Dominate the world in three weeks?

Terrence decided to return to the imperial capital because he was worried that Sealand's plan would bring unforeseen crises to the empire.This proposal was naturally opposed by everyone, but Terrence's reason was more sufficient - as a dead person, he was the least likely to be suspected.What's more, if he wanted to contact the suspicious and shrewd Duke of Cantor, he had no other choice but Terrence himself.

This matter was finally determined against all odds.

Terrence was packing things in the room.He piled up the scattered clothes, thinking about whether to put them in the space of the ring like this, or fold them neatly.It made him hang his head in a frown, his dyed beige hair hanging down the corners of his eyes.

And the knock on the door interrupted Terrence's meaningless thinking just in time.He got up and opened the door. When he saw Lancer standing outside the door, Terrence was unexpectedly calm.Perhaps the long cold war had consumed all his distractions, but he turned sideways to let Lancer in.

And Lancer obviously didn't come here to spoil the scenery, he coughed, and said in a compromised and helpless tone: "Are you going to keep fighting with me?"

Terrence raised his eyebrows and sat on the edge of the bed: "I didn't make a fuss, I just..."

He quickly refuted Lancer's words, only to realize regretfully that he couldn't find any words to continue after "just".

——Doesn't that sound like I'm really having a fight?

Terrence frowned.

Lanser knelt down on one knee in front of him, as if accepting Terrence's refutation, and said as if admitting his mistake: "It was my bad attitude before, and I have already reflected on it. Is the punishment you gave me enough?"

"When did I punish you?" This time Terrence's tone became really confident, you know he has never done this before.

"Always avoiding me is worse than scolding me. I don't know how I said that, but nothing else is worth mentioning compared to the happiness of being with you, so Forgive me?" Lancer put his hand on the back of Terrence's.

"...I don't blame you. You should tidy up your things earlier, we'll leave tomorrow." Terrence withdrew his hand, and he stood up to tidy up all the sundries on the bed.

The shuddering touch still lingered on the skin, making Terrence feel guilty and scared at the same time.

After the day's class was over, Angus stood up with his textbook.Jack, who was in the same room as him, quickly asked, "Angus, aren't you going back with us today?"

"Idiot, it's time to address you as Your Excellency, don't be so impolite." The boy next to Jack tugged at his sleeve, flattering Angus in an intimate tone.

Angus nodded to them and left the classroom quickly.

"I always feel that Angus has changed a lot." Jack didn't sit down until Angus could no longer be seen. "You have to go out every day, what are you busy with?"

"The identity is different, of course the person is different from before." The boy who held Jack just now leaned on the table behind him with his head in his arms, and glanced at him lazily. "It's because you are too sentimental."

"Because it's much deserted in the dormitory now! Esaiah also applied for suspension, and I don't know where to go. Usually it's just you and me, so of course I feel lonely."

"Even if Esaiah doesn't stop studying, he rarely stays in the dormitory, right? Maybe it's a wise move for him to leave now. Didn't the alchemy research society that was started vigorously at the beginning have been disbanded?"

"What?" Jack tilted his head, "Do these two things have anything to do with each other?"

The boy rolled his eyes: "That's why you are an idiot, and you made friends with others without knowing anything. Remember to use honorifics when you see Angus in the future. That's all I can tell you."

Angus walked out of the school and got into the carriage that had stopped at the gate early.After bumping for a while, the carriage stopped at the back door of the Bright Church.

After getting out of the car, Angus glanced around cautiously, and squeezed in through the specially left crack in the door.

"Your Excellency is still punctual today. This spirit of diligence and studious will definitely be conveyed to the gods." Bishop Sidney stood in the hall with lit wall lamps, facing Angus and looking up at the colored windows above his head.

The soft lighting made Bishop Sidney's silhouette full of peaceful beauty, but Angus knew very well that Bishop Sidney was an egoist who valued secularism more than pious religion.

But what does it matter?

Just like Angus himself came here only to practice more advanced magic.Ordinary civilians may be fooled by illusory morals, but the closer to the essence of the church, the more realistic it is - no matter how much you flaunt it, even if you separate priests and mages, light spells are just magic Just one of them.

"What am I going to study today?" Angus sat down on the bench while taking off his winter coat. "Maybe we can go deeper and learn the calculation of the magic circle?"

"Please don't be so eager for quick success, Your Excellency Angus." Bishop Sidney walked slowly in front of him, the bishop's robe rustling as it dragged on the ground.

"You are to be carefully cultivated as the expected son of God. A solid foundation is the key." Bishop Sidney showed a gentle and kind smile, but in fact, whenever he smiled like this, he was just covering up his own reasons. It's just greedy and flipping emotions.

Sidney, who was appointed bishop and came to Shannenpail to expand the territory of the church, had long been bored because of the slow progress.But now, a student will become a holy son under his own nurturing, how can such an imagination not please him?

Under the warm orange light, the two people who are using each other maintain a false friendly attitude, but the elongated shadow behind them looks as dirty as a swamp.

By means of secret communication, Terrence and Lancer contacted Earl Cantor as soon as they arrived in the imperial capital.After hearing Terrence's intentions, Earl Cantor also attached great importance to it.

But what is embarrassing is that the personal safety of Joey Abant has been fully taken over by Duke Pacino. There is no real evidence, and it is difficult for Cantor to explain Sealand's strategy to Pacino.

"To tell you the truth, my current rights have been deliberately suppressed by Duke Pacino, and they are also very limited. I'm afraid I don't have any right to speak in this matter." Sitting in the flower hall for guests.Earl Cantor smiled wryly.

But he then said: "However, the assassination of Abant's prince is not without any benefit to us. Only when this stalemate is broken, can you seize the opportunity to push Duke Pacino down in one fell swoop, right? "

"The premise is that I have to prove that all this has something to do with Sealand." Terrence pointed out, "Otherwise, before I take any action, the war between Abant and our country must be the first to trigger. At that time, I will be helpless gone."

"If you don't consider ensuring the safety of Joey Abant, but give priority to disclosing Sealand's assassination evidence, there is nothing I can do." Earl Cantor spread his hands and said.

Joey Abant sat on the couch sulking.

As the tension between the two empires grew, he was taken out of school and arranged to live in this annex for several months.In this mansion that can only be called chic—in fact, it is cramped and cramped—Joy Abant not only lived a dull and depressing life, but also endured constant guarding by the guards. For him with a bad temper, this was really unbearable.

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"Why can't I go out?!" The question that has been asked countless times, but still mentioned every day, flows out of Joey's mouth.

The two aristocratic teenagers who followed him to a foreign country had no choice but to explain again: "This is a measure of last resort to protect your safety. Please bear with me, Your Highness?"

"Why should I be patient!" Joey stood up abruptly and threw the pillow on the sofa to the ground. "I came here to practice magic, but now I'm under house arrest! Who allowed them to treat me like this?! This is disrespect for me!"

The two teenagers glanced at each other, shut their mouths and let Joey Abant get angry by himself.The little prince has been in Shannenpail for so long and has not been able to understand the fact that he has been abandoned by his father who is the emperor.

The two teenagers who were also facing the fate of abandoning their children felt unbearable for Joey's innocence from the bottom of their hearts.You must know that you can still receive protection from Sanin Pyle now because your country has not yet adopted a thorough military attitude.Once the war breaks out, whether it is Joey himself or the two of them, all they have to face is the strange way of using their own blood to sacrifice the enemy's military flag.

They are trembling for tomorrow's fate every day, but what Joy Abant thinks about is freedom and magic.Such foolish ease not only made the teenagers feel contemptuous, but also deeply envied him without worry.

Just as Joey's complaints became more and more harsh, the door of the living room was opened.A raw face with one-eyed earmuffs was brought in by the two soldiers guarding the door.

"Who?" Joey stopped his rude behavior of kicking the table, frowned and cast his eyes on the tall man who came in.

The other party had dark blonde hair bound by a rubber band, and a black eyepatch covered almost half of his face, making it difficult for others to see his whole picture.

"This is the person newly sent to act as your bodyguard. From now on, he will be personally responsible for your safety." The soldier bowed and introduced.

"Isn't it just another dog staring at me?" Joey's unfinished anger was conveyed through the language. He raised his chin and looked at the newcomer with contempt. "What's your name?"

"Nice meeting, Your Highness. My name is Sai Lan." The man with earmuffs saluted respectfully.

Pulled out by a friend to play, the update is late ＿(:3∠)＿