladiator riot. And we don't even know whether the monster occupying the magpie's nest is a devil from hell... Axiburn laughed miserably. From what he saw, he really couldn't imagine what Mr. Ulysses was going to do.

Is there any point in such an action? Ashborn didn't see any interests behind this matter, and he couldn't figure out what kind of interests would allow Mr. Ulysses to let a monster occupy the body of a war noble with considerable merit! Even if you do such a thing, if it is exposed, even if you are now the imperial master, the little emperor's tutor cannot save you, right?

Ashborn looked at Ulysses with confusion and disbelief in his eyes. Such behavior can be called treason! But immediately, he figured out another thing. What if the matter wouldn't be exposed? What if all the war nobles present were controlled by this monster occupying the magpie's nest again? What if... they all died?

In this way, wouldn't the whole of Claclan fall into the hands of Mr. Ulysses? Ashborn laughed miserably. He thought that he could face the current situation calmly after being prepared before, but when he actually faced him, he panicked and didn't know how to deal with it. His mind was in a mess...

"Mr. Ashbourne, please don't panic. Although your words did make me angry for a moment, I will not punish you for it. After all, you are worried about Clarklan." Presia comforted Said, but Axiburn did not feel any comfort. He only felt that the monster in front of him was mocking him.

Ashborn regained his composure and looked directly at Presia. Just when he was about to speak, he noticed that the expression on Mr. Monster's face was stagnant, and then immediately returned to his previous hypocritical appearance.

He didn't doubt his eyes, and this monster would show such an expression, something must have happened...

Not only Ashbourne is paying attention to this change, but also Angus's friend Dylan. He curled his lips and said directly: "'Angus,' what happened? You showed such an expression just now." He deliberately emphasized the accent on his name. After being pointed out by Ashbourne, at this time he Only then did he realize that his friend had changed, and at the same time he did not believe what Ulysses said.

Prisya's mouth curled up slightly, he looked around, and then said with a smile: "Everyone, there are some little mice mixed into our city." He sensed that the small props he used to trade with the Demon of Change were paired with the aura of hell. The death of the transformed mutant individual had a glorious aura that disgusted him.

The nobles were stunned. Ashbourne, Dillon and a few nobles looked strange. To us, you can be considered a mouse...

"But don't worry, let's pay attention to the situation in the arena. Devitt is already exhausted." Prisya said, pointing to the projection of the magic props. At this time, the nobles finally broke away from the heavy atmosphere. , looked at the situation inside the field.

Then a heavier atmosphere ushered in the private room...

All I could see was that DeWitt and the gladiator were still fighting. However, Devitt's condition was not good. The nobles could see that the gladiator became more and more courageous as he fought, pressing down on Devitt like a ferocious beast.

"How could something like this happen..." a noble said in shock. This was not like this before. DeWitt had already used the magic of War Burning Blood. How could he be pressed down and beaten by that gladiator? Even if they can't be at the upper hand, they will at least be equal. They shouldn't be at a disadvantage now.

The other nobles also had the same idea, but the pessimistic Ashbourne thought more about the rioting gladiators led by the two war demons, the evil Klaklan garrison, the parasitic Lord of Angus, the monster suspected of being a devil, and the... Mr. Ulysses, whom he feels the strongest sense of oppression.

There are so many enemies... How can he survive... Axiburn is a little desperate. He has thought about cooperating with the "little mouse" in Angus's words, but he can't even escape the current predicament, let alone Not to mention the follow-up?

On the main seat, Ulysses observed everyone's performance. He was overly self-informed, causing him to be frightened by himself. Ashborn was one of his main observation targets. He really thought it was interesting. Ashbourne was usually a very proud nobleman, but because of his own words, he filled up so much content in his mind and was still too afraid to act.

This is so interesting. The corner of Ulysses' mouth curled up slightly. He felt that this appetizing dessert was not bad, and it was barely enough as a condiment before the climax of the drama.

Of course, it’s not just Ashburn, but also Dylan, who is full of anger. This anger that rises because of something unexpected happened to his friend is really interesting. But, he couldn't do anything, not even ask questions, he could only let the anger burn his heart.

And Aldrich, the arena boss who had more contact with him, was on pins and needles, not knowing what he was thinking...

Ulysses' desire to peer into the soul was ready to move. He could easily see through the minds of everyone present, but he did not do so or break the rules he had set for himself.