Your Majesty, Please Behave Yourself

Chapter 105: Section 105

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"Don't worry, I'm not trying to sow discord, but you are concerned about it, right? You are also a warlock, you know the reputation of the Blood Duke, but why is she so nice to your young master?"

The gravekeeper smiled and said, "If you're willing to talk to me more, I'll tell you."

Noren turned his head away again, looking completely uninterested.

During these three days, the gravekeeper talked a lot.

Often ask her some strange questions.

For example, why she hasn't learned iron magic yet, what kind of person her father is, and so on.

In short, it's very strange.

Noren obviously had no interest in talking to a dead man. She was concerned about when her young master would wake up.

The gravekeeper choked and had no other choice. He looked at the boy in the coffin and sighed, "Are you still not going to wake up? Are you going to lie here forever? I know you don't want to follow Augurola back to the Kingdom of Loen. You want to go back to the capital, right?"

He paused and said, "But you cannot appear in front of His Majesty for the time being. Do you know how much mental energy I have consumed in the past few days to help you lie?"

Licinius was still sleeping, but his eyelashes trembled noticeably.

Noren was startled...

The gravekeeper sighed and said, "If you want to return to the capital, I have arranged a new position for you. It can not only preserve and expand the Night Watch, but also give you new help in fighting against the Valerius family and even the entire aristocracy, so that you can continue to improve your favor in front of His Majesty. Aren't you interested?"

"Uh..." Li Xini opened his eyes after a long time and let out a comfortable moan.

These three days really made him feel depressed!

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Royal capital, Crescent Manor.

Constance enjoyed the morning sunshine, the raindrops and the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard, lying lazily on the chair, and said lazily: "What a rare guest, what brings you here?"

In the shadow of the courtyard, a dazzling golden glow was swirling, outlining the contours of the World Tree.

The gravekeeper stood under the tree, looked at him and said calmly: "The war on the border has been won."

Constance said, "It's not surprising. Is your Majesty okay?"

The gravekeeper thought for a moment and said, "Very angry..."

"What about this generation of Night's Watch?"

Constance asked curiously, "Did he really commit treason? Did he die?"

"That's not your concern."

The gravekeeper didn't answer directly: "Now is your last chance to take sides, Constance."

Constance put his hands behind his head, looked at the endless blue sky, and replied: "Sir, when I founded the Bureau of Control, I said that I would not get involved in any conflicts of interest in the Empire. Whether it is the common people or the nobles."

He said softly, "No matter how fiercely they fight, it has nothing to do with me. The purpose of the existence of the Bureau is to eradicate the traitors of the Empire. Above this bottom line, you can do whatever you want."

The gravekeeper smiled and said, "Indeed, you are able to be independent of the class struggle because you are backed by the Creed Church, and your Barron family is the core force of the Creed Church, especially you."

Constance hummed a folk tune slowly.

Although the connection between the Barron family and the Creed Church is top secret to most people.

But obviously he couldn't hide it from the person in front of him.

"But have you ever thought about what would happen if you died?"

The gravekeeper said calmly, "Once you die, can you still ensure the safety of the Barron family? Can you guarantee that the Administration can continue to develop within the path you set

No. You have offended too many people over the years. In a sense, you have assumed some of the responsibilities of the night watchmen in the past."

Constance narrowed her eyes and fell silent for a rare moment.

The gravekeeper said lightly: "You don't have much time left, Constance. How long can you live? Five years? Three years? Or even shorter. And you haven't chosen the successor yet."

Constance thought of her daughter and smiled bitterly, "What a pity! Luciemia obviously has such a good assassination talent, but she hates me and is unwilling to learn from me."

He slapped his thigh and sighed, "Does she really think that the Bureau is a department responsible for solving crimes? Helping an old lady find her lost cat today, and helping a little girl find her stolen dog tomorrow? Like those stupid detectives out there, she even wants to investigate the dark arts!"

The gravekeeper smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Constance curled her lips. "What's so good about that? Anyone with a bit of brains can see that those black magicians were originally trained by the top brass of the empire. Who else could it be other than Josiah?"

The gravekeeper said slowly: "After all, her mother died from the attack of a black magician."

"I have no problem with dark magicians."

Constance waved her hand and acted quite rationally: "It's just that the person who killed her mother was a black magician. But this doesn't mean that black magic is wrong."

The gravekeeper asked, "Do you really intend to let Luciemia inherit the Administration?"

Constance looked hopeless: "Do you think it's possible?"

"It's not realistic. She's not suitable."

The gravekeeper said meaningfully: "But I can recommend someone to you."

Constance sat up straight subconsciously, her eyes full of surprise.

As one of the three giants of the empire, he knew very well who the person in front of him was.

Anyone who is valued by this person must be valued by the whole world!

"Valerius Licinius."

The gravekeeper admired his blank expression and continued, "Yes, he is the one you know, the one who helped Lucimia solve the black magic case in Roma City and created the Titan Cannon."

Constance was silent for a moment: "He stole a lot of money from my Barron family!"

The gravekeeper laughed and said, "That little bit of money is nothing. If you knew his other identity, you probably wouldn't be greedy for that little bit of money, but would seriously consider the issue of standing on the right side."

There is only one reason why Constance, including his governing bureau, will never take sides.

That is, no matter how the empress and the aristocrats fight, this country will be the one that suffers in the end.

And judging from the current situation, no one can be sure who will have the last laugh.

On the surface, of course the aristocratic faction has greater power.

However, you pushed His Majesty into a corner, and he directly released the power of the World Tree, and everyone spiraled up to heaven together.

Constance was caught in the middle and was unwilling to give up easily, as she did not want to be involved in this mess.

Anyway, the Creed Church is behind him.

One of the largest warlock organizations in the world, with the combat power of a demigod.

The best option is to wait and see.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean?"

Constance saw the other party's inexplicable smile and suddenly had a bad feeling: "Could it be..."

"Yes, you are right."

The gravekeeper smiled deeply and said, "Valerius Licinius is the Owl."

Constance: “…”

The gravekeeper asked, "Is this heir strong enough?"

Chapter 114: Empress: They are all traitors!

After Licinius opened his eyes, he stretched and looked at the girl lying beside the coffin.

I saw my own appearance reflected in her indifferent beautiful eyes.

Then gradually a bright color emerged, full of surprises.

"Thank you for your hard work, Noren."

He reached out and pinched the girl's soft little face.

This girl is naturally arrogant and awkward. If she doesn't use some self-torture tactics, it will be difficult for her to express her opinion or take the initiative to do anything under normal circumstances.

As long as you pretend to be injured and unconscious, you can receive countless kisses and have a soft and fragrant pillow hugged by a beautiful girl at night. It's really a huge profit.

Yes, Norn has been sleeping in his arms these past few nights.

It's so cool...

"It's not hard at all. I thought you were going to become a vegetable, young master."

Norn stared at him expressionlessly, although he wanted to throw himself into the young master's arms immediately.

But considering that there were outsiders present, she still restrained herself rationally.

"that… "

She turned her head and looked at the figure in the golden light: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Gravekeeper: "Are you asking me to leave because I'm in the way?"

What a good trick of crossing the river and then destroying the bridge. This girl is just too young and has no idea that your young master is pretending!

But there was nothing he could do about it. He could see that for the girl in front of him, everything in her life was her young master. Apart from that, she didn't belong to anyone else, including her parents or ancestors.

After all, they grew up together and depended on each other.

"That's not the case. Why would Norn think you're in the way?"

Li Xini coughed dryly and said, "Teacher, thanks to you for taking care of Norn these two days."

Gravekeeper: “…”

What a great teacher! Your Majesty is the only one in the world who can be called that.

Now that this kid is calling me like that, you can imagine what he’s thinking.

"What did you just say? Help me to cover up my lie?"

Li Xini asked curiously: "What is happening in the outside world now?"

The gravekeeper glanced at him and said, "Augurola should have told you everything that happened on the battlefield. The military advisor is dead, but there are still many remaining issues that need to be resolved. Let's not talk about these for now. I have not told Her Majesty that you are still alive, and she cannot know that you are still alive in the short term."

"To your majesty, her life has been too smooth. Because of her terrifying talent, she has never encountered any real setbacks in her life."

He said seriously: "This is a transformation for her."

Li Xini felt relieved when he heard this and said with emotion: "Teacher, you really have good intentions."

The gravekeeper said calmly, "Without this opportunity, she might not have made up her mind to advance to the eighth level, which is the realm of God. Do you know the fate of every emperor of Brentania?"

Licinius raised an eyebrow: "The Emperor's fate?"

"When you return to the capital and see what the World Tree is, you will know. In the world of sorcerers, demigod-level sorcerers have surpassed the limits of humans. The longest-lived can even exceed five hundred years, or even approach a thousand years. People like the military advisor can also maintain longevity through various methods."

The gravekeeper said, "But no emperor of Brentania lived more than twenty years."

Licinius narrowed his eyes. "Including Your Majesty?"

"Yes, including Your Majesty. But if she can be promoted to the god level, she may be able to escape the fate of being swallowed by the World Tree and become a true god that transcends the world."

The gravekeeper explained: "But the prerequisite is that she has to buy enough time."

Licinius did not think this was a big deal, not to mention whether His Majesty could become a god.

Even if he can't, if he is given twenty years, he will wake up anyway.

Oh no, you can’t say anything unlucky.

After returning to the capital, he would watch himself being nailed to the pillar of shame and bear the eternal infamy.

"I know you must return to the capital, whether to investigate the extermination of the Frostian family or to return to the Valerius family to take back what belongs to you. For this reason, I advised Your Majesty that the Empire would only announce the death of Xiao to the outside world, while you yourself are still alive." said the gravekeeper.

"Ah, this?"

Li Xini hesitated for a moment: "Will this logic really pass? Not to mention that when I return to the capital, I must meet people with my true identity, and I must bring Norn with me."

The gravekeeper smiled and said, "Don't worry, have you forgotten about that holy relic, the substitute puppet?"

Li Xini's pupils shrank. So that's it!

"Your Majesty has many things to do and will not focus on the capital. The same is true for the Red Dragons. In their minds, all the news about Valerius Licinius is just a show using a substitute puppet, and the puppeteer is Norn."

The gravekeeper snorted, "As for the others, even if they are in the capital and find you alive, what does it matter? If you and I join forces, we can turn them into our accomplices."