Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

"Brother Floyd, can you lend me your memory?" Looking at Arthur who seemed lost in thought, Maureen turned his attention to Floyd who was rehearsing how to explain to Mernadette the changes in the trees on both sides of the road.

"Oh, you can see for yourself. But if you dare to damage even a little bit of the memories between me and Little White Flower, I swear I will shove my spear into your ass...valley!"

Morin ignored Floyd's threat and placed his hand on Floyd's forehead with a smile.

After a moment, his sight slowly entered the ocean of Floys's mind, and he stole all of Floys's memories about Charles and observed them carefully.

From secretly observing to the recruitment when he couldn't hold back his inner longing and was ready to sneak in here, as well as the contact in daily life.

No matter what time it was, Charles's gaze hardly changed at all.

Calm and profound.

It was as if nothing in the world could attract his attention.

The smile on Maureen's face grew even brighter.

"La la la la~" He couldn't help but hum a song.

"I knew I was right to agree to Brother Floys~"

"Not only can we find out how that young lady charmed Brother Floys, but we can also find out the secrets of our employer."

"From my experience, I never get bored for a long time~"

Arthur rolled his eyes at Maureen. Sometimes he found it difficult to understand the thoughts of these little guys - just like Maureen had difficulty understanding his aesthetic taste.

"Uncle Arthur, Uncle Floys, I'm going to go protect our employer. See you later."

"Hey! Don't play too much, Floyd will be really angry." Arthur couldn't help but remind him.

He knew how boring Morin was, and how terrible Floyd could be when he got angry.

After Floyd's incoherent description and the conversation just now, he could temporarily summarize the simple and complex relationships in the manor.

Floyd cares a lot about Mernadette, and Mernadette and Charles care about each other.

If Morin did something strange that caused problems in Charles, and then the little girl named Melnadé was sad, then the probability of Floyds going berserk would be very high.

He didn't want to see Floyds and Morin fighting.

"Don't worry, I know my limits~"

You have no sense of propriety.

If you had any sense, Duke Morinland wouldn't have forced you to reveal the shameful fact that he's cuckolded and none of his sons are his own, and would even issue a nationwide warrant for your arrest—he doesn't even hate adulterers this much...

Morin felt that Arthur's worries were completely unnecessary. How could a "pure and gentle" person like him cause such a big mess?

The previous wanted cases were all misunderstandings - although there were quite a few misunderstandings.

But Morin said none of them were related to him.

Perhaps because he was too happy, Morin overlooked some things.

He didn't notice the change in Ciel's gaze while watching the memory.

No matter how he looked at it, Charles in Floys's memory always had his gaze vaguely on him.

Calm, profound, yet omnipresent.

God is everywhere, so people need to serve Him with the most pious attitude.

This is a favorite saying of priests and monks.

These words are not just words.

"Eyes?" Charles, who was flipping through some knight novels in the study, showed a thoughtful expression.

"A look of fear... It's been a long time since I looked at anyone with that kind of look."

"Not qualified..."

He stretched and leaned back in his chair, then snapped his fingers.

Morin, who was walking towards Charles' office, suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face was no longer as cheerful and happy as before.

"It would be more interesting to go and see the little girl who charmed Uncle Floyd, so why did I come here..." A helpless look appeared on Morin's face.

"Uncle Arthur is such a jerk. He clearly said he wasn't interested in this kind of thing, but he's still trying to compete with me for it."

"Forget it, forget it~ There's still plenty of time, no need to rush."

After talking to himself for a while, Morin dragged his lifeless body towards Charles' study.

For the extraordinary people of the thief sequence, anything can be stolen.

Matter, mind, soul, time, and even supernatural qualities.

The most terrifying thing is that when this ability falls on Charles, it doesn't even make them feel uncomfortable.

The power of destiny combined with the ability to steal can even allow Charles to take away everything from a demigod.

However, Ciel doesn't use this ability often.

He believes that identity is the only trace of everyone's existence in the world, and taking away everything from a person is a very cruel thing.

If his arrival here was not too sudden, he would not even want to take away the identity of "Charles Rocks".

Charles was leisurely reading the chivalric novels of this era in his study, but Moroston was in turmoil because of him.

Endsworth, Perozzi, and even Theresa thought of Floyd as a madman when they first saw him.

But they all suppressed the thoughts in their hearts - because in their hearts it was impossible.

It is impossible for a madman who does whatever he thinks to be as obedient as Floyds to pick up and drop off a little girl from school every day.

They just thought that the two men looked a bit alike. After all, no one had ever seen a madman in neat clothes.

But this time, Peroz could truly confirm Floyd's identity.

At the same time, because of Dral's death, some things could no longer be concealed.

An earl, a sixth-rank noble, was involved in a dispute between the Academy and the House of Lords, and he had also committed many crimes before that.

Even with the House of Lords' lenient attitude towards its own people, his actions basically sentenced him to death.

But Dral can die.

But one must die clearly.

Victor St. York personally took the opportunity to briefly revisit the place where Dral died, showing the entire process of his death to the House of Lords.

But after that, no one was interested in the process of his death anymore. Their attention was all attracted by Floyds, Antilia, Arthur and Maureen.

"After the miracle, all kinds of people jumped out..." Prince Victor's expression was a little gloomy.

After the miracle, the status of the Kingdom of York has risen significantly. Before the identity and strength of the Charles are confirmed, it will basically become an unconquered country.

This non-taxation applies not only to external parties, but also to internal parties.

Other countries will not wage war here, and they cannot wage war on other countries.

This made many people very dissatisfied with the god, but in this era where fists are the truth, they knew how to suppress their inner dissatisfaction.

but now...

Apart from some big countries and organizations sending people here, why do all kinds of monsters and demons have to come out?

Do you really think they are just eating for free?

"Madman, Witch of Original Sin, Butcher, Windmill..."

"Perhaps we can use them as targets to let others know that our country is not a place where they can set foot casually." The York family has been here for thousands of years.

From a small country with only one city to one of the top three countries in the East Continent, they also have their own blood and energy.

"Hey, I don't care about anything else...I don't agree with this." Doug Severus, who had been sitting in the middle of the council hall with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

"Severus!" Prince Victor looked at the other party with a majestic gaze, but Doug seemed not to see his gaze.

"You know what I care about most. What I'm most grateful for." Doug showed a crazy and twisted smile on his face.

"Is it because I haven't taken action for too long...Is everyone forgetting something..."

Overnight, Doug, having learned of Teresa's situation, returned from the battlefield thousands of miles away. After ensuring Teresa's safety, he single-handedly broke into the prison where the men who had accompanied Dral in the attack on Teresa were being held (those men had been imprisoned immediately after being brought back by Peroz), and then killed them in the most brutal way possible.

Doug did not stop after that, and the Mitt family has completely become history today.

Whether it was the women, servants, or even some employees who were close to the Mitte family, they all became thorns in Doug's side.

"Calm down." A pair of hands were placed on his shoulders. The speaker was Alberk McWill, the dean of the Royal Academy of Moroston. "You saw the footage too. From the very beginning, Dellar didn't really intend to hurt little Theresa."

"Who cares what he thinks? I only look at the results."

"The result is that Theresa encountered danger."

"Hehehe... I remember many people promised me things before I left." Doug's smile was ferocious and terrifying. The people around him couldn't help but slowly move their positions.

"I was told that my family would never be in danger."

"So what was yesterday?"

At this moment, Doug was like an angry lion. Even when facing people with higher status and strength than him, he showed his fangs.

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Chapter 133: Good things? Bad things?

"It was just an accident!" Victor frowned and felt a little annoyed.

At this time, he should have been making final negotiations in Hotlat with several countries that invaded the Kingdom of York.

but...

Severus's actions forced him to stop this behavior.

In his mind...the damage caused by the crazy Severus is much greater than the benefits he can gain by scheming here.

"Accident?"

"Hahaha... I never believe that there are such things as accidents in the world!" Doug's expression became even more ferocious.

"I know what you call me in secret." He tried to keep his expression calm, but the smile on his face gave the others around him a chill.

"A mad dog, or a mad man."

"It's just that because of that guy's appearance, the title of madman has gradually fallen on him."

"But...that guy has gradually disappeared recently. Perhaps it won't be long before this title will return to me again." His expression had returned to calm, and his tone sounded as if he was joking.

but...

No one would think he was joking. What happened in the past was a long time ago, but no one would forget it.

"What else do you want to do? You have already executed all the members of the Mitt family. Do you want to kill everyone here?" Victor said angrily.

If it weren't for the oath between the royal family and the pure-blood nobles, as well as the power of Severus' family.

Sometimes, Victor really wants to punch the opponent's head off.

"If something is really wrong with Theresa, maybe this is actually possible."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Looking at the two people who were somewhat at odds with each other, Alberk couldn't help but stand up.

He was a little helpless.

This is clearly a dirty business among you nobles, why do you want to involve me?

Do you know how busy I am? There are so many books in the library that I haven’t finished reading yet, and they call me to attend meetings all day long.

If it weren't for the college's funding, Alberque really didn't want to get involved in these matters.

"Um, has the topic gotten off track?"

"Aren't we discussing how to deal with the dangerous people who entered Moroston because of that madman?"

Victor snorted coldly, "In short, my opinion is to gather all our strength and kill them without mercy."

"Every one of them deserves to die."

There is no doubt about this. Whether from the perspective of secular law or extraordinary tacit understanding, their behavior is not tolerated.