The Count of Ile de France could not move, and even no fingers could be followed by his command.

The Count of Ile de France could not speak, and the words came to his throat, evaporating in the desert like water.

Mary asked him to sit down, and he sat obediently on the chair. He could not make any struggle, and even his thinking seemed to be pinned.

This is the monster condensed by the sins of Mary and the Carolingian clan from generation to generation.

Her only beauty is gender, and it is difficult for women to take on the heavy responsibility of the Carolingian clan. But once she takes the blame to Wayus, no one can disobey her orders.

She sat in front of the Earl of Ile de France, combed his hair, shaved his beard, and put on makeup.

"Brother and I really look very similar."

On Mary's still tender face, she squeezed a bright smile. She used an eyebrow pencil to outline the face of the Count of Ile de France, each stroke was very gentle. The perfume on her body was sweet and penetrated into the nose of the Count of Ile de France. She quickly picked up the same perfume and sprayed it on the Count of Ile de France.

Her movements were very slow, very slow. During this period, she stopped meaninglessly several times and looked at the face of the Count of Ile de France. Her watery eyes blinked, and in the blink of an eye, she carefully looked at the Count of Ile de France.

As time passed by, the Count of Ile de France could not move, as if he was sitting on pins and needles, but Mary was not in a hurry at all.

But she seemed to be enjoying—or, tightly grasping the last time.

But such time is destined not to last.

Through the window, you can see soldiers running below. The bodies of the soldiers have been found, and soon, the Palace of Versailles will be surrounded by real army.

Mary once again carefully observed the Earl of France's face, and then added a few strokes to his face.

"Although we look very good, my brother has not learned the skills of disguise. You must be careful when leaving, lower your head, don't let too many people see it, and don't talk. Once you speak, others will know that you are a man."

After doing all this, she carefully selected a set of clothes from the cabinet and placed it on the knee of the Count of Ile de France.

"My brother has been helping me dress before. I used to help me put on it today. However, it seems that there is no time left. If you are a brother, you should be able to wear these clothes yourself, right?"

After saying these words, she turned around and took out another set of clothes from the closet. She wore when she pretended to be the Earl of France and had been kept in good condition.

Then, in front of the Earl of Ile de France, she took off all her clothes one by one.

"Beautiful?"

She turned naked and smiled at the Count of Ile de France.

Then she began to put the clothes of the Count of Ile de France on her body.

She put on the white stockings of the Count of Ile de France.

She put on the high heels of the Count of Ile de France.

She hung the etiquette sword around her waist, adding a bit of heroic spirit to herself.

She put her hair down and put it on her shoulders.

Then, she began to remove her makeup in front of the mirror and put on her makeup again.

Finally, she stepped on the expensive dress she threw to the ground and came step by step to the Earl of France.

The Count of Ile de France was confused because the person standing in front of him seemed to be completely himself.

She looked at the makeup of the Count of Ile de France again, nodded again, as if she was very satisfied with her work.

Outside the window, a large group of soldiers had approached the downstairs and entered the palace in batches.

Mary opened her arms, and this time, she held the Earl of Ile de France in her arms.

"Brother, although everyone calls you the Earl of Ile-de-France, I know you are just pretending to be crazy and stupid."

Her breath scratched the earl of the Count of Ile de France.

"You defeated Ragner Lord Brock, and everyone thought it was a story, but I firmly believed it."

"It's not just this, I believe everything you say to me."

"Remember, in my eyes, you have always been the best brother in the world."

The sound of footsteps had already appeared in the corridor and was constantly approaching here.

"Remember, don't look up or make noise. Just hide under the bed. Even if you are caught, don't be absolutely necessary. Don't use magic. Because I'm just a weak girl."

As she said that, Mary smiled again. But she quickly restrained her smile, pushed the Earl of Ile de France backwards, and opened the door.

"By the way, brother."

Grasping the door frame and facing the Earl of Ile de France, Mary said lightly:

"As a member of the Carolingian clan, I actually noticed my destiny."

"But even so, I don't hate you. I have made many unreasonable requests, but my brother did it all for me without exception."

"Sometimes, I would also think that maybe my brother is a canary, and I am the cage that traps my brother."

"I don't know if this idea is absurd. But after I die, this cage will be broken, right?"

"I have heard a story from the East: A minister asked the king, saying, 'There is a big bird in the country that stops in the king's courtyard. It does not fly or sing for three years. Why is this bird?'?"

"And the king replied to the minister, "It is a bird. If it does not fly, it will be soaring into the sky; if it does not sing, it will be soaring."

"Brother, the cage has been broken. Go out and become a better man who is not inferior to that Carl Carolin!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed the door and left.

A group of soldiers rushed from the other side of the corridor, and the number of people blocked the corridor.

Ruka rushed to the front. Seeing Mary coming from afar, she immediately drew her sword and pointed it at Mary:

"Earl of Ile-de-France! You have nowhere to escape, just surrender!"

Mary smiled. She didn't say anything else, she untied the sword directly and threw it to the ground.

The next moment, she was pressed to the ground by the soldiers who rushed up.

The remaining soldiers bypassed her and rushed into Mary's bedroom.

"There is still someone under the bed!" they shouted.

"This is my sister." Mary raised her head and stared at Luka coldly, "Do you really want to kill them all?"

For some reason, Luka felt that this look was frightening.

"Don't worry about the others," Luca said, "The Count of Ile-de-France has been captured, let's go!"

"But……"

"No, but! We are rebels, not bandits!" Luca shouted, "There are faults and the debts are the masters. Our target is the Earl of Ile-de-France. No other irrelevant persons are allowed to move! Even his sister cannot do it!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!