Does Zoe remember her parents?

She still remembers.

The unforgettable hatred never stops.

But she doesn't have to show it on her face all the time.

She is not qualified to seek revenge.

Even the most ordinary and weak cultist is enough to kill her.

She is not qualified.

By following the singer, she can gradually gain this qualification.

And now.

Ken handed Carter's phylactery to her.

This is.

Her parents' enemy...

Her parents were two ordinary people who had just moved from Santa Garcia.

Saint Garcia has started recruiting troops again and plans to declare war on the northern orc country.

They immigrated to Restoration City.

There are no constant wars here, and there are no annoying neighbors.

There are no ascetics everywhere.

This was the first festival she spent with her parents in Restoration City.

In this safest place.

On the streets, in full view of the public, families were broken up and people were killed.

Tears fell gently from the corners of Zoe's eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Ken seriously.

It's like he wants to carve Ken's face into his heart forever.

Is he doing it for himself?

For myself...

I am too weak, and I am completely different from Mr. Warlock.

"Thanks."

She spoke again, raising her head to look at Ken.

Maybe it's because of Ken.

I have been admired by Him and am willing to believe in His behavior and become a believer of angels.

She is the angel's only believer for the time being.

And she will be able to get close to Mr. Warlock soon.

if……

A faint female voice came from the center of the city.

That's a familiar voice.

The voice of a diva.

Her original voice is very pleasant, and it is a pleasure to listen to her speak.

At this time, she spoke.

She is singing hymns.

This is a poem praising the Mother Goddess for taking the world back from chaos and gradually establishing order.

It's very close to the city center.

Not loud.

It's like it's lingering in your ears, whispering.

Her singing has spread throughout the Restoration City.

But it's not loud near the center.

This is some kind of magic related to sound.

Ken patted Zoe on the shoulder and asked softly: "Are you leaving here with the singer tomorrow?"

The red-haired girl now looked down at the iron box in her hand.

She didn't cry out.

She is a strong girl.

I don't want to expose my weakness anymore.

Zoe nodded: "We'll leave tonight."

Ken's eyes were a little confused, and he asked:

"Something may happen in Restoration City recently. Why doesn't the singer plan to stay here longer?"

Obviously letting the saints stay in the city is the best deterrent.

Ken didn't know when the people from the temple who were tracking down the cultists would arrive. After all, the temple itself was not on the main plane. No matter who it was, it would take three days for them to come to the main plane.

This means that once the singer leaves, she will not be able to come back in time within three days.

But she still had to leave.

"Because He cannot stay in the main plane." Zoe said with evasive eyes: "If the saints in the temple stay in a certain place for a long time, they will disrupt the local order and may be in people's minds.

Leave a… mark on it.”

brand.

The reason why the temple was able to stand out in several holy wars.

Because it has extremely strong toughness and a very strong background.

In the first and third holy wars, which have few records, the number of paladins and priests in the temple increased exponentially. People without faith quickly became devout believers in the Mother Goddess, and soon gained extremely high status.

The power of terror.

This is the reason for the imprint that Zoe is talking about.

Ken once found this content in a book.

But that's a book about conspiracy theories.

Ken and the book's author were not convinced that the mark existed.

At this time, the saint's attendants proved to him the existence of the brand.

It's no wonder that the singer left.

"I may not be able to send you back." Ken said, "I'm still sorry, I didn't find any more clues."

He looked at Zoe seriously, as if he were looking at another version of himself, and promised: "I will try my best not to let something like this happen again."

This world is so fucked up.

Ken knows that tragedies happen all the time in every corner of this world.

Just like what Kailin said, even some people on the order side will do things on the chaos side.

Ken is not a god.

He can't do much.

But he is willing to do everything he can do well.

The sound of singing gently lingered around the two of them.

The flowers on Ken's chest swayed slightly.

People with the same fate met here, and then passed by each other.

Ken nodded, looked at the red-haired girl who had changed a lot in one day, and said goodbye:

"Goodbye, Miss Zoe."

"Goodbye, Mr. Warlock."

Zoe looked at the phylactery in her arms again.

Then he looked up at the warlock's back.

The tall figure gradually disappeared from her sight.

Mr. Warlock has done so much for her.

But she could only say thank you to him.

Weak.

It's original sin.

Will it still be like this the next time you see him?

Zoe clenched her little fists.

Next time, she must be someone who can stand beside Mr. Warlock!

A layer of golden light flashed in Zoe's eyes.

Her complexion gradually changed.

Become indifferent.

She looked in the direction of the back.

He likes singing.

It's a good thing.

The golden brilliance gradually disappeared, and Zoe lifted up her long red hair.

Can she really stand by Mr. Warlock's side?

'OK.'

Thinking of the future described to her by [Angel], she nodded.

No matter how we stand, we always stand together...

…

The spear collided with the black limbs.

Eden looked at his daughter solemnly, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Of course he knew why Amy suddenly attacked him. No matter what connection Amelia had with Amy, it had nothing to do with him.

To Amy, he is a stain on her life.

He still has a sense of who he is.

Don't tell me that you tried to kill her the last time you met her.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this time, the pressure on him from Amy was much stronger than that from Charles.

Regardless of Amy's identity, what Amy knows, and Amy's hard power.

Amy is using a marksmanship that is unorganized in a sense, but extremely dangerous.

Maybe not the marksmanship.

She predicted Eden's attack pattern.

And counter directly the way Eden would attack.

Whether it's an offensive or defensive game or a fake move, it's meaningless.

Eden had just fought with that paladin. Although he had the upper hand at the time, he still consumed a lot of power.

Eden's eyes flickered slightly, he looked behind Amy and said in a deep voice:

"Are you crazy?"

Amy looked at her father indifferently, and her eyes suddenly opened from behind Eden. He didn't dodge in time, and a blood streak opened from behind him.

Amy looked at her father in front of her ruthlessly and said coldly:

"How could I be crazy? I have not fallen so low as to be a dog for the evil god."

Her father, beautified by her mother in her childhood, was an almost perfect man.

Except for his strong obsession, he has no shortcomings.

But what was there before her eyes?

selfishness.

There was a crazy light in his eyes.

A madman who doesn't know what order is.

Originally Amy thought he was dead.

Died in that dream.

And his story should also end.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive and well under his nose.

"Eden Grote?" Amy looked at him indifferently and continued:

"William Wilder, you don't have the talent to break through the third ring at all. In order to survive, what did you do to please the evil god, let your warrior level fall from the epic level, and increase your warlock level?"

Eden retreated sharply, grabbing the ground with the huge claws that grew in mid-air, and a seal lit up in front of his eyes.

[Four Rings·Flying]

His body seemed to be freed from the constraints of gravity, hiding in hidden traps one after another.

My own daughter Amy can predict things.

But there are limits to the time period she can predict and the weird eyes she can open.

And he can only avoid it, this is not a dream, it is not his home ground, and Amy is not so easily pulled into a dream.

Eden kept avoiding.

As long as you relax for a moment, you will be controlled, and then your whole person will be swallowed up.

As for Amy's question?

What did he do?

There are too many things like that.

How come you still remember!

That kind of thing doesn't matter to him at all.

No matter what, I can't stay here any longer.

There are some things that are very important to Eden here, but Eden knows that their importance is definitely not as important as his own life.

The corner of Eden's mouth quirked, he remembered something, and asked: "Speaking of which, my daughter, do you still remember the pretty boy who was with you last time?"

Amy narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly:

"What do you want to say?"

"He is a good man, handsome, and very talented. You have to know that the 26-year-old three-ring warlock... uh..."

Eden narrowly dodged the spear that was shot at him.

That was what Amy threw.

It scratched his face.

"Don't be so excited..." Eden chuckled and said: "I know my daughter may be older than him, but your life span is much longer than his. Maybe he will die of old age in the future, and you can still be in his grave.

forward……"

His words stopped.

Amy's purple eyes became cloudy.

Eden felt a destructive and strange force filling his surroundings.

Ah...a familiar feeling.

The transition from one force to another takes time.

Eden's body instantly disappeared, and he was waiting for this gap.

If there is a gap, he can escape!

He looked down at Amy and mocked:

"It's such a pity. Let's talk about old times next time, my dear daughter... By the way, I still have a deal with that pretty boy, so I'll give it to you..."

The moment he left.

A purple smoke filled the space, and Amy's eyes became even colder.

Let him escape.

The power of the dream priest is enough to allow him to enter the dream after a brief chant. The next time he wants to see him, he can only do so during that ceremony!

This power is like...

Amy's palm touched her lower abdomen, her eyes a little confused.

Just like Mr. Ken.

Mr. Ken once took her with him to the world of dreams, which was the same as Eden's power.

The agreement between Mr. Ken and Eden?

Is Mr. Ken a cultist?

Amy's eyes became inexplicably cloudier.

Her eyes saw more.

The more she saw, the less clear she became about the true face of the world.

Amy looked towards the mansion behind her.

There are many things hidden here.

She walked to the door of the house and placed her palm on the security door.

Give it a gentle tug.

The security door twisted directly and was torn apart by her.

There are indeed traces of Mr. Ken.

She looked towards the sofa.

Mr. Ken sat there.

Mr. Ken...

Amy shook her head.

She believed that Mr. Ken would not believe in evil gods.

After all, Mr. Ken...

She thought about the facilities in Ken's home.

The desecrated furniture one after another, the monsters hiding in the shadows.

Mr. Ken's technique.

Mr. Ken's next-door neighbor, the half-elf-like Karen.

Little by little distrust emerged from the bottom of her heart trying to break her thinking.

"What are you talking about, idiot." Amy patted her pretty face with both hands.

How could you not trust him?

She is obviously the same as him.

Amy looked at the mirror.

There is no reflection of myself in the mirror, and Amy is nowhere to be found in the future.

But Amy knew that her eyes were chaotic.

That has deviated from the proper color.

"He is a father who alienates his daughter and son-in-law." Amy slowly looked down.

One trace after another in the house appeared before her eyes.

Mr. Ken came in tiredly from outside the house, carrying a broken umbrella.

Then, he gave many things to Iden, and Iden also exchanged things with him.

After Ken left, Eden...

Amy's little feet touched the high-grade wooden floor. She stepped to the center of the living room and gently twisted the handle of the seat.

The floor made a mechanical clicking sound, and a staircase appeared in front of her.

She took a step forward.

The smell of disinfectant is everywhere in the house.

This is what a research warlock's laboratory should smell like.

There are many bottles and cans here.

There are many limbs and organs inside, including those of humans, goblins, elves, orcs, and even gray dwarves.

It seems that Eden Groat has been lying in wait here for a long time.

Among them, a jar containing a complete human being appeared in front of Amy.

Amy frowned.

The appearance of the people inside was very familiar to her.

Just like her father.

This is my father before he had plastic surgery.

This is……

Amy knew that she had an uncle, who was her father's younger brother.

From Dupont's play, Amy saw his existence, but she didn't expect him...

When her eyes saw the label on the jar, her pupils shrank instantly.

【William Wilder】

This is her father's name.

…

The singing has ended.

This song comes from the temple and can purify the evil forces in the city.

But some evil forces put on the shell of order and escaped purification.

This is the underground mansion of the Alik family.

A one-eyed goblin sits in an iron cage.

Like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

Andy also heard the singing.

This healing song healed his internal injuries and prevented him from dying of blood loss in the dungeon of the Alik family.

But what's the use?

He is still going to die here.

That woman just didn't let those nobles kill him in front of her eyes, so as not to dirty her eyes, but when those nobles were free, he would suffer brutal torture...

Direct death is the best ending.

Those people wouldn't let him leave alive.

The words deep in my heart emerged again.

This time, the words became sharper and seemed to be angry.

'You have no hope if you go against those guys!'

"How could the great Timothy have no eyesight at all?"

"With that kind of money, you can get anything with just a short period of forbearance!"

Andy started talking to himself inexplicably.

It was as if there was another soul competing with him for his body.

"The glory of the Timothy family cannot be trampled on by those nobles." Andy said softly.

The voice from the bottom of my heart sounded.

'What is glory?'

"Glory means not being dominated by others and living up to one's own heart..."

'That's not glory. Glory is made by others.'

'It comes from other people's opinions of you. Only when others respect you can you be honored...'

'What do you look like now? Your identity has been replaced by something unknown, and you can only curl up here and wait for death?'

'Do you deserve to die together?'

"..." The words in his heart asked Andy sharply one sentence after another.

Andy also had some questions.

Do I really have room to resist?

Even the letter I left in the place where my grandmother often kept her glasses will be known.

He had more than two cronies, but he did only tell them about the desecration of the machine.

It's just like……

Someone is always behind him.

Always monitoring his every move.

'You're going to die.'

The voice in my heart declared.

"I'm really going to die."

Andy shook his head.

He was already prepared to die.

I just didn't expect that the final way of death would be so miserable.

He has no room for game at all.

He was completely defeated.

so……

Andy clung to the iron cage hard.

I don't know what material this cage is made of. No matter how hard he shook it, there was no movement at all.

Not far away, a vicissitudes of life male voice sounded:

"Don't waste your efforts."

Andy turned his head and looked.

It was a man with dark circles under his eyes in a completely isolated room with iron mesh.

I don't know what crime I committed and was imprisoned in.

That's Mike Allick.

He was locked up in an isolation room for almost a day.

He doesn't know what his fate will be.

When I see someone who has the same problem as me, of course I am happy to communicate with him.

He opened his mouth and explained:

"That cage is used to contain monsters. If a normal monster is locked in, there is no way to break it open, so don't waste your efforts."

"..."

Andy stopped struggling.

Since struggling is useless, he should preserve his strength first.

So wait, wait for the time when you can take a bite of the noble.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the people in the house next door, and said, "How will I die?"

Mike opened his mouth and explained:

"Maybe he will be beheaded, maybe he will be bitten to death by the baron's dog... It depends on how you make the baron unhappy."

After all, he had done black gloves under the Baron.

It is still very clear what the fate will be for people like Andy who are locked up in an animal cage.

But he didn't see the expression he wanted to see on Andy's face. The goblin sat calmly in the cage without any movement.

"Then it looks like I'm going to be bitten to death by a dog." Andy said.

He still knew how many times he had thrown away Baron Alik's face.

Not only had his clothes been torn, but his glasses were also smashed, his nose was crooked, and his forehead was bleeding.

If the woman hadn't stopped him, he would have been kicked to death by the baron on the spot.

Mike raised the corner of his eye and asked curiously:

"No, brother, why did you offend the Baron?"

no respond.

Andy sat quietly in the cage and did not respond to him.

"Okay, it seems like you don't want to go out." Mike knew that he was asking for trouble, so he lay on his back in the cage and said:

"That's okay... If there is no hope, it is actually a good thing to struggle less and die faster when dying. That stupid dog likes to tear apart the prey when it struggles. The more the prey struggles, the harder it becomes.

It is happy, and it is eating the prey while the prey is still alive, and you will watch yourself..."

Andy didn't reply to the man's words.

Want to go out?

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As long as he goes out, there is hope to prevent everything from happening!

His own life was worthless, but the old goblin...

He also knew better than anyone that there was no hope of getting out.

This is a prison that no one cares about underground in the noble mansion.

The nobles are basically the official representatives of the Restoration City.

Even evil cultists wouldn't be able to infiltrate a place like this.

Andy wiped his eyes.

A little sleepy.

He no longer resisted the sleepiness.

At least let's take one last rest before dying.

Andy slowly closed his eyes.

He fell asleep.

…

Tonight, it was very peaceful.

Ken sat in the room, opened the mutual aid association's Internet channel, and looked at the information discussed inside.

Tonight is very peaceful.

Nothing happened.

This made Ken, whose schedule was always full, a little uncomfortable.

Julia is also in a very relaxed mood today.

Ken still couldn't understand her, so she left cheerfully.

After Ken finished copying the three-ring basic seal, he lay leisurely on the bed.

The nobles still made no move.

Is it really useful to use the nobles' whereabouts to find the conspiracy of the cultists...

Ken wiped his eyes.

A little sleepy.

Start sleeping.

…

Dream.

In Ken's previous life.

Everyone's dreams are different.

Maybe some people have lucid dreams, some people have fragmented dreams, and some people don't dream at all.

That is due to body function. After sleeping, the brain is still not completely rested.

That's not the case in this world.

this world.

The existence of dreams is only the link between human beings and the spiritual world.

Everything dreamed about has a certain truth and meaning.

This time, Ken didn't dream of anything familiar.

What he dreamed about was strange.

It was a land full of life, an ordinary giant who worked hard, and a genius girl giant.

In order to protect a girl, an ordinary giant dueled with a giant dragon and lost his own eye in the end.

In order to let him see the light again, the girl gave him one of her eyes.

As a result, the girl lost her qualifications to become a god...

Ken is floating in mid-air.

Dreams definitely have a certain meaning, whether it's because of an anchor, a prophecy, or a curse.

Is this because of the picture of Kailin he saw during the day?

What was that picture about? He suddenly wanted to ask Kailin when he woke up tomorrow.

Ken frowned, and the picture in front of him suddenly changed, or was torn apart.

He suddenly felt cold.

He appeared in another world.

"Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong."

Snowflakes fall.

In the distant center of Restoration City, a huge steam station is operating.

Like the big heart of the human world.

In his dream, he was naked and stepped directly on the cold snow.

Screams, explosions, and lights rang in my ears.

Dreaming about steam riot again?

That heart-like beating sound is indeed the prelude to the steam riot.

No, this time is different from the steam riots I dreamed about before.

He saw the streets full of damaged cars.

How come these locomotives didn't turn into living creatures...

After Ken observed carefully, he finally understood the reason why it had not turned into a living creature.

These are not steam-powered cars, but magic-powered cars.

What a confusing dream...

The scroll was gradually torn apart.

This is the familiar tree again.

The apple tree of his childhood.

Karin stood by the tree.

She didn't look at Ken.

Ken looked at his body.

I still have nothing to wear...

He slowly moved his body, trying to retreat and escape.

"He is indeed an idiot."

Kailin's voice sounded.

"You obviously want to investigate the nobles, so why not continue the investigation?"

Continue to investigate.

However, the clues have been cut off, and the nobles have not revealed any clues.

wrong……

Ken suddenly remembered something.

There is indeed an ongoing investigation...

But that kind of thing…

Under the apple tree, Kailin's scroll was still gently wiped away, and the dream world changed again.

His body trembled.

Today's dream was very confusing.

It seems that my spiritual sense has been triggered by something! My spiritual sense is warning me that I haven't noticed something, something dangerous!

He suddenly dreamed that he was lying on the ground.

Kailin sat next to him, looking down at him shyly with silver-gray pupils.

She shyly said:

"Your Excellency Ken...it's completely possible..."

"..."

This dream was very real, but the scene was very strange, even though Kailin was just sitting next to her.

Although this was just a scene, it was indeed Kailin who flashed by.

Could it be because I confirmed my friendship with Kailin during the day?

Wait, the person calling me Mr. Ken is not Kailin, it should be...

Ken suddenly woke up from his dream.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

What a confusing dream...

He even dreamed that the elf girl caught him and used Julia's words...

His eyes slowly opened.

He felt similar to the danger in his dream.

He was captured by someone in the early morning.

Ken's eyes slowly lowered. He was an expressionless woman with long black hair, purple eyes, and a familiar maid outfit.

"Julia...how did you..."

"Sir Ken, I told you yesterday," Julia said calmly.

Julia's lips parted slightly, and she spoke softly:

"If you are in pain when dreaming, you can let me heal you. After all, I am your subordinate and I have the obligation to help you solve your pain."

no!

Solving pain should not be something that subordinates should do!

"This is a normal phenomenon! It doesn't need to be solved..." Ken said, looking down at the serious girl in maid uniform.

Every time he had a dream in the past, he would fall into the pain of tearing his soul apart, which would only be resolved after he obtained the anchor point.

He never told anyone about the painful events in his dream.

He did often feel pain from the evil god in his dreams, but the pain disappeared when he woke up. Julia seemed to have observed this phenomenon?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Julia's face is still pure.

His eyes seemed puzzled.

"I have learned from my friends that in the morning, Sir Ken will feel troubled." Julia said softly.

She is not as nervous as she looks.

Because she was too close to Ken, she was already red from her ears to her neck.

But there was still no excessive expression on her face. She seemed to be supporting herself, or...

She has been suppressing her true face and not showing her true self in front of her eyes?

Ken saw Julia continuing to look at him seriously and said, "Sir Ken, do you know that when the Knox people are created, we will optimize their structure."

"Ah..." Ken blinked, Julia was talking to him about a more serious topic.

Ken thought for a moment and thought of Julia's statement.

Julia is a priest of Nox, with the ability to divide people and create other Noxians, which is the authority of a kind of creator.

When she talked about creating humans, she was really creating Knox humans, not some weird and twisted ideas.

The priests of the Noxians, because of their authority over the Noxian creators, can indeed relieve some pain accurately.

…

The early morning light shines into the house, and the moonlight gradually turns into early morning sunlight.

In the light, Ken closed his eyes.

Julia still maintains her professionalism as a maid.

She is always measured.

And no matter what the situation was, she still maintained her sense of proportion.

Ken felt the charm of adult women.

Her body was still very clean, and there was no dust or anything from getting up early.

The same is true on Ken's bed.

It is true that an old person in a family is like a treasure. The salt of the elderly is more than the bridges they have crossed... No, what on earth am I talking about...

Ken gets dressed with Julia's help.

After she helped Ken get dressed, she stood aside elegantly and dignifiedly.

Her hair was a little messy due to the use of her ability, and there was some sweat on her head, but she still maintained her elegance.

The wrinkles on the clothes were cleaned up bit by bit by her again.

Ken touched his head helplessly.

broken.

I had just woken up, and I was indeed not very clear.

But in this case, it is difficult to refuse Julia Zhu’s decisive and sincere help.

Julia maintains her always capable style.

Ken had to admit that his original impression of Julia and his current impression were indeed two different things.

If Julia treated him like this when they met for the first time, he might think that she wanted to assassinate him.

But when Julia was helping him like this now, he couldn't resist.

She is too serious.

But Ken can't ignore his inner thoughts...

Julia may not know that it is not reasonable to approach a man in the morning...

She seemed to have very vague ideas about many things, and had no sense of what happened when she was around a strange man in the morning.

But not Ken.

Ken could not allow himself to accept the help of this mature woman with peace of mind in this situation.

Even if you were not sober before, that cannot be used as a reason.

"Julia..." Ken stood up seriously and looked at the tall maid.

He was very used to Julia following him around.

Totally unwary.

He continued:

"I want to tell you about things between men and women. The concepts between humans and Knox people are different..."

Julia's eyes seemed a little confused.

She asked expressionlessly:

"Does Lord Ken think the pain is over? Does he feel comfortable?"

The maid, who is always serious and serious, asks you this question with her hair a little messy.

Make it impossible for Ken to lie no matter what.

"Comfortable……"

It's like what Ken once said about Julia.

When Julia does anything, she is absolutely dedicated.

For her, what she is doing is her responsibility.

She was raised in Knox as a tool for war, and even now, her thinking has not changed at all.

She didn't know how much effort she had put into learning the knowledge to heal pain.

How much relevant information have I read?

Finally, I helped him.

In this life, Ken really had such close contact with the opposite sex for the second time.

Not counting words in dreams.

So he couldn't comment on topics that had nothing to do with comfort.

"Your Excellency Ken may think it is strange. This is a cultural difference between us, but there is no need for Sir Ken to worry about this." Julia said seriously: "I don't feel burdened by this. For me,

Say, making you feel comfortable will make me feel happy."

Make yourself comfortable…

What kind of folk customs are there in Knox?

A strange scene appeared in Ken's mind for no apparent reason.

Julia looked at Ken with clear eyes and continued to speak softly: "As long as Sir Ken thinks that I am a person you can trust and is not willing to throw me away like the officiant, then I will be satisfied."

"..." Ken looked helplessly at Julia in front of him.

The words she said made people feel distressed.

Although she still looked normal, she seemed to have nothing to worry about and did not need to be comforted.

Ken can feel it.

What she is saying now is the truth, and it is some kind of motivation in her heart.

She went over...

It is indeed treated as a tool.

Does she also consider herself a tool at this time?

Julia seemed to realize the change in Ken's eyes, and she shook her head: "Your Excellency Ken, you seem to think that I did not do this kind of thing according to my own will?"

She still has the ability to read minds.

Ken knew that almost all of her abilities were sealed, so was she able to read his own mind based on her understanding of him?

As I said in the cafe before, she is a woman who makes people feel reliable.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Julia chuckled reliably and said: "Sir Ken, although you may not understand it, all the actions I do are performed according to my own will.

"

She looked at Ken seriously.

He continued: "Your Excellency Ken may feel a little uncomfortable, but there is no need for you to feel uncomfortable. To me, you are a special being."

Julia still didn't have any barriers and said directly: "Because when I feel that you are happy, I will also be happy because of it. When you like it, I will also like it. When you are comfortable, I will also like it."

I will be happy about it.”

Especially when Ken sets his sights on himself.

Especially when Ken really couldn't resist his will and took the initiative.

She likes Mr. Ken like this very much.

But now Mr. Ken seems to be thinking something wrong and wants to distance himself from her out of guilt.

But he didn't know whether he should distance himself.

Then, Julia made Ken confused about the distance between the two again.

What is the confusion distance?

It looks like it's stretched.

But nothing actually moves at all.

This is the distance that is confused.

But Ken didn't realize at this time that the relationship between him and Julia was confused again.

Ken scratched his head in confusion.

Julia does not use Julia herself as a tool...

She is willing to act on her own will.

And Knox's ethos itself is like this.

But if this continues...

Ken sighed, faced Julia, and said seriously: "Before you do this kind of thing in the future, you must discuss it with me first, and don't make a sudden night attack by yourself..."

Ken didn't figure out what he should do.

After all, he can't help but respect the other person's national customs, and the other person has no feelings about it.

This may affect his own relationship, so he should be responsible for Julia instead of ordering Julia to change.

Therefore, as long as we can discuss it in the future, this kind of thing will never happen again!

Julia put her hands on both sides of the skirt and gently lifted the skirt. She leaned over gently and apologized gracefully: "If my behavior makes Mr. Ken feel uncomfortable, then I apologize again."

She stood up, put her hands on her lower abdomen again, and said, "Then, as Mr. Ken said, I will discuss it with Mr. Ken in advance before helping him express his pain."

She opened the door and said softly: "Sir Ken, I have put away your toiletries, and today's breakfast has just been heated. Please enjoy it."

Her words were no longer cold, but filled with warmth.

Just like an ordinary maid talking to her master.

"..." Ken washed up as a habit.

Toiletries are all placed within easy reach...

Have you fallen too far?

Ken, Ken, why are you on par with those degenerate nobles? You even need help from others to change clothes and wash up...

Fallen nobility.

Ken stopped his action.

He walked out of the room. Julia saw Ken's serious expression and helped Ken get his coat. Ken caught the coat naturally, turned to Julia and said, "I have some important things to deal with..."

Julia put her hands in front of Ken, helped him straighten his collar, and interrupted softly:

"Just do what you have to do, Sir Ken, I will put away the breakfast, you don't have to worry."
Chapter completed!