Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 759 As long as it works
Armis forced a smile: "Katarina, have you forgotten that you are the luckiest Swift Wolf?"

Katarina carefully placed the Void Crystal from her paw into her storage ring, and said in a serious tone, "If I were really lucky, I could have smashed the Wolf King into a meat pie long ago!"

Armies looked at her and said seriously, "Maybe it's because you're too lucky that you can't beat the Gale Wolf King!"
After all, during your training, you can usually avoid many pitfalls by relying on luck alone.

But the Gale Wolf King overcame those difficulties through his own willpower.

He knows everything, so naturally he's very composed when it comes to fighting.

Katarina tilted her head and looked at him: "You are the only one who doesn't comfort me by saying that the Gale Wolf King is much older than me."

No wonder Lowry said to be careful when talking to you; you're too easy to seduce a wolf's soft heart!

Armos couldn't help but purse his lips, then said with a smile, "Katarina, there can only be one Void Crystal within a kilometer."

There's no point in continuing the search for this star cluster.

Can you take us to other places?

"The swan boat can only be propelled by you!"

Katarina looked around and nodded decisively: "Okay!"

She took the swan boat and rushed off in another direction: "Although the wolf knows you're taking advantage of its luck, what you said really makes me happy."

I'll help you out, then!

Armies suddenly broke into an extremely bright smile.

Everything seemed normal, but for some reason, he had a premonition that the past was truly over.

"I miss Master Armes so much!"

Carlo, in the inner library hut, was slumped over the table, groaning in pain.

On the huge desk in front of him, the left half was covered with thick volumes of original books, and the right half was covered with layers upon layers of scrolls... all of which he had copied.

"Everyone's at war, and I'm just copying books," he growled irritably. "His Highness Leon is about to become His Majesty, and why am I still here copying books?"

"Perhaps it's because you're just here to watch the show anyway?" A clear voice rang out at the doorway, and a little girl in a pink and white mage's robe replied with a smile.

She was holding three books in her hands: "I've come to get you new books."

You copied it very quickly this time!

The little girl placed the book in her hand on the desk facing Carlo, and couldn't help but flip through the books in the upper left corner of the desk: "Your understanding of spell runes is becoming more and more accurate. You can even copy such difficult books accurately."

Even ordinary fifth-ring mages might not be able to do this!

Carlo paid no attention to those slender, long hands.

He didn't even look up at the beautiful girl whose stunning curves were outlined by the cleverly pinched folds in her long robe.

He just lowered his head and said absentmindedly, "Aren't these recent books all from the same series?"

If a scholar doesn't even have this much memory, then they shouldn't be living.

Just put the book down.

I don't need to rest, thank you for your help.

The female mage frowned slightly, then chuckled softly, "Alright then."

Should I still come back in seven days?

“I will ring the bell if needed,” Carlo said, his tone already showing signs of impatience.

The female mage didn't say anything more, and simply closed the door and left.

Carlo stopped writing and scratched his head helplessly: "What's wrong with Hamilton?"
Why don't these guys go and cause trouble for Prince Leon...? What can I do?

I'm just an honest follower!
Surely my dad can't just suddenly wake up, right?

"Young master didn't even leave me a message!"

He glanced at the closed door, making sure he had met today's performance targets, and then deftly buried himself back in his books... completely disregarding whether anyone had witnessed his performance.

The female mage floated out of the inner library like a cloud, turning left and right along the winding, branching underground passages, and soon drifted into an underground palace protected by layers of magical runes.

A middle-aged mage in a silver-gray robe was solemnly instructing several high-ranking apprentices on their spellcasting gestures: "Good, remember this feeling!"

If you manage to catch it, you'll soon be promoted to mage.

Okay, go practice over there for an hour and then come back to see me.

After watching the apprentices reach a corner on the other side of the main hall, the middle-aged monk turned to the female monk and asked, "What? Still ignoring you?"

"They still don't know my name, there's not a single loophole," the female mage said sullenly. "Can't I really use any tricks? My charm..."

"Don't do anything foolish!" the middle-aged monk said sternly. "Do you think we're the only ones interested in him?"

Yuri has been paying attention to him several times!

If you hadn't been lucky enough to become the librarian of the Inner Library, none of us would be considered anything!
"You must not offend them, nor show the slightest hostility, do you understand?" "Yes!" the female monk replied immediately.

Seeing the lingering resentment on her face, the middle-aged mage sighed and still gave her a little information: "Our concern for Carlo is not because of Ezra Hamilton, but because of Almes."

However, I am not even qualified to know the specifics.

All that is known is that young master Hamilton has ascended to the heavens and is so afraid of making even the slightest mistake.

However, you only need to remember one thing... We gave up the possibility of staying by the future king's side and chose to win even a little bit of favor from this scholar Carlo.

Just from this point alone, you should understand the importance of things.

Moreover, how could someone who is valued so highly be tempted by your shallow charm?
Your meager bloodline of Sebefia is worthless in the face of a truly powerful being.

We kept you because of your talent as a mage.

Since you already have this aura, you might as well make use of it.

But that's not your only value, or rather, the only value we see in you, understand?

If Sebefia were that useful, the Star Mage would have brought their entire family to the fortress long ago.

The female mage nodded quickly, her large eyes peeking at him from beneath her long eyelashes: "I definitely won't do anything unnecessary!"

"Go! Don't leave your post for some trivial matter," the middle-aged mage solemnly admonished. "Rosamund Jokic, don't bring shame upon your family!"

The female monk agreed repeatedly and quickly slipped away.
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The middle-aged monk who watched her leave had a strange expression flash across his serious face in the shadows of the bright lamplight.

“You don’t seem to think she’ll listen to you.” A dry voice suddenly came from his shadow.

"Don't speak to me casually; this is the apprentice hall," the middle-aged mage replied coldly.

“I can guarantee that no one will hear or see anything that happens within half a meter of this chair!” Shadow replied confidently.

"Heh~" The middle-aged mage gave a dry laugh, answering a question that seemed irrelevant, "I wonder how many of the Sabefia bloodline envy Sophia, who married into a great noble family in the Ice Plains and single-handedly supports half of the Ice Plains royal family!"

Not only those with special bloodlines, but even many ordinary noblewomen envied Sophia, who was skilled in management and had her husband's entire family under her thumb, allowing her to wield great power.

This woman, who was neither particularly talented nor capable, and whose management relied entirely on a few talented men attracted to her, even uttered a ridiculously profound statement: "Men conquer the world, women conquer men."

For hundreds of thousands of years, the strong women in this world have always placed themselves on the same track as men, regardless of their profession; if they can do it, they can do it, and if they can't, they can't.

Even if a woman loses in a competition and chooses to return to her family, she never treats her home as another battlefield.

Even for arranged marriages, everything will be done according to the agreement, but things won't go too far.

Otherwise, Lord Montes of the North wouldn't have been ridiculed back then.

There are certainly people who treat marriage as a business, but... such a bizarre idea is truly unprecedented.

Therefore, in the end, Rosalind, who was suspected to be the goddess of rain, received little attention.

After all, although this person also likes to use male gods, he only wants to borrow a good seed.

Regardless of whether this was to conceal the existence of that goddess, Sophia's actions were seen by countless foolish girls who had eyes but no brains.

In the eyes of these people, Sophia is probably able to thrive because she has a decent brain, natural allure, and Rosalind's support.

Then, that sentence gave some support to those who didn't want to rely on their own hard work.

How stupid.

Such words have been spoken for a very, very long time.

But it only earned it the scorn and disdain of powerful women.

This statement has some meaning if the world cannot tolerate women in power.

But that's not true at all!
Even in a country like the Northern Kingdom, which has a unique royal bloodline, there has never been a restriction on women's upward mobility.

The only ones facing difficulties are the princesses.

If they want to ascend to the throne, the only way is to become strong enough to suppress the royal magic array's insistence on their bloodline... Even the White Dragon King, who had just ascended the throne, couldn't do that.

Moreover, it would be even more difficult if they wanted their children to inherit the throne.

They had to marry a cousin born to another princess who was closely related by blood.

Not only is he a king, but he is also an unparalleled expert. Who would wrong themselves for such a thing?
In any case, not many princesses were willing.

They would rather reign supreme in their own territory, or transform themselves and become big shots in the starry sky.

"If the Icefield Royal Family continues to cause trouble like this, they might just have to see just how powerful the female warriors of this world really are," the middle-aged mage said coldly. "Not everyone can tolerate this."

For some powerful women, especially the Dark Moon, the goddess of the night, this is tantamount to undermining their very foundation.

"What does this have to do with us?" Shadow replied indifferently, "As long as it works."

(End of this chapter)