Hypnosis: They want to improve too much

In Chris's opinion, the wedding must take place after all the troubles are resolved, and before that she can only give some insignificant sweet treats.

In a way, Chris is actually very traditional. She wants to save the most important things for the wedding night.

But on the other hand, she has no bottom line because she uses the most important thing as a bargaining chip.

People are complicated, and this princess who is accustomed to intrigue is even more so.

Although she usually smiles very gently and gives people the feeling of the big sister next door, only she herself knows how much of it is true and how much is false.

Therefore, when interacting with Chris, Ron would rather get closer to her and catch her off guard. The best strategy is to use one's strengths to attack her weaknesses.

"How could I hate you for this? It would be a good thing for me if you could capture Penny. We don't have enough power to deal with the Grand Duke."

Chris said as she distanced herself from him. The wind tickled her ears, making her calm heart feel a little more irritated.

Ron was the first man to be so close to her, and the heat from his breath made her feel a little dizzy.

For Chris, who has been single for 26 years, love is the thing she is least good at. All she knows about love between men and women are from storybooks and biographies.

What is recorded there are all tragic stories, all of which are things that make people cry.

"To be honest, I still don't know how strong the power in Her Highness's hands is. I hope Her Highness can tell me the truth. Only in this way can I plan the next step."

Ron changed the subject and pressed his hands on Chris's smooth shoulders: "What do you think, Princess?"

With nowhere to retreat, Chris looked at the big hand on her shoulder with some worry: "I don't have much power in my hands. Felisa of the Knights is my biggest trump card."

Ron, who knew that Chris was hiding something, pinched Chris's shoulder and said, "Then I can assume that the Royal Knights are under your control, right?"

Chris pretended to be weak and showed a pitiful expression: "That's about it. The power in my hands is really weak."

Ron nodded. "That's great. Next, I'll ask Her Royal Highness to dispatch members of the Knights to attack the mine defenders."

"Are you crazy?"

Chris, who had no time to act, looked at Ron as if he was a fool. "Duke Laust has been running the mining area for several years. Not only are there his private soldiers all over the area, but there are also countless large-scale magic arrays for defense. Isn't it like hitting a rock with an egg if you ask me to use the Knights to attack the turtle shell?"

Ron tapped Chris's forehead with his finger and said, "No, I just wonder why Her Royal Highness, who only has this little power, would want to take over the giant mine. This is irrational and unreasonable, so I really want to know what Her Royal Highness is hiding from me.

Just like you are curious about what happened between me and Penny, I am also curious about how long Her Royal Highness will continue to lie to me."

Chris's eyes flickered, and she stared closely at Ron's eyes, as if she was trying to find something in his eyes.

After a few breaths, Chris said faintly, "I'm sorry, I do lack strength, so before this I maintained a cooperative relationship with the Third Prince. At least we were allies before we dealt with the Second Prince and Duke Laust.

If I want to seize the mineral vein at the lowest cost, I have to rely on the army of the Norman Kingdom, and the military power of the kingdom is in the hands of the third prince's biological father.

We agreed beforehand that after we take over the mineral vein, we would divide it in a ratio of 4:4:2."

Ron looked strange. "Wait, my mind is a little confused. Isn't the third prince your brother? Then who is his biological father?"

Chris looked embarrassed: "He is indeed my brother, but he is my half-brother. His mother is a princess in the palace, but his father is the current general of the kingdom and a seventh-level strongman."

Ron couldn't help but ask, "Does the old king know about this?"

"He knew, but he could only pretend that he didn't know. With the military power in the hands of the general, he could only suppress his anger. But he deserved it, because Harris's mother was the general's childhood sweetheart, and his father had done a lot of stupid things. He had contributed greatly to the chaos in the royal family."

Chris buried her head, and in order to dispel Ron's worries, she told him all the scandals in her family.

Ron could only give a thumbs up to show his respect: "Your circle is really messy. I have to admit defeat. Also, I want to know, what percentage of the profit share that Her Royal Highness the Princess just mentioned do I get?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Chris lowered her head even lower when she heard this, almost resting her chin on her chest: "20%..."

"That's good. I almost became the one you sold out and helped you count the money."

Ron tapped Chris's forehead hard and said, "So from now on, I hope the Princess Palace will completely cut off cooperation with the Third Prince. As for the mine, you only need to dispatch the Knights to the vicinity to carry out the final cleanup work. I will take care of the rest."

"Well!"

Chris covered her forehead in pain and asked, "Why?"

"It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. When the general's army arrives, do you think you can really get 40% of the resources? You are not as powerful as him. When your common enemy is dealt with, the next person to be liquidated will be you."

Ron subconsciously wanted to knock Chris's forehead again, but the latter blocked it with her hand first. He had no choice but to pat her head and said:

"Perhaps you have other plans, but I doubt it. Rather than calling back the restless troops, I would rather handle this matter myself.

Your Highness, just take your people and watch from a distance. I will personally destroy the bandit group."

He wanted revenge with his own hands, he wanted to take back what belonged to him, and that group of thieves was his unique target.

Chris shook her head repeatedly, and for the first time, emotion appeared in her eyes: "No, I can't let you go deep into the tiger's den, even if you can kill a fifth-level warrior."

In her opinion, Ron's words were clearly spoken in anger, and he was simply seeking his own death.

Only Ron himself knows how much he values ​​his life.

Before going to the Duke of Lost's lair, he would not only disguise himself and change his face, but also infiltrate the thieves and become Penny's trusted assistant.

A powerful fortress will always collapse from within. Ron will use his ability to make the thieves kill each other. What he wants is to rehearse a foreplay.

The thieves were just an appetizer. With the defense map in hand, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

But he would not tell all these to Chris. He would make the latter feel guilty and self-blame. Only in this way could he get close to Chris's heart and let her relax her guard.

In order to obtain Chris's attributes, he needs an opportunity.

Thinking of this, Ron whispered, "If I die, Her Royal Highness the Princess can tell the old dean about my death. If he feels a little pity or anger in his heart, then congratulations, you will have a powerful ally from now on.

Before I leave, I will sign a management agreement with you. If something happens to me, you can stand at the commanding heights of public opinion and point fingers at Duke Laust.

I think I have shown all my sincerity by doing this. Whether it will succeed or not is up to me. I hope Your Highness can understand. "

Ron couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes when he said this. In Chris's opinion, he was clearly disappointed with his own performance.

An emotion called guilt spread in her heart. Chris quickly grabbed Ron's hand and said, "That's not what I meant. I didn't think of using your death to make a fuss. In my opinion, you are more valuable when you are alive than when you are dead.

I think there must be many misunderstandings between us, so please give me a chance and we should talk it out."

Ron followed her lead and asked, "How do you want to talk?"

Chris took a deep breath, grabbed Ron's hand and said, "Come to my house, I'll show you my sincerity."

Ron raised his eyebrows. Look, he's taken the bait.

Chapter 51 I will be responsible

Outside the eldest princess's castle, Yvonne's aunt Cynthia stood in front of the gate and hesitated for a long time.

Her mood was very complicated at this time. After noticing the abnormality last night, she asked Yvna many questions in a roundabout way, but the result was not ideal.

Yvna cheated on her and they had a fight over it.

Cynthia was in a bad mood and wanted to find someone to talk to. In her mind, Chris was the best person to talk to, so she walked to the latter's castle in a daze.

But how should I start?

"Forget it, there's no point telling her about this, I'd better go back..."

After a long time, Cynthia murmured softly and planned to go home.

However, as soon as she turned around, she saw the eldest princess' carriage convoy stopped in front of the castle, and Ron and Chris jumped off the carriage one after another.

Cynthia stopped and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in Ron.

Is there a possibility, she meant is there a possibility that the third person who appeared last night was actually Ron?

Cynthia is not stupid. If she connects it with Ivna's abnormal behavior, she can easily come to the conclusion that there was a third person in the bathroom at that time.

Based on her understanding of Yvna, she could easily deduce that Yvna was deliberately concealing the existence of someone, and the drug she added to the milk was clearly to create an opportunity for escape.

However, as luck would have it, my sudden action pulled the escaping third person into the bathtub, and then what happened next happened.

Cynthia's face turned red when she thought about herself being naked in front of Ron and the parts of her body that were kissed and bitten.

In her opinion, the third party last night was 100% Ron, because he was Yvna's only friend of the opposite sex, and only he would let Yvna deceive her as her aunt.

The good news is that his purity is preserved, and Ron only ate Yvna last night.

The bad news is that not only was my body seen naked, but it was also touched all over, and many of my first times were lost.

Cynthia stood in front of the door and bit her lip in grievance. She wanted to ask Ron for an explanation. She wanted to hear him admit it himself.

As for what happens next...she hasn't thought about it yet.

Ron jumped off the carriage and naturally saw Cynthia with pink hair. He greeted her skillfully: "Good morning, Senior Sister Cynthia. I didn't expect to see you here. We are really destined to meet."

Today, Cynthia was wearing a short skirt wrapped in white stockings, her magnificent breasts rising and falling, her mature body carrying a hint of youthfulness, like an innocent young lady who had just graduated from college not long ago, her clear eyes mingled with complex emotions.

"Yes, we are really destined to be together."

Cynthia replied with a wry smile.

Chris felt a slight headache: "Good morning Cynthia, are you here to see me? But I may be a little busy at the moment, why don't you come back in the afternoon?"

Her original plan was to show her sincerity to Ron in order to bring them closer together, but the appearance of Cynthia disrupted her plan.

"So you're kicking me out?"

Cynthia, who was furious, crossed her arms and looked at Chris coldly, "Are you trying to take this opportunity to attack Ron? If that's the case, I can't leave. I have to help Yvna keep an eye on him."

This was both her excuse to stay and the excuse she used to convince herself.

She had to ask Ron for clarification no matter what.

Chris sighed helplessly and showed an apologetic expression to Ron: "Cynthia has always been like this, I hope you don't blame me. You are always welcome in my castle. Well, you can come whenever you want."

There is a hint in this sentence that the so-called sincerity may be put aside.

Ron shrugged indifferently. At the moment, he was more concerned about Cynthia's abnormality.

Judging from the latter's performance, she seemed to have discovered something.

He had considered the possibility of being exposed, but he didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly. This was causing him trouble.

In response to Chris's explanation, Ron could only say: "I will definitely come to visit if I have time in the future. I just hope Her Royal Highness the Princess won't lock me out."

Chris smiled and said, "Just call me Chris. If you think sister is more appropriate, you can also call me Sister Chris."

Cynthia, feeling jealous, pushed Chris's shoulder and walked into the castle: "Don't chat at the gate. As a princess, you should pay attention to your image."

After many twists and turns, Ron finally arrived at the garden in the castle, which was where Chris usually rested and relaxed.

To show her sincerity, Chris planned to make tea for them herself, so only Ron and Cynthia were left in the pavilion in the garden.

"Ron, are you hiding something from me?"

Their eyes met and Cynthia asked straight to the point.

Ron's expression did not change at all. He supported his chin with one hand and asked, "What do you mean, Senior?"

Cynthia grabbed Ron's other hand as if feeling something: "Can you tell me where you were last night?"

Ron's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he was really exposed.

There was no point in making up a lie at this time, so he chose to practice Tai Chi: "I didn't expect that senior sister is so curious about me, but I'm sorry I can't answer personal privacy questions.

By the way, to thank you for your help last time, I plan to give you this box of jewelry as a gift. I hope you like it."

As he spoke, he placed the gift box he had collected in front of Cynthia.

What happened last night was initially just an accident, but the nature of things changed from the moment he was pulled into the bathtub by Cynthia.

Ron, who was in a high position, did many inappropriate things to Cynthia. He first rubbed her pride and then bit her shyness, and finally treated her as part of the burger and enjoyed a piece of lust.

He saw everything he should and shouldn't see, and he touched everything he should and shouldn't touch.

Until now he hasn't figured out how he should treat her.

Cynthia rolled her eyes at Ron and didn't let him change the subject. She moved closer to him and put her shoulders in front of him. "I don't need a gift. I just want you to rub my shoulders. If you perform well, I might even give you a reward."

She licked her cherry lips with her pink tongue, the implication of which was self-evident.

Ron put his hands on Cynthia's shoulders and asked, "Sister, do you really need me to rub your shoulders? Let me make it clear first, my control of strength is average, so don't blame me if I hurt you."

"How could I blame you? Just rub it with confidence."

Cynthia blinked her pink eyes. She needed to make a final judgment based on Ron's massage technique.

Ron nodded and silently increased the strength in his hands. Just a touch made Cynthia groan in pain.

“It hurts... it hurts so much..."

Cynthia shuddered in pain, and she knew without looking that the skin under her clothes must have been pinched red.