Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Only then did the young man realize that this was an interview, not a class, and that Aaron's answer had been more than enough. So, after a moment of silence, he quietly clapped his hands: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant... We haven't seen an interviewee like you in a very, very long time..."

"As long as it's good..."

Aaron finally breathed a slight sigh of relief until he suddenly heard the words "interviewee".

"The interviewee?" Aaron froze.

"Yes, your interview is over. We will get back to you as soon as possible. You can leave now," the young man said.

Upon hearing the other person's answer, Aaron began a frantic brainstorming session.

"Wait...you are...I am...you are...I am...you are..."

After thinking for a while, Aaron finally understood, "You...you're the Judge? Not someone from MI7?"

MI7?

The young man seemed puzzled as to why Aaron would use that word, explaining, "We do have some cooperation with MI7, but why would they treat us as MI7 people?"

Aaron was stunned at first, then fell silent, and finally could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger. It turned out that he had been scaring himself all along.

“But wait…” Aaron quickly realized something, “Since you two are judges, why did you choose a place that looks like a prison for the interview?”

“This looks like a prison? This is a prison.” The young man said, “This place is actually borrowed from MI7. The Trial Chapel is a bit far from your place, and it would take too much time to go back and forth, so we decided to conduct the interview here.”

Is conducting a job interview in prison a normal thought process? Aaron was speechless. He even began to worry whether the Church of Judgment was a legitimate organization.

"Then why was I blindfolded when I came?" Aaron asked another question.

"The interview locations of the Church of Judgment are usually not kept secret, but because of your special status, we have decided to make an exception to prevent any accidents, hence the secrecy of the interview location."

"Well...aren't interviewees usually required to attend the interview voluntarily after receiving a notification? Why was someone come to my door when it was my turn?" Aaron finally asked what he thought was the most absurd question.

He had heard that the interviews for judges were all conducted by the interviewees themselves after receiving the news, and he never imagined that someone would come to his door to lead the way to the interview, hence the misunderstanding.

The young man smiled and said, “Mr. Aaron, I think I have already answered your question. Because you are special, normally the interview time for the judges has passed and you would have to wait until next year to participate in the interview. But you were personally invited by Her Majesty Claire, and we cannot hold a special interview for you. Therefore, we took the initiative to pick you up for the interview. In addition, it is also a personal matter. We also want to see what kind of person you are.”

Okay, Aaron understands now. It turns out that this situation was caused by a series of coincidences. For a moment, Aaron had the urge to curse, but now that he knows the truth, Aaron feels a sense of relief that he has survived a disaster, and he is not so inclined to curse anymore.

"I'm quite curious what you misunderstood? Because I've always felt that you weren't quite right, even though your answer was excellent."

Chapter 161 The Perfect Answer

Aaron opened his mouth, but in the end he could only reply that it was nothing, and that he had to bear this suffering himself.

At this moment, the person writing furiously next to him finally stopped. He turned around, exchanged a glance with the young man, who nodded and said to Aaron, "The interview is over, Mr. Aaron, you can go back now."

Only then did Aaron remember to care about the interview results. Yes, the interview results were also very important to him! But thinking that the interview was over, he stopped struggling, got up, shook hands with the two judges, and prepared to leave.

He stood up and stretched his stiff body. He had taken sleeping pills, but now he was sweating profusely and had no desire to sleep. He only felt a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

But he felt things weren't progressing fast enough and hoped the interview results would come out soon, as he didn't have much time left.

The young man summoned two jailers, and Aaron boarded the carriage under their escort. This time, however, he was treated better; his face was no longer covered with a black cloth. But while sitting in the carriage, Aaron still paid close attention to the route the carriage was taking. When they returned to the villa, he noticed that the prison was probably in the East Birmingham area.

Stepping off the carriage, the Iron Earl's villa was right outside. The two jailers said nothing, got back into the carriage, and left. Back at the villa, Aaron decided to stay indoors for the next two days and wait for the interview results before taking any further action.

*

One day later, in an ancient castle in Lodoren.

"Thank you for making the special trip." The smiling young man opened the door and said affectionately to the person outside in the dim light.

"What's the big deal? The people from the Church of Judgment invited me, how could I not come?" said the person outside the door.

The young man smiled and said, "How could that be? Lord, you are a great man of Lodoren. I am honored to have you here."

"Hmph, what a big shot. He's just commanded a few battles, captured a few cities, and planted my flag on a few castles." The old man had already taken off his woolen coat and sat down at the round table in the room.

"It is precisely because you commanded the army and fought directly against Queen Lusette that we wanted to invite you here, because we would like to hear your opinion no matter what, Lord Kant, or rather, former Chief of Staff," the young man said respectfully to the old man as he approached the table.

"You really value the new judges," the old man said, glancing at them. "You even have to invite people to see just one interview answer."

“Because neither Theo nor I are from the military and have never participated in war, we were unsure about his interview answers. Therefore, we naturally invited a professional to review them. Although I am not a perfectionist, I still hope things are as perfect as possible,” the young man smiled. “Besides, if he passes the interview, he will become our brother, so of course we must value him.”

"Was that person's answer really that amazing? Even you guys couldn't figure it out. I remember there were test-taking methods for the judges' interviews, right? An interview guide can sell for a high price on the black market."

“I’ve heard about it, and we were planning to score him according to the previous rules, but his answer wasn’t based on the interview method.”

"What are your questions?" the old man asked.

"How should we view Queen Lucerne's tactics?"

The old man raised an eyebrow: "You guys really know how to ask questions. How can he possibly answer such a question? Can he come up with any original or unconventional answer?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but this is not only unconventional, but also something we've never heard before, so we want to hear the opinions of a true military strategist."

After saying that, the young man handed the report to the old man in front of him. Just as Aaron had expected, the old man had actually written down Aaron's answer word for word and recorded it in the report.

Lord Canter took the report, and after reading only the first few lines, the old man snorted and said, "How audacious! Such an answer will either get you zero points or a hundred points; it's either heaven or hell, there's no middle ground. How audacious!"

The young man was slightly taken aback, vaguely remembering that Aaron had said something similar in his reply: either win completely or be annihilated.

He turned to another page and said, "He actually called Queen Lucerne a gambler? Daring to answer like that in an interview, I think he's the gambler!"

On the first page, the old man would read and comment as he went, like a witty old man in a pub reading a newspaper, drinking beer, and commenting on current events. But when he got to the next page, he suddenly stopped drinking his beer and stopped commenting. Instead, he shut his mouth and silently looked at the interviewee's answers. After a long time, when he turned to the last page and glanced at the last line, he put down the report. But when the young man came up to ask him something, he picked up the report again and silently started reading it again.

He would furrow his brow like that, occasionally putting down the report to ponder, as if recalling something, but always with a furrowed brow, before picking up the report again.

"........."

After a long while, he tossed the report onto the table and silently began drinking his beer.

"What do you think?" At this moment, the young man who had been hiding in the darkness regained his presence.

"What are your interview criteria?" the old man asked.

"There are no specific standards; it all depends on the interviewee's performance."

"In other words, you're unsure about the score."

"Yes, neither Theo nor I have a military background, so we're afraid we can't give a fair assessment of this answer." He paused, then said, "If it were you, what score would you give it?"

"So, my evaluation will greatly influence the interview outcome?"

"Yes."

"One hundred points."

"One hundred points?" The young man was stunned. After a few seconds, he said, "Is it really that high?"

"As I just said, this kind of answer only gets zero points or one hundred points. It's either heaven or hell; there's no middle ground. Giving it ninety-five or ninety-seven points is meaningless, so I'll give it one hundred points," the old man said.

"This is actually an answer that scores at least 95 points, maybe even 97 points." The young man was shocked, but he came to his senses and began to re-examine the young man.

"Do you really think Queen Lucerne's tactics are as she claims?" the young man asked.

"Ask me?" The old man leaned back in his chair. "I greatly appreciate the points he made in his report."

What viewpoint?

"Queen Lucerne was lucky! She gambled correctly and attacked my camp in the rainy night, which led to my defeat in that war. If I had been a little luckier and she had been a little unlucky, her rash gamble would have resulted in her losing everything!" the old man suddenly said viciously.

"Is this considered a personal grudge?" the young man asked.

But the old man's expression had calmed down. He said calmly, "Say it, no, remember what he said in his report? His words were too literary. Let me tell you, war is actually a gambling game. The moment a war begins, the kings start a high-stakes gamble. Everyone is a gambler at the table of war, and there is often no middle ground."

"In the war I commanded, as you know, I was also gambling. I bet she would stay in her camp and wouldn't dare to attack. I lost the bet and therefore lost the war, while she won the bet and gained the opportunity to develop, becoming the Queen of Lusset today. That's how it turned out."

"So that's how it is," the young man said softly, as if he had just learned a profound truth from his teacher.

"But who is he? I'm quite curious. What kind of person could give such an answer?" the old man said.

"Sorry, we cannot disclose the interviewee's information."

"It's alright, I'll know the answer when he becomes the judge."

"But this is only the first hurdle; there are even more difficult challenges waiting for him," the young man said.

"I believe he will overcome this difficulty, based on his answer."

"hope so."

"Alright, now that the matter is settled, you should treat me to a few good drinks, right?"

“Of course, Theo is already waiting for you at the tavern,” the young man said with a smile.

"Ha, you've really picked a good opponent for me." The old man picked up his short hat and walked out of the castle as the young man watched him go.

When Aaron returned to the villa, it was already evening. He stood in front of the villa's tree-lined path, breathing in the cool forest air, and felt himself come back to life.

Just then, Aaron's stomach growled, and he realized that he hadn't eaten all day. He couldn't help but look at the kitchen with the light on, thinking that he would have a good sleep after eating and end this thrilling day.

The kitchen was still open, and upon hearing Aaron's request, the chef prepared a cold meat platter for him, consisting of two kinds of cheese, four kinds of raw ham, raw sausage, and truffle foie gras. In addition to meat, fish was also essential, so the chef prepared smoked salmon. This light dinner was somewhere between dinner and a late-night snack, which suited Aaron's taste perfectly.

Aaron told the chef not to prepare anything special, but to go with the cold meat platter, the chef still made a special beet salad. Even the dessert wasn't neglected; the chef made rice pudding on the spot. Although this dinner wasn't particularly formal, it was small but complete, enough to make one fall asleep with a satisfied feeling.

He made his own tartar sauce and couldn't wait to bring it upstairs. He could already imagine the feeling of putting the marinated meat covered in sauce into his mouth, and just thinking about it made his mouth water.

After wolfing down his dinner, Aaron leaned back lazily in his recliner, intending to rest, when he heard a noise downstairs, seemingly Freya returning.

Aaron stood up, intending to turn off the lights and go to sleep before Freya went upstairs. At that moment, he noticed voices coming from downstairs. It seemed that Freya wasn't the only one who had returned; there were also two unfamiliar girls.

The experiences of the past few days made Aaron instinctively wary. He quietly walked to the door and secretly observed the two people downstairs through the crack in the door.

With Freya were two young women. Because they were too far away to see their faces clearly, Aaron could only make out their general appearances. One of them was very quiet and stood downstairs quietly observing her surroundings. The other was the opposite; she seemed very lively and chatted with Freya with a cheerful expression. It was the first time Aaron had ever seen Freya unable to keep up with the conversation because the other woman was so talkative. Judging from their cheerful demeanor, they were probably staying at the mansion tonight.

From the conversation, it can be learned that they are Freya's classmates. Aaron knows that Freya is studying art. In the Kingdom of Dok, art is something that the upper class studies. Therefore, those who choose this major are basically young noblewomen. Since Freya invited them to her home, the two girls must also be nobles, but he doesn't know their specific identities.

Just as Aaron was about to close the door, the quiet girl suddenly looked up and met Aaron's gaze through the crack in the door.

Aaron froze for a moment, then calmly opened the door, walked outside and greeted the two people downstairs. At the same time, he looked at Freya, indicating that he wanted her to introduce them.

The person next to Freya stepped forward first: "My name is Bella Gleeson, I'm Freya's friend. You must be Mr. Aaron."

Her tone was very lively, and her smile was very friendly, reminding one of the afternoon sun and a lovely girl from the neighborhood.

Her attire was also very approachable, with a white hair clip resembling a bow tied in her hair, and a unique white feather attached to her headband. Underneath the feather stood a single ahoge (a cowlick-like hair sticking up), and below that was fluffy short black hair. The ahoge swayed slightly with her body as she spoke.

The girl was not only very lively in personality, but also very active in body. When she jumped up to greet Aaron, it gave Aaron a great visual shock, making him not know where to look for a moment. His gaze briefly touched her before he quickly looked at another girl.

Seemingly noticing Aaron's gaze, another girl said in an ethereal voice, "Amelia McDonald."

Compared to Bella, she was the other extreme; her voice was soft, her gaze empty, like a black portrait in an old villa.

She had golden eyes, long, jet-black hair, and pale skin. She wore an elegant black dress in the style of the last century, revealing her shoulders, and her gaze seemed somewhat vacant.