Charlie sits in a carriage marked with the coat of arms of the Violet family.

The lady's personal maid was 'brought' by her with the arcane arts.

At this time, he sat across from her with a sigh of relief.

What will happen to the fox without the tiger behind him?

He will be beaten to death by angry animals in the forest.

Charlie sighed helplessly.

"I think the afternoon should be a signal." She paused slightly, "If you translate this signal, it should be called: Don't, come, provoke, me." ”

"But obviously, you and your master, the IQ is not enough, understand the meaning of this signal."

Or, this kind of person is just used to being powerful.

is also spoiled by good-tempered people.

If they meet a truly wicked person, they will be pitiful like piglets waiting to be slaughtered.

Because they are not as vicious as those who are wicked.

However, if they meet good people, they are as hateful as dragons.

To put it bluntly, this kind of person is not dangerous, but it is disgusting enough.

Either way, Charlie felt that he could no longer get used to that lady.

"You like to tell the truth?" Charlie crossed his legs, his hands resting on his chin, and looked earnestly at the struggling maid.

"Okay, don't talk from now on."

This is not a consultation, but a 'judgment'.

Charlie clicked the maid's throat in the air.

What is so scary about enchanted arcane?

A simple [hint] is enough to make people run to suicide in a trance.

The arcane faction that controls people's behavior and thinking is called the enchantment system.

Charlie rarely used the arcane of this department.

But I have to admit that this kind of arcane art, at such a time, is really too useful.

The maid's mind was distorted.

She felt that she had been deprived of the right to speak, and that she would be mute from now on.

It was only then that she understood, Charlie Violet in front of her.

It's no longer a little young master who is in the manor and is at their disposal.

This is a powerful nobleman who calls for wind and rain in the ideal township and holds the power of life and death.

The articles in Goblin III that look like grandstanding are true.

She is the 'beacon' of the Ideal Country, the last ray of hope for the Arcanists.

No one can offend Charlie's majesty.

Even if he came to the imperial capital, the old emperor had to be polite.

On the one hand, rush to the three-headed dragon that follows her.

On the other hand, it's because of Charlie Violet.

A hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen.

The Arcanist seems to be in decline.

Because one after another the glorious floating cities have fallen.

However, the old emperor saw the other side.

Originally, the Arcanists, although strong, were not united.

They are scattered all over the world, busy with their own business.

Even if the Floating City Club tries its best to maintain itself, it will be difficult to reach a consensus on many things.

Of course, the exception is the case of scare magicians, which seems to be the 'big thing' that every arcanist has to go deep into the soul.

It's useless to regret it.

The carriage also arrived at its destination.

Charlie got out of the car, followed by the elf Shota on the left and one behind, and the silver-haired Antanalong.

The maid had already run back to the manor in great panic.

After receiving the news of the return of the carriage, Mediterranean viciously wanted to see what the expression of the 'Count Lord' was now.

In their eyes, Charlie is the little young master who will always be pinched in the palm of his hand by their wife.

There is nothing to fear.

However, what he greeted was Wenna, who stumbled back.

With tears all over her face, she frantically pointed to her throat and opened her mouth wide to try to say something.

Unfortunately, she couldn't make any sound.

At this time, the behavior is like a mime.

Totti, the butler, was a little furious.

I think Master Charlie, who came back this time, seems to be aggressive.

He did not dare to delay, and immediately ran to see the lady with the maid who had become mute.

Old Mrs. Violet, confused, didn't have time to figure out what was all about.

The door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Obviously, Charlie, who is now an arcanist, can't be blocked by a few servants.

"'Mother'." When Charlie called this term, his tone was very strange.

It's like this lady in front of the mockery through these two words.

"Is there anything wrong with being so 'anxious' to find me back?"

Today's Charlie has changed a lot, and Frye is aware of it.

Naturally, the old countess was also aware of her, who had always regarded her as a 'marionette'.

This lady was very 'shrewd' and directly abandoned the original plan.

Just like the last time I asked Charlie for real estate in the imperial capital, I went straight to the point and 'went straight to the point'.

"Who are they? What is your relationship with them? Why bring them back? ”

The old countess looked, followed by Charlie's one big and one small, two unusually handsome men.

She habitually uttered a barrage of aggressive questions.

But obviously, today's Charlie doesn't need to swallow his anger.

"If it's pointless to just talk about this, then I'll give you my leave."

Charlie was in no mood to waste time with this lady.

Suddenly, Lady Victoria's face became very embarrassed.

Charlie turned around and left.

She changed her words urgently.

"You kid! Why is the temper so big now? Naturally, I'm calling you back! ”

Charlie stopped.

"What's the matter, just say it."

"Have you eaten? Why don't we eat and talk? The old countess said with a forced smile.

Antanaron was fine, McGonagall was really hungry.

He tugged at Charlie's sleeve expectantly.

This simple bronze dragon probably thought that Charlie's family food was the same as that of the White Castle.

So, Charlie sat down at the dinner table at the manor.

Soon, the servants came in with plates of dishes.

McGonagall's eyes glazed over when she saw the dishes on the table.

Charlie looked fine.

Before she left, this was the level here in the main house.

In an instant, the bronze dragon lost love, pushed away the plate, and fell on the table without vitality.

He looked sideways at Charlie, his eyes full of complaints.

Obviously, Charlie didn't tell him that the food here was so 'hard to swallow'.

It has to be said that the appetite of the dragons has been nourished by Charlie.

Charlie smiled at McGonagall.

This smile made a certain lady misunderstand.

I thought that this meal had relieved my previous tension.

She opened her mouth and talked about the purpose of this 'demon'.

"Charlie, I read the newspaper published by the Greenskin Monsters before......"

The smile on Charlie's face faded.

"Goblins." She said in a somewhat cold voice.

"What?" Madame asked inexplicably.

"The 'green-skinned monsters' you are talking about, they have a scientific name, they are called goblins."

Madame pursed her lips.

"Well, these goblins, the newspapers they issue. I see that when there was a civil war, there was also a war there? ”

Charlie snorted.

"Ah, it's horrible. I know several ladies who have lost their children in the war. ”

Charlie's fork was struggling with the peas on his plate.

I thought in my heart, it couldn't be this, and it accidentally stimulated this long-buried 'motherhood', right?

The silver fork stuck a pea, took advantage of the distraction of the black dragon on his shoulder, and stuffed it directly into the dragon's mouth.

The black dragon who was caught off guard by being stuffed with a pea: "......"

The black dragon just wanted to lose his temper, but he didn't hear the lady say slowly:

"This world is too dangerous, and anyone can die anytime and anywhere......

So, Charlie, do you want to make a will? ”

Charlie almost thought he was having auditory hallucinations in his ears.

"What?" She asked rhetorically, frowning.

"It's a will, you know, now you're out there, who's around you?

People who don't know the roots.

Don't think too well of the people you are now.

In case something happens to you, the financial reports published in those newspapers, the family property......

What should I do if the property that should have belonged to me is stolen by your men?

Also, do you want to take some people from here again when you leave this time?

After all, it's an old man I use, and it's easier to use than the messy people you found outside......"

Madame is still talking.

Charlie stopped her directly, "To whom do I make a will?" ”

Madame said it very naturally:

"Of course it's for me, do you still want to give it cheaply, your father's poor relative? They're all debt collectors! ”

Charlie was angry, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were bulging.

She almost threw the cutlery back to the plate.

There was a loud noise.

There was a 'bang', and the old countess covered her plump chest in fright.

Charlie couldn't say anything when he said angrily.

Sometimes, when the anger reaches the extreme, it is silence.

"Let's go!"

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