Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

But there are always exceptions. In the corner of the banquet hall, Byron and the second prince were talking about Ron.

The second prince, who was in his early twenties, swirled the red wine in his glass and said, "Interesting, I didn't expect my sister would invite Ron, it seems she is determined to compete with me.

Does she think she can restrict us by standing on the moral high ground? That's wishful thinking.

I'm curious if this guy named Ron is a coward. If I ask him to kneel down, will he listen or not?"

With a five-finger mark on his face, Byron flattered him hastily: "Your Highness, if you come forward, Ron will definitely bow down to you. He is just a small baron. If a big shot like you appears in front of him, he will definitely be scared to death.

If Ron is embarrassed at the ball, the eldest princess will have to think twice even if she wants to unite with him. After all, even if she doesn't mind being embarrassed, her supporters will find it embarrassing.

Without the care of the princess, his father, who is guarding outside the castle, will surely kill him cruelly once he leaves."

Because of Ron's matter, Byron was severely beaten by Earl Toby, and the redness and swelling on his face have not completely faded away until now.

He wanted to kill Ron but didn't have the strength to do so, so he set his sights on the second prince.

"Haha, I like that, but I have an easier way to kill him."

The second prince patted Byron on the shoulder and said, "Go prepare a cup of poisoned wine for me. I will drink it later. If you don't drink it, it will be disrespectful to me. If you drink it, you will die. Oh, and remember to prepare a delayed-acting poison. If we do it well, we can put the blame on my sister."

A green light flashed in Byron's eyes: "Your Highness, your opinion is correct!"

......

At the same time, at the castle gate, Yvna was reluctant to go in. She was perfunctory in her attitude and was wearing a monotonous and conservative red dress.

"I don't want to go in. I'll walk with you tonight, and tomorrow my grandfather will be able to break your five limbs with a stick. Aren't you afraid?"

Yvna, who was holding Ron's arm, pouted.

Ron stepped forward: "So you care about me?"

Yvna rolled her eyes at him: “No, I’m afraid that if you get beaten to death it will affect me.”

Ron: "Okay, go back. I'll bring the photo stone to your grandfather to propose marriage. I believe he will understand me for the sake of the family's reputation."

"and many more!"

Yvna gritted her teeth and made an excuse: “I think you misunderstood. It’s not that I don’t want to go in with you, but it’s very dangerous here for you. Many people are hoping that you will die, and even I may not be able to save you.

Apart from anything else, they will definitely make you lose face, and you don’t want to be played by them, right?”

"Ms. Yvonne, how about we make a bet?" Ron said casually. There was no fear in his eyes, but instead, there was anticipation.

Yvonne: "What do you want to bet on?"

Ron: "Let's bet whether I can get away with it in disgrace. If you win, I'll give you a month of freedom. If you lose, take me to your house tonight and give me everything.

How about it, do you dare to bet?"

"What if I don't help you? Can you really get away with it on your own?"

"of course."

"Okay, I bet!"

Chapter 35 If He Is Good, He Can Get My Body

"Speaking of which, are you short of money recently?"

In an attic somewhere in the castle, Cynthia sat opposite the eldest princess Chris with her legs crossed.

She was in a position where she could see the entrance to the hall through the window, and she saw many familiar faces as she glanced around.

"Why do you say that?"

The eldest princess Chris, wearing a light-colored dress, was painting on the drawing board with a paintbrush. There was a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and her gentle expression made people feel good about it.

When our eyes met, her pair of golden eyes always made us feel as if we were in spring breeze, and even the most troubled hearts would calm down under their soothing effect.

In Cynthia's words, it was so gentle that it seemed unreal, like a very involved performance.

"Because my Yvna bought inferior products from your dress shop. Not only was the quality terrible, but the tailoring was also crude."

Cynthia said as she threw the black dress in the bag to the other party: "Look for yourself, don't blame me for slandering you, I have evidence."

Chris put down the paintbrush calmly. She first touched the texture of the dress with her hand and found no problem with the material.

Then she brought the dress to her nose and sniffed it, wondering why there was such an indescribable smell.

She put down the dress and asked in confusion, "Who has worn this dress?"

Cynthia shook her legs out of boredom: “Only I and Yvonne have worn it, what’s wrong?”

Chris was silent for a moment and said, "Nothing, this may be my fault. I will have my people conduct a detailed investigation later. As compensation, I will give you a dress with top-notch workmanship and materials."

In fact, she just smelled the scents of three people, two of which belonged to women, but the strange smell belonged to a man.

More importantly, all three scents are very fresh and apparently do not last more than a day.

Then it would be very easy to find the last person. All we had to do was call the waiter and the manager of the dress shop and ask them, and we would know who Yvna went to the dress shop with that day.

In order to prevent Cynthia from going berserk, Chris plans to conceal the truth before finding out the results. Her intuition tells her that this matter is not simple.

“Two sets!”

Cynthia proudly held up two fingers and said, "I rushed back to the royal city to help you. It's not too much to bring a dress."

"it is good."

Chris responded and picked up the paintbrush again to paint on the drawing board: "By the way, what did the old dean say?"

Cynthia jumped up with the help of the armrest of the chair and walked towards Chris. "The old dean said he won't get involved. As long as the kingdom is not destroyed, he won't take any action. He is determined to reach the eighth level, so he won't come forward to help you. Just give up."

Chris sighed quietly, "What a pity. If he was willing to help, our situation would be much better."

The deterrent effect brought by a seventh-level strongman will be unprecedented. If he can gain the support of the old dean, then his chances of success will reach 90%.

The situation in the Norman Kingdom was more serious than expected. It was no exaggeration to say that it was plagued by internal and external troubles.

Internally, the duke and prince are short-sighted and selling out their country; externally, warlords are fighting for power and the smoke of war is everywhere. The demons that have been silent for a thousand years are showing signs of revival. If the Norman Kingdom is not handled properly, the destruction of the kingdom may occur at any time.

The biggest crisis is the demon territory bordering the kingdom, which is difficult to resist with the military strength of the Norman Kingdom alone.

In fact, the Holy See of Light on the side of the Human Alliance will send a saint to support, but the condition is to allow them to preach and provide 100,000 living people as sacrifices.

Preaching was acceptable, but it was absolutely impossible for Chris to offer her people as sacrifices to the Holy See of Light. However, the Second Prince and Duke Laust agreed to it privately without the permission of the old king.

What she had to do was to eliminate the Second Prince's power before the Saint of the Holy See of Light arrived.

To be honest, it's hard.

While thinking, Cynthia, who walked to Chris's side, suddenly said, "Hey, what a revealing dress. Your dress is so revealing that it reaches your thighs. Aren't you afraid of exposing yourself?

It seems like the dresses you designed are all very sexy, but you never wear them yourself. If I remember correctly, you always wear long dresses, and you never even show your shoulders.

Tsk tsk tsk, he seems so conservative on the surface, but he actually hides a fierce tiger in his heart."

Chris suppressed her annoyance and said softly, "I want to wear it, but I don't know who to wear it to, isn't it the same for you?

You are absorbed in magic, while I am burdened by the affairs of the kingdom. I would think about them every late night and then suffer from insomnia all night long.

Just kidding, I haven't had a good night's sleep for a month. If my mental strength wasn't high enough, I would have collapsed long ago."

Sometimes she wanted to wear cooler clothes, but because of her status as a princess, she couldn't do that.

So she could only send the dresses she designed to dress shops and sell them to noble ladies with flamboyant personalities.

When she was alone, she would occasionally indulge herself, such as trying on clothes in the bedroom, maintaining the habit of sleeping naked for a long time, or lying in front of the mirror to admire her beautiful body.

The greater the responsibility, the greater the pressure. The long-term restraint has stretched Chris's spirit to the limit, and she urgently wants to vent all the irritability in her heart.

But there were few people in the Norman Kingdom who were worthy of her, so she could only wear a mask of gentleness and elegance all day long.

Cynthia sorted out her thoughts and sighed, "I can understand how difficult it is for you. I don't know much about the kingdom, so I won't talk nonsense, but are you really going to consider Ron's matter again?

He is just a fairly good young man. The blow from his family is already big enough for him. If he is dragged into the vortex of power struggle, he is likely to collapse.

As a close friend, I will do my best to help you in other areas, but as Yvonne's beloved aunt, I must intervene in Ron's affairs."

The main reason she came to see Chris tonight was about Ron. She hoped that he would change his mind before the dance started.

Chris shook her head and walked to the window. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and said, “You just asked me if I was short of money. Now I can give you a positive answer.

Yes, I was very short of money, so he was the best entry point.

I can give him shelter and resources, and if Ron is really good, he can even get my body and become my nominal spouse.

No matter how you look at it, this is a mutually beneficial transaction. As for Ivna, I can only say sorry. "

Cynthia raised her eyebrows in displeasure: “What if he doesn’t perform well?”

Chris looked at a figure at the entrance and said, "Then take him in as your retainer. I don't need any trash."

......

"Ok?"

Before entering the hall, Ron noticed a gaze hidden in the dark. He turned around and looked around but couldn't find the source of the gaze.

'Very strong, at least a sixth-level magician.'

After harvesting Bella's attributes in the afternoon, his mental power reached 220 points and entered the fifth level.

Since the other party was able to evade his perception, it meant that he was superior to him mentally.

Who is it?

He thought about it in his mind and had some guesses.

Putting his doubts deep in his heart, Ron strode into the banquet hall. The lively atmosphere hit him. Yvna whispered a few words to him and then went to chat with the noble girl she knew.

She wanted to see how Ron would deal with the nobles' difficulties.

There were less than ten minutes left before the ball officially started, and neither the eldest princess nor Penny showed up. Right now, the most senior person in the hall was the second prince.

The moment Ron appeared, the second prince immediately came over with two glasses of red wine, and Byron followed him happily.

The eyes of the others followed the Second Prince and converged on Ron. Those who knew about the situation raised their glasses to watch the show.

"Ron, congratulations on your election as the new head of the Royal Academy of Magic. I see you have an outstanding temperament today."

As he spoke, the second prince threw one of the poisoned wine glasses in front of Ron: "I'll treat you to a drink today. I hope you can consider me after graduation. Please rest assured that I will give you the best treatment when the time comes."

This was an invitation as well as a coercion. The Second Prince was very humble, and Ron should have accepted the glass of wine both morally and logically.

At least that's what it looks like to outsiders.

Chapter 36: Gentle eyes, like a dream

'What will he do?'

Ivna was inexplicably nervous.

The weasel has no good intentions when it pays a New Year's visit to the chicken. Anyone with a discerning eye can guess that there is something wrong with this glass of wine.

But the Second Prince had already lowered his posture so much, and if Ron chose to refuse, he would be denying face to the Second Prince, who could use this as an excuse to attack and suppress him.

If you agree, you are gambling with your life, which is tantamount to handing over the power of life and death to the enemy.

This was an open conspiracy. Unable to prove that there was something wrong with the wine, Ron was caught in a dilemma.

She pressed her palm against her chest and let it sink in, her heart beating fast, and even she had to admit that she was worried about Ron.

It wasn't a matter of life and death, but simply out of worry. Ron's figure had long been imprinted in her soul.

Come to think of it, how did you fall in love with him in the first place?

First of all, she is good-looking and has a deep temperament, which really touches her heart. Ivna is a complete face control.

The moment they met, she wanted to lock Ron up and bully him severely. She wanted to see him look pitiful, and she wanted to see him wag his tail and try his best to please her.

Unfortunately, I was the one who lost in the end.

Yvna fixed her eyes on Ron. She found that he was smiling. He smiled very easily, as if the Second Prince and others could not put any pressure on him.

It’s over, and I seem to be even more excited.

In contrast to Yvna, Byron was smiling happily. In his opinion, no matter what choice Ron made, he could not avoid being criticized.

Even if he becomes a coward now, he will still be attacked and killed after leaving the castle.