Veronica came out of the room holding little Albert, who had just woken up, in her arms. She happened to hear what Hayden said about the contract, so she took the initiative to speak.
"I'll sign."
The two male hosts and Hayden in the living room were stunned when they heard this, but Veronica said with reason,
“It would only be most appropriate if I or Baird signed it.
Baird's and my job is to protect the Einstar family.
If there are any problems in the contract, the risk of backlash will be borne by the two of us outsiders;
Mr. Hayden himself said that anyone who was a member of the Einstar family could bear the responsibility. As Mr. Eugene's personal maid, I could theoretically be one of the people who could sign this contract.
Am I right, Mr. Hayden
Veronica raised her head confidently and walked closer to the stunned Hayden step by step.
Maybe he would be forced to drink various bubbling drinks of suspicious colors, or he might be used as a human experiment by Veronica.
Hayden looked at the smile on Veronica's lips, as if he saw his own end, but all this was due to his own fault and he could not blame her.
"In theory, Miss Veronica is right..."
Hayden said this with embarrassment. He seemed to see himself living a life worse than death in Veronica's hands.
"Baird, am I right?"
Veronica turned and looked at Baird who had been standing nearby.
“Well, what you said is exactly what I wanted to do.
But before I could even open my mouth, you already beat me to it."
Baird shrugged and replied with a smile.
"Veronica, this is not a good idea, is it? You have to take risks to do this, what if you..."
Eugene looked at Veronica who volunteered and asked with some concern.
Veronica shook her head and pointed to her face.
“Women hold grudges, and I haven’t forgotten about this scar.
Besides, what Baird and I do is a job that puts our heads on the line, so we have to be aware of this.”
Hermann looked at Veronica in front of him with emotion.
"Thanks."
"Okay, without further ado, just sign your name?"
Veronica sat down next to Eugene in a casual manner and picked up the contract on the table and took a look at it.
"Yes, as long as you sign it, you can activate this contract."
Hayden handed a pen to Veronica with a wry smile.
"Mr. Eugene, please hold the child first."
Veronica handed little Albert, who was sucking his fingers happily in her arms, to Eugene beside her, and then wrote her name on the contract neatly.
The contract floated into the air and then began to spontaneously combust.
The blue flame burned the entire contract, and then Hayden began to twitch in the chair.
The magic circle on his body was shining brightly, and its shape could be seen even through his clothes.
Hayden gripped the chair with both hands, kicked his feet in the air, and the veins on his neck were all exposed.
After a while, the light of the magic circle subsided, and with little Albert's laughter, Hayden stopped struggling.
Pain is like the rising tide, it comes and goes.
He slumped in the chair, sweating profusely; his lining and white shirt were soaked with sweat.
Instead of checking on the struggle and fatigue of an outsider, everyone gathered around Veronica and asked her questions.
"How is it, any reaction?"
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Do you want me to make you something delicious to nourish your body?"
Veronica covered her forehead and said helplessly,
"No reaction at all, I'm fine, I'm not hungry, and I'm not feeling unwell."
"Are you really okay? Do you want to go see a doctor for a checkup?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I know a very good doctor. She can treat any disease, whether it's surgery, internal medicine, or even gynecology."
"Why don't you take a walk around the church? You'll feel more at ease if the priest baptizes you?"
"That makes sense. How about going to church after seeing the doctor?"
"Good idea, good idea."
Veronica couldn't help laughing when she saw the chaos among the men around her, and little Albert, who was watching the show in Eugene's arms, also giggled.
Kirk came down from upstairs and patted Veronica on the shoulder.
"It was the same thing when I had just given birth. These men just like to worry about nothing."
“It’s annoying, but it feels good.”
Veronica replied with a smile.
"Yes, this is what home feels like."
"Ahem, could you please pay attention to me?"
Hayden spoke weakly.
"Oh, so you're still here? Sorry, sorry, I thought you would turn into a beam of light and shoot into the sky after the contract."
Eugene teased mischievously.
"Ahem, Mr. Baird, could you help me up, please?"
Hayden turned to the smiling Baird and asked for help.
After the ordeal of the contract, Hayden was completely exhausted, and the slumped posture was not only indecent, but also extremely tiring.
Baird stepped forward to straighten Hayden, and poured him a cup of cold black tea, placing it next to him.
"Drink it yourself, I won't feed you."
Although Baird said this, he still considerately put a straw in Hayden's cup and put it to Hayden's mouth.
Hayden sipped a few sips, exhaled, and then felt better.
"Okay, now I can tell you about the message from the Archmage.
I couldn't tell you before because I was still loyal to the Archmage, but now I am loyal to Miss Veronica, so there is nothing I need to worry about."
Hayden said hoarsely after he recovered.
What he said attracted everyone's attention, and everyone fell silent except little Albert who found it boring.
"You mean the Archmage wants to harm us?"
Veronica asked, noticing some reservation in Hayden's words.
"To be precise, it has nothing to do with the Grand Master, but the Interstellar Wisdom Cult, which may be standing against your country, Germany."
Hayden paused and continued,
“In recent days, the new Emperor Frederick has contacted external forces many times and adopted a high-pressure and high-profile approach, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of the Grand Master.
According to intelligence from the Interstellar Wisdom Cult, there is a lot of evidence pointing out that the new Emperor Frederick III will collude with external forces, some of which are hostile forces that the Interstellar Wisdom Cult led by the Grand Master does not like.
What does this mean? You should be able to understand the interests involved, right? "
Before everyone understood clearly, Baird stood up.
"You're not suggesting to us that this will be the beginning of a war?"
Hayden nodded vigorously and said solemnly,
"If the talks fail, it will be the largest war in human history, bar none."
Eugene frowned and spread his hands.
"What does this have to do with our lives?"
Baird looked at Eugene, hesitant to speak, and finally sighed and said slowly,
"Has Mr. Eugene not been paying attention to the recent news?"
"You mean large-scale military training?"
Hermann clapped his hands and thought of the news in the Munich Daily a few days ago.
“Yes, it was just a military exercise on the surface, but the scale of the mobilization exceeded that of ordinary military exercises.
The weapons used are even more terrifying.
I fully believe this is training for war.”
Baird said solemnly.
“I understand that war affects the economy, but isn’t it a basic principle that it doesn’t harm civilians
It is not humanitarian to cause mass slaughter, is it? "
Eugene asked innocently.
"If it were still the era of cold weapons, civilians would still have a chance of survival.
Times have changed. In the era of hot weapons, under the guns and cannons, once a war breaks out, civilians will become cannon fodder.
To be honest with you two family heads, when you left Munihei, the Third Army had several head-on confrontations with the Cthulhu Cult in nearby neighborhoods.
There were countless injured civilians and destroyed houses. The dilapidated walls and ruins that you saw when you returned were the traces left over from that time.
This is just a military exercise to the outside world.
Baird can also testify that this is one of the reasons why you were asked to leave Munich at that time."
Veronica said slowly and rolled her eyes at Baird.
Baird recalled the time when he almost killed Veronica, and bowed to her awkwardly.
"Veronica is right."
“As you two have said, with the advent of the era of hot weapons and the secret struggles of mysterious forces, staying in Munihei is not a safe option.
The advice the Grand Master asked me to convey to you is to go to Milan.
If you were in Milan, the Interstellar Wisdom Society would not only ensure your safety, but also ensure that your living standards would definitely not be worse than they are now.
With the talents of the two Lords Einsta, and with the cooperation of the Milan City Government, you can make great strides in Milan and restart your business.
The Archmage assures you that if you are willing to do so, you will receive full support."
Hayden said sincerely.
“No, I don’t like Milan.
Even though you are right, I don’t want to be a monkey in a zoo again.”
Hearing this, Kirk expressed his opinion.
"It's your freedom to go or stay.
If you wish to stay, please spare Hayden's life.
Because Hayden will sacrifice his life to protect you. This is the will of the Grand Master and the olive branch he is extending to you.
Although we don't want to get too involved in or change Silver Spoon's life trajectory, ensuring Silver Spoon's safety is what we want to see most.
Hayden sincerely apologizes to everyone for his reckless behavior.”
After saying that, Hayden stood up with great effort, then quickly took advantage of the situation and knelt on the ground with his knees softened.
After hearing this, everyone fell silent. After looking at each other, Herman spoke up.
“Please tell me, Mr. Hayden, what can you do if you stay
Why would we keep you here?"
Hayden scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I am an expert assassin and can kill your business rivals and competitors for Mr. Hermann.
I am also good at acrobatics and clown performances, and can bring joy to everyone.”
“Assassination is not the right option for us businessmen, and it goes against our Jewish ethics.
Clown tricks don’t work in our house. After all, I run a light company, not a circus.”
Eugene held out his index finger and waved it in front of Hayden's face.
"Baird, are we still short of servants?"
Herman opened his hands, leaned comfortably on the sofa, stretched his head back and asked Baird behind him.
"We already have enough servants to handle the housework, but the kitchen is still short of a vegetable cutter."
Baird glanced at Hayden with a smile on his face.
"It seems we have no use for you, Mr. Hayden?"
Herman said slyly.
"No, no, no, I can cut vegetables, and yes, I can also peel fruit!
The grilled beef cheeks with the sauce passed down from my ancestors is also delicious. I will make some for you guys to try right away!"
Hayden said excitedly.
He thought he would be executed on the spot after reporting the news, but he saw hope for survival.
"Veronica, what do you think?"
Kirk asked Veronica, who held Hayden's life and death in her hands.
"Can you believe what this scumbag says
I still remember him messing around in the living room."
Veronica's words made Hayden feel cold in his heart.
"It's over, it's over. I'm going to die."
Hayden thought in despair.
“This kind of scum who can’t do anything can only get three gold marks a month at most!
We can’t have more, after all, we provide food and accommodation.
To be honest, I don't want to give him a penny, but it would be bad if the city council heard that we were suppressing the workers and affected the reputation of the Einstar family."
Veronica changed the subject, and Hayden saw his chance of survival, and then burst into tears.
"Thank you, thank you."
"Kaka, muddleheaded!"
At this time, little Albert, who had just woken up and had nothing to eat, spoke up.
After being hungry for a long time, the adults were so busy chatting among themselves that they actually forgot about this little baby.
Everyone smiled at each other, and Veronica picked up an apple from the table and threw it to Hayden.
"What are you standing there for? Go peel some apples and make apple paste."
Hayden took it hurriedly, and everyone laughed.
Although the Einsta family had a new worker to cut vegetables and fruits, they still had not forgotten the shadow of the impending war.
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In the royal garden filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Frederick was appreciating the flowers with Queen Victoria, who was wearing gorgeous clothes.
"You know what? This is the flower that symbolizes our Prussian royal family, the blue cornflower."
Frederick picked a flower from the bush and put it on Princess Victoria's head.
"Why this flower? It seems to be everywhere."
Princess Victoria asked simply.
"Unlike your country's national flower, the Tudor rose, which symbolizes nobility and eternity.
We chose blue cornflower simply because of the strong vitality of this flower.
Legend has it that my grandmother, Queen Louise, was forced to leave Berlin during the civil war.
During the escape, she hid my father and his brother among the blue cornflowers and they escaped.
For us, the blue cornflower symbolizes not only survival, but also the achievement of creating a royal family."
Frederick explained gently.
"Frederick, you will create an era more glorious than your ancestors. You are destined to be a great man."
Princess Victoria said, leaning gently against Frederick's chest.
"Yes, I will surpass my past glory and achieve true hegemony."
Frederick muttered to himself.
"Trampling all forces underfoot, and ruling the world with gunfire!"
Frederick did not say this aloud, but kept it in his heart.
Because the Yellow Shirts Group is also his target, he will trample the noble Tudor rose under his feet, mix it with the mud and use it as fertilizer for this field of cornflowers.
"Your Majesty, I have found what you wanted to find out."
A guard appeared from the path, knelt on one knee, and spoke with his head lowered.
"Victoria, go back and rest first, I'll come over later."
Frederick turned and said to Queen Victoria.
“Well, come back early, I have an appointment with Victor for a family dinner tonight.
I haven’t seen that kid for a long time.”
Victoria left a few words and turned away.
Frederick waited for a while, until Victoria walked away, then he turned to the guards and asked,
"Tell me, who will be Bismarck's successor?"