Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

He was leaning against the edge of the bathtub, his eyes closed, his mind preoccupied with something else.

"On another note,"

He opened one eye and his gaze fell on the exquisite reliefs on the bathhouse walls.

"This bathhouse is so luxurious, the nobles here must be very rich."

His lips curved slightly, revealing a smile.

"We need to find a way to squeeze some money out of them."

He closed his eyes, and an image appeared in his mind: he stood before a nobleman, held up one finger, and slowly said,

"I'll make 95 out of 100; you know my methods. As for funds, you can never have too much."

As long as those nobles don't cause trouble, Lin Si can't be bothered with them.

"But there are many ways to raise a large sum of money."

For example, 'To celebrate the victory at Ohma, every household voluntarily donated military funds'?

For example, 'Kefal needs to repair the altar, please, nobles, generously contribute'?

For example, if those nobles actually run into us, it will be even simpler.

"You stepped out of the house with your left foot first, which is a disgrace to Ahma's traditions. Your house is hereby confiscated!"

He rubbed his chin.

"Then there's the question about the Suspended Peak,"

His brow furrowed slightly.

"We need to find a way to bring this 'Hanging Peak Man' under our command."

He does indeed care about Suspenseful Man.

Those soldiers were able to quickly organize their remaining forces to counterattack even after being hit by a cruise missile; their tenacious fighting spirit was elite even in the interstellar era.

If such an army could be brought under their control, then Onfaros' subsequent unification process would proceed much more smoothly.

"But city-states that possess such a tenacious and powerful army,"

He pinched his chin.

"Their king probably won't give in so easily. We still need to tie them down with mutual benefits."

Just as he was lost in these thoughts, a commotion suddenly came from the direction of the bathhouse gate.

"Teacher, you're drunk, slow down."

It was Aglaia's voice, carrying a sense of tension that said, "I can't hold her back any longer."

"Ahead lies Caesar's baths; we cannot simply go in."

“Aya,”

Tibo's voice came from closer, with a deliberately amplified, slurred quality.

"My head is spinning, and I feel like I can't control my direction."

"boom!"

A soft sound.

The main gate of the bathhouse was pushed open.

Moisture seeped out from the crack in the door, mingling with the outside air to form a white fog.

Lin Si: "......."

Crydela, deep within her consciousness: "........"

Chapter 303 Let this test continue.

The entire bathhouse fell silent for a moment.

Steam swirled around the three of them, making their figures appear somewhat hazy.

Tibao stood at the front, one hand covering her forehead, the other waving wildly in front of her, muttering things like, "Why is there so much water here?" and "How did I end up in the water?"

Aglaia stood half a step behind her, with an expression that said, "Teacher, I really can't persuade you."

Heather stood at the very back, her gaze fixed on the ground, as if she were trying her best to make herself appear as if she were just passing by.

Lin Si was silent for two seconds before speaking.

"What are you doing?"

His tone was calm.

It was so calm that there was a subtle sense of 'I've seen through what you're up to'.

Ti Bao's movements froze for a moment.

Aglaia's expression also froze for a moment.

Hazel raised her gaze from the ground and exchanged a very brief glance with Tibo and Aglaia.

Then, still feeling dizzy, Tibao took two more steps towards the bathtub, muttering to herself.

"Little Caesar...it's so warm here..."

Lin Si watched her performance, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Krydella covered her face deep in her mind.

Are you idiots?

Who can't see through this deliberate performance?

Looking at Hathaway's expression that said 'it really has nothing to do with me,' she instantly understood everything.

These guys.

Krydella sighed inwardly.

They probably felt that Caesar had been switched, and came to test him.

She could certainly understand their concerns.

After all, Caesar was indeed different from usual today, and if she were one of them, she would also be suspicious.

They were concerned about Caesar's safety.

But understanding is one thing...

"Your acting is absolutely terrible!"

She couldn't help but complain deep down.

Despite her dazed appearance, Tibby's steps were as steady as if she were dancing.

Aglaia's statement, "The teacher is drunk," was delivered with a calm tone, devoid of any panic.

As for Hathaway, she was probably the least skilled at acting in front of Caesar.

That 'I was just passing by' expression lasted for less than three seconds before he started 'stealing a peek at Caesar'.

His eyes would light up for a moment and then quickly return to calm, repeating this cycle repeatedly.

Krydella looked at them, feeling both angry and somewhat amused.

Then she thought of a question.

Can the Demon King see that these three are here to test us?

He knew almost nothing about Onfaros, and was not even familiar with the three men.

His knowledge of them was limited to these few encounters.

In this situation, can he accurately grasp their psychology?

Krydela is uncertain.

But she soon got her answer.

Lin Si didn't need to respond to this test at all.

He simply leaned quietly against the edge of the bathtub, watching them without moving.

Lin Si: (* ￣︿￣)

Lin Si just watched them.

Ti Bao and the other two stood at the doorway, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

Tibao: >_<

She still had one hand covering her forehead, but that hand no longer dared to wave around; it froze in mid-air.

Aglaia: (￣︶￣)

She maintained her expression well, but the curve of her lips had become somewhat stiff.

Heather's expressions changed even more frequently.

She tried to maintain a calm expression for a few seconds, then stole a glance at Caesar before quickly looking away and straightening her face again.

The cycle repeats itself, and each switch is more pronounced than the last.

The atmosphere remained silent for a long time.

It was so long that cold sweat was already trickling down the foreheads and cheeks of Ti Bao and the other two.

They considered that Caesar might be furious, and if she really was Caesar, then she would be angry, and they could confirm it.

They also considered that Caesar might wave them out, and if she wasn't really Caesar, she would just give them a perfunctory answer, which would make them realize it.

But the one in front of him, somewhere between angry and not angry, didn't say a word, just quietly watched their expressions.

They were genuinely unsure of what to do.

After all, he was a king.

A king's calm is often the calm before the storm.

The quieter it is, the more unpredictable it is.

Lin Si genuinely had no idea what they were planning to do.

But he could guess a thing or two.

Even someone like Apollonius, who had known Caesar for many years, could see something amiss. How could Heather, Caesar's personal bodyguard who had been with him for years, not notice anything?

But perhaps he's overthinking it?

People in this city seem to take 'communal bathing' for granted.

After all, it was quite natural for the three of them, including Labinus, to be wearing bathrobes in such a large bathhouse.

Perhaps they really just wanted to bathe with Caesar?

The moment the idea popped into his head, he dismissed it.

Just look at the reactions of Serones and Frost to see that Caesar was a very dignified monarch. That dignification was not feigned, but rather a reverence etched into the very bones of every subject.

Would such a majestic monarch allow his subjects to freely approach and bathe in such a private space?

Even if Keldera might be able to communicate with the gods and the gods, there are clear boundaries to what constitutes "good".

There is only one possibility for bathing with these three people: Crydella personally invited them.

Instead of them barging in directly.

But the blush on Ti Bao's face didn't seem fake.

Her cheeks were indeed slightly flushed; perhaps she really was drunk?

It's not entirely impossible that I stumbled upon this place.

But will Sword Flag Lord, Caesar's personal bodyguard, be unable to control the little loli?

There are many doubts.

But no matter what the problem is, the solution is to remain still and quietly watch them.