Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

My father is guarding outside with two fifth-level warriors.

Byron: 'Damn you Ron, you're screwed!'

Ron saw everyone's expressions. To him, the current situation was not even a situation.

Rather than the multiple-choice questions about red wine, he was more concerned about whether or not to kill the second prince directly. Killing the latter meant breaking one of Duke Laust's arms.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I will consider it if the day comes."

Ron smiled and reached out to take the wine glass.

"Oh!"

It was at this moment that Byron suddenly slipped and his body uncontrollably crashed into the second prince.

"Wow!"

The bright red wine spilled all over the second prince, and the glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Ron, the instigator, pretended to be angry and said, "Mr. Byron, what do you mean? I thought we were friends, but you are trying to put me in an unfair position.

It's fine if you don't want me to clink glasses with His Highness, but why did you dirty His Highness's clothes and bring shame to the royal family?

Do you take His Highness seriously by doing this?"

Byron panicked. He immediately knelt on the ground and pulled up Harris's pants and said, "Your Highness, this is none of my business, Your Highness. I don't know why my feet suddenly slipped. This is really none of my business!

My loyalty to you is evident to all, and I have absolutely no intention of embarrassing you!"

In Byron's opinion, he was distracted for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he had already slipped and fallen.

"roll!"

The gloomy-looking second prince kicked Byron to the ground and said, "You are a jerk who is always causing trouble but not doing anything good. What's wrong with me drinking a glass of wine with Mr. Ron? Do you still want to compete for his favor?

It's shameful. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? He is the new chief of the Royal Academy of Magic and the future pillar of the kingdom.

And you, you are just a waste who just reached the first level, what qualifications do you have to compare with Mr. Ron! "

Harris cleared himself of all ties with just a few simple sentences, thus maintaining his own reputation.

I have to say that this second prince is quite something.

Seeing this, Ron pretended to plead, "Your Highness, don't be angry. I think Lord Byron was just blinded by greed for a moment and his crime is not punishable by death. Just cut off one of his arms as a punishment."

Byron: “???”

Damn Ron is determined to harm him!

Byron was gritting his teeth in hatred, but he couldn't do anything to Ron.

The second prince, Harris, was a little embarrassed: "This..."

"Since Your Highness feels a little embarrassed, then you can leave this matter to me!"

Ron showed a cruel smile and walked quickly to Byron's side. He pulled Byron's wrist with one hand and stepped on Byron's back with the other hand and said, "Sir Byron, please don't blame me. I had to do this to save your life."

Byron's heart was filled with fear: "Wait, Ron, what do you want to do?"

The second prince realized that something was wrong and quickly said, "Ron, stop..."

"Crack!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a sound of bone breaking in Byron's shoulder.

"Pfft!"

The next second, Ron twisted his arm hard and Byron's arm left his body.

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled your mission. I have retrieved Byron's arm for you. I hope you can spare his life. I believe this was just an accident. Next time, Byron will never dare to do it again."

Ron handed the bloody arm to the second prince, intending for the latter to take it.

His Royal Highness the Prince treated me to a drink, so it wouldn't be too much for him to help, right?

There was a large stain of blood on his face, and to Harris, Ron's smile was particularly terrifying.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Ah! My hand! My hand..."

Drops of scarlet blood dripped from Byron's broken arm and stained the smooth floor. Byron's screams echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ron, and the seeds of fear were planted in their hearts.

For the young nobles present, the scene was so brutal and bloody that many of them even vomited while holding onto the pillars.

At this moment, the second prince's expression was extremely gloomy.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Are you dissatisfied? That's right. Byron has given you only one arm in exchange for your kindness. That's too light. I'm going to tear off his other arm right now. Please wait a moment, Your Highness."

Ron raised his leg to give chase.

"enough!"

Harris took the broken arm with a roar: "This punishment is enough. I think Byron has realized his mistake. But your behavior is not appropriate. Byron is my man. Even if you want to punish him, I should do it by myself.

Sir Ron, you are being too disrespectful to me by torturing me privately. Do you still have me as your highness in your heart?"

he is very angry.

He wasn't mad about Byron losing his arm, he was mad about being punched in the face by Ron.

What Ron did was tantamount to slapping himself in the face in front of everyone. His behavior was like saying, "Look, you can't protect anything."

The second prince became angrier and angrier. He threw the severed arm to the ground and stomped on it several times.

Byron, who was crying on the ground, was stunned when he saw this scene: "?!!"

"Alas, I didn't expect that my enthusiasm would be misunderstood by His Highness."

Ron looked at the broken arm on the ground, shook his head and sighed, "Well, I won't stop Your Highness from killing Byron. Please do as you please, I will just pretend that I didn't see anything.

But I would like to remind Your Highness that you should be nicer to your subordinates in the future. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

Second Prince: “???”

Harris cursed Ron's shamelessness in his heart. When did he want to kill Byron? Wasn't it you, Ron, who wanted to kill Byron from the beginning to the end? !

If he hadn't been in public, he would have killed someone immediately.

I thought Ron was just a little brat getting in the way, but in the end, I was the clown.

He couldn't hold it in any longer, and he wanted to take action regardless of his status, but he couldn't.

Harris looked behind Ron and saw the figure of the eldest princess Chris who had been standing there for a while, her eyes full of admiration.

Even if he tried to force himself, Chris would stop him. Harris asked himself that in a head-on confrontation, even if there were a hundred of him, he would not be a match for this enchanting sister.

That’s so fucked up!

For the first time as a prince, he experienced what it felt like to have troubles that he couldn't express.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart. This was Chris's home ground and he couldn't act rashly.

"Okay, very good, I'll remember your reminder."

Harris glanced at the dress stained by red wine and said, "Excuse me, I'm going to change my clothes first. We can have a drink together later if we have a chance. I hope Mr. Ron will give me some face."

Ron took half a step aside to make way for the door: "Sure."

His gesture was no different from the second prince pointing at the door and saying "Get out!"

"Take Byron away from me, he is such a disgrace." The angry Second Prince had to vent his anger on Byron.

A moment later, the second prince and his group left the hall with Byron, who had lost his arm.

After solving the small problem, Ron looked at the young nobles in the hall with a smile on his face, but anyone who met his gaze would lower their head in fear.

By solving the trouble at the source and suppressing the second prince head-on, he now has the capital to get along with them on an equal footing.

No, his status is even a little bit higher.

The princess in a long dress walked gracefully to Ron's side and handed him a handkerchief: "Want to wipe it? Your face is covered in blood."

Her eyes are full of tenderness, and just one glance can make people fall in love with them.

Like the softest cloud, gentleness reaches its extreme and becomes illusory. Even though you know it is fake, you don’t want to wake up.

"Thank you."

Ron looked at the most beautiful woman in the kingdom and took the handkerchief generously.

Chapter 37 Forced Kissing of the Princess

Chris, the most beautiful woman in the Norman Kingdom, is 26 years old and is at the most mature stage of her life.

If Cynthia is a ripe peach, then she is the spring full of colorful flowers. Her every frown and smile is full of intelligence and tenderness, and the soft whispers that touch the heart nourish the tired spirit.

She was wearing a light-colored long skirt that only revealed her fair arms and delicate neck. It was obviously the most monotonous dress, but on her it gave people an indescribable charm.

Elegant and natural, as if born noble.

Tall figure, seductive curves, beautiful face, noble temperament, soft and gentle figure... countless beautiful adjectives stacked together to form Ron's first impression of her.

Chris is a beauty with no blind spots.

But the most unique thing about her is her temperament. Her every move gives people an extremely gentle experience.

Ron, who is well aware of the fickleness of human nature, knows that it is a disguise, but he just can't hate it. This is her unique charm.

It was rumored that she had received tens of thousands of love letters, and that kings from several kingdoms favored her.

She is unique in her talent for magic.

Even Ron had heard of Chris's legend: she reached level one at the age of twelve, level two at the age of thirteen, level three at the age of fifteen, level four at the age of seventeen, level five at the age of twenty, and level six at the age of twenty-three...

Such an incredible speed of advancement is rarely matched in the entire continent.

It’s a pity that she is too young and does not have the strength to dominate everything at the moment.

[Name: Chris]

[Status: Hypnotizable]

【Spirit:? ? ? 】

【quality:? ? ? 】

[Evaluation: A daughter of destiny, she will be able to reach the realm of a magic god in time. ]

[Reminder: The difference in mental power between the two parties is too great. Forced hypnosis may cause accidents. The estimated duration of hypnosis will not exceed half a minute, and the effect is not perfect. Please use with caution. ]

Ron raised his eyebrows when he saw Chris's message. This princess was even better than the rumors said.

It’s interesting to say, in the morning he witnessed Bella who possessed the appearance of a God of Magic, and in the evening he met Chris who was within reach of the God of Magic. Does this mean that the God of Magic is not a rare existence?

The realm of the God of Law corresponds to the ninth level. Even those with extremely outstanding talents will have to spend hundreds of years to have a slight chance to climb to this level.

It was a shocking discovery that two seeds of the god of law appeared in such a small Norman Kingdom.

Turning his attention back to the eldest princess, according to Ron's estimation, her spirit and magic might be over seven hundred, at least three times as much as his.

It would be fine if the hypnosis process could be completely controlled, but if it is not perfect, it is easy to put yourself in danger.

For safety reasons, Chris cannot force his way through this copy, he has to use his wits to do it.

"Am I pretty?"

Chris saw Ron's eyes looking at her delicate body, so she lifted her skirt and asked openly.

"She is worthy of her reputation as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. I can never forget her after just one look."

Ron wiped the blood off his face and folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket: "Thank you for the handkerchief, Princess. I will return it to you after I wash it next time."

Chris smiled and didn't refuse: "Okay, remember to come find me."

Only by borrowing and giving can the relationship be deepened. Ron's performance just now was far beyond her expectations.

She had never thought that her brother, who was so concerned about his reputation, would be humiliated in front of Ron.

How did he do that?