The Charr sneakily walked through the alleys of Nasser City, still holding a warm and soft big trouble in his arms.

He really didn't want to get into trouble, and Olive was still waiting for him to eat!

Charles pondered, her pink eyes flashed through her mind, and she began to wonder if she had been subjected to Ecstasy.

"Are your pink eyes a psychic talent?" he asked suddenly.

The tuxedo that was hugged by the princess "hummed" twice and didn't answer, and her body twisted weakly, as if she was very uncomfortable with the posture of the princess hugging.

Charles didn't adapt either, the seemingly slender tuxedo woman was not light, and the long-term lifting was also very tiring, and it was very effortless to carry her on her back, but Charles didn't even think about it.

The scene where she wielded her short sword just now made a deep impression on Charles, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is ruthless, and she is not at ease at all when she hands over her back.

"Where are you going, and how far are you going?"

Just now Charles gave her two bottles of healing and recovery potion, which only delayed her injury, and Charles wanted to send her to a doctor or patrol, but she was unwilling, so she just said an address, and after arriving at the address, it was the next address.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the Engru people heard the sound of "Hurry..... Run!" Charr really didn't want to care about her anymore.

"27 Cransal Street, the last address!"

She whispered, looking at her weak appearance, Charles couldn't connect her to the woman who wielded her sword fiercely.

Charles followed the map for another half day and finally reached Cransar Street, but stopped a few hundred meters from No. 27.

"Can you walk through it yourself?"

The tuxedo woman opened her eyes and shook her head after staring at Charles for ten seconds.

"I don't want to get in trouble, you're in big trouble!"

Her two eyebrows were raised obliquely, and an angry look appeared in her pink eyes.

"I can send you over, but please don't mention me in front of anyone in the future, such as ...... Florence MIA, or...... Prussian MI!"

There are countless intelligence agencies of various countries on the mainland, but only two are called military intelligence agencies, and the Englas are called military intelligence services, and they are not qualified to be called bureaus.

The anger in her eyes vanished, replaced by caution and vigilance, but she finally nodded her head in agreement.

Charles pulled on the hat of his cloak and the mask on his face, walked down the shadows of the street, and when he was about to approach the gate of the 27th, he suddenly stopped, threw the tuxedo woman on the ground and turned around and ran, disappearing in an instant.

“.........”

Two dark figures flashed out of No. 27 Cransar Street silently, and after seeing the tuxedo woman in the muddy water on the ground, they quickly helped her in.

Charles ran five or six streets in one breath before slowing down, and at this point his heart was nothing but regret and self-blame.

"When did the middle-level transcendents rot the streets?

Just now, when Charles was about to arrive at the gate of No. 27 Cransar Street, the alertness talent of the hunter system made him sense a trace of strangeness, and after opening the spiritual power vision, he saw a thick and condensed spiritual power fluctuation, judging from his talent experience, he must be a middle-level transcendent like General Cardo.

Charles took out a map of Nasser and chose the widest and lively street to walk home, but he did not dare to walk the dim path at this time.

"The people she killed were with an Ngelu accent, and she didn't want to ..... on Cransal Street near the embassy district Don't dare to go to the patrol, then ...... Who is she? Foreign spy?"

"Although she used Ecstasy on you, did you just obey it?"

"MMP didn't give her money for medicine in the end, that is, she didn't expose her face, otherwise she would have lost a lot this time......"

Charles walked through the street irritably, and when he saw a carriage that was idle for guests, he sat on it, and before the coachman could say anything, he threw out three silver soures and named a block near the rue de Lutexia, and closed his eyes and sulked to himself.

The coachman wanted to refuse to take the carriage when he saw Charles's appearance, but after seeing that the fare was half more than usual, he thought about it and drove the carriage to run quickly.

When Charles returned to the rental house that Roy had rented for him to change his clothes and return home, it was already past dinner time, and Olive was waiting for Charles in the living room, looking at her very serious.

"Tonya, prepare dinner for me!"

Charles didn't bother with the serious little girl, but beckoned the housekeeper Tonya to prepare dinner for herself, and the majesty of the head of the family still had to be maintained.

"Charles, today my aunt is writing again!"

"Hmm, what does the letter say?"

Charles stretched out his arms and let Olive Live's personal maid Caroline help him untie his coat that he had just put on, and talk casually to Olive casually.

"The letter says that Cousin Linar may be coming ......"

"Just prepare a room for her. ”

Olive was a little speechless, she waved her hand, and Caroline retreated with the other maids.

"Charles, what do you mean....... Cousin Linar is not here to stay in the room......"

Charles was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What does this mean?

Olive nodded, a worried look on her little face.

“.......”

"Olive is the Chevalier family...... Freedom to marry, no one is allowed against his own will to love, anyone, understand?"

This time, it was Olive who was stunned, and after a long time, she said, "Charles, when did our Chevalier family come into existence...... Freedom of marriage?"

"From now on!" said Charles, in no uncertain terms.

Olive Live's eyes were full of little stars, and she was beautiful and moist.

Charles got up at six o'clock, honed his work at the window, and went out at eight o'clock after breakfast with his little cloth bag with his "work clothes" and a strip of freshly baked white bread, a bag of sausages, and a large bottle of wine.

"Today, I see you eating sausages, don't you smack your mouth, high-end wine smokes you to death!"

It was still a public carriage squeezing a sluller for the fare, and it took nine o'clock to arrive at the academic tower on the left bank of the Naser River, and when I entered the door, I saw Blücher, a middle-aged man with steady steps, circling there.

"Repeat customers come to the door!"

The moment Blücher saw Charles, Charles knew that he was going to make another fortune today, and the hungry eyes of the middle-aged man were too hot.

"This ..... Master, are you going to the trading area now?"

Blucher hurried to meet him, but only when he got closer remembered that he didn't know Charles's name!

"Oh! I can't go to the trading area right now, because I don't have any potions in my hand. ”

The old man suddenly showed a disappointed look, but he immediately recovered and said respectfully: "Then I don't know when the master will have potions for sale, can I order some." ”

Charles smiled, pointed in the direction of the management office and said, "All my potions are consigned there, so I don't have any potions in my hand, I just want to go to see the consignment situation, if there is no stock, I can accept the order." ”

"Hello Master, I'm Blucher, I wonder if I can know your name?"

"You can call me Chenaniz, but don't call me a master in the future, it's easy to be made fun of. ”

"Okay, but you will always be a master in my heart!"

Blücher smiled happily, and after just a few seconds, it seemed that he had changed as a person, and the confident old man had regained his steady gentlemanly demeanor.

The two of them came to the consignment hall next to the management office one after the other, and the two managers obviously remembered Charles, as if they also knew Blucher.

"Mr. Cyananiz, do you need any help?"

Charles pointed at Blucher, "This gentleman wants to buy some tabby powder, but I don't have it here, do you still have it here?"

"Yes, the tabby powder you consigned yesterday sold a total of two, and there are still twelve left......."

"I want it all!"

Blucher slapped a piece of paper on the table, and Charles stared at it, revealing that it was a bank check.