Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"That, that is..."

Her Majesty's words made Charlotte's face turn red, and Roja twitched her mouth in embarrassment. Seeing this, Isabella said seriously:

"I know you two will feel embarrassed about these things at your age, but Sophia's golden soul is indeed the best solution I can think of."

"Charlotte, Roja's current situation is very serious. If it is not handled well, it will be life-threatening, and if it is light, it will be difficult to gain an inch of supernatural power. I am not joking with you."

"For the next period of time, at least until the injury heals, you must always be by his side. This is your responsibility as a wife!"

"!"

Isabella's exhortation was sincere, but she didn't know that she had unintentionally hit some of the softest parts of the young lady's heart.

"Wife, wife..."

The brown-red haired girl widened her emerald eyes, and repeated the word with trembling lips. The young miss's mind went blank the moment she heard the word, and she didn't regain consciousness until a few seconds later. With that comes a strong sense of responsibility.

Wait, wait, why are you still in the show?

Roja looked at Charlotte, who seemed to be a virtuous wife under Isabella's few words, stunned, and found that something was wrong. He wanted to intervene in the conversation between the two to prevent the development of the situation, but was quickly met with the merciless Queen. block.

"Roja, you are a patient now, and the patient has no right to speak."

Isabella waved her hand, easily ignoring the boy's opinion, so under Roja's dull gaze, Her Lady Queen drove all the way, leading Charlotte's topic to a fast pace.

"Charlotte, when are you going to get married when you go back?"

"Hey? Jie, it will take a while to get married, our age..."

"Indeed, your age is still a bit young."

Isabella sighed, looking at Roja's serious injury, she was very sad. In this era, Roja's injury is not easy to deal with. Once it gets worse, there is a high probability that he will die young. Even she can't guarantee it. It must be cured.

Glancing at Charlotte, who was full of worry, and recalling the shocking group of butterflies on the sea, Isabella sighed heavily. In theory, a genius of the race like Charlotte should never marry such a She is the kind of person who will die of illness at any time, but Roja makes her like it very much, not to mention Charlotte's affectionate love.

[Loyalty] If the source quality is deeply affectionate, it is basically hopeless, and it is useless to waste more words.

In desperation, Isabella could only consider it from another angle, and after pondering for a moment, the hearty Her Majesty the Queen said directly.

"Charlotte, Roja is very dangerous right now, and I'm afraid the worst...so for your future, the wedding date has to be brought forward as soon as possible, just leave the details to me, and I will discuss it with Vincent. "

"Huh? The wedding date is brought forward?"

"Yes, just to be on the safe side, you get married immediately after you go back, Charlotte, you have to get pregnant as soon as possible, this is what you must do for your future happiness and Roja's blood, do you understand?"

Isabella stared seriously at the girl whose head was about to smoke in front of her, and her tone was unquestionable. Seeing this, Charlotte could only stammer an answer.

"I, I, I got it! I'll try!"

You work hard! What kind of peerless work is this?

Looking at the girl whose brain was overheated to the point where she was shaking, Roja's eyes were about to pop out. It wasn't until the system's notification sounded again that the boy finally came back to his senses.

【Ding】

[Countdown to comeback: 4 minutes 59 seconds]

The boy stared blankly at the countdown that popped up suddenly, and the next moment his face changed and he asked hastily:

"Sister Isabella, if I recover and want to join the Twilight Sages, can you tell me how to do it?"

I can't stand it today

I'm going to ask for leave today,

During this period of time, my health has been bad and I have always wanted to ask for leave.

But the plot is stuck there, so I can only bite the bullet and change it,

Yesterday I finally managed to finish this episode, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, I had a few chapters saved.

But during the sick period, the writing state was poor, and the writing was like rubbish, and it was all torn up.

The burden will probably be heavier in the next period of time, so I cried,

I hope my body gets better,

See you tomorrow!

Chapter 170 Six Their Tracks

"You want to join the Sages? This..."

Isabella, who was giving Charlotte emergency pre-marriage training, turned her head when she heard Roja's question, with a look of relief and embarrassment on her face.

"Roja, it's a good thing that you have such an idea, but sages have a lot of demands. Your strength may be able to meet the standard, but the source level is too far behind."

Isabella recalled the giant python that swallowed up Mr. Darkness, one of the [Six Calamities], and couldn't help but have a completely different understanding of Roja's strength, although she didn't know how he and That kind of god is connected, but there is no doubt that it is a huge force, and a sage will desperately need it.

"Sister Isabella, I understand the difficulties of the Sage Society, so is there any other channel, no matter what, can give me some clues?"

The black-haired boy said this eagerly. Now he naturally doesn't really want to join the Sage Association. After all, hundreds of years after Roja and Charlotte were there, this mysterious association has long since disappeared in history, but What is left is a lot of mysteries.

Isabella, this is the only member of the Sage Society that Roja has encountered so far, and it is obviously a core member. In the absence of data records, this is almost the only way he can get close to this mysterious organization. .

Looking at Roja who was demanding information, Charlotte blinked and seemed to understand something. She held Isabella's hand and followed suit.