Chapter 974 The personal maid is the intelligence leader

"Please don't take my knighthood into account. I am just a poor maid who was ordered by my evil master not to wear underwear from now on."

Jeluka, who pretended to be weak, covered her face and cried (exclusively for performances).

"Please don't fabricate things there that are not true and will never happen in the future, you dirty maid."

When Jeluka said this, it really wiped away any trace of the respect I had finally felt for her.

"Is this Sword of the Rising Sun the equipment left to you by one of the twelve knights you inherited?"

Turning the topic back to the sword, as expected, the expression of the slutty maid became much more serious.

"That's right, while inheriting the power, the twelve of us also inherited the equipment they left behind. It belongs only to the Twelve Knights and can only be used by us."

"So that's it. Is this why the color is so different from the existing ordinary equipment?"

Jeluka nodded, acquiescing.

Now I have finally clarified many things that I didn't understand before. Why is Jeluka so powerful, but it seems like a curious baby, full of curiosity about experience, and has less actual combat experience than me. So that's it,

Is it because strength is directly inherited? Is it a pity that the combat experience of the Twelve Knights was not completely inherited? This is not possible. Having strength without experience is like having a good ship without an excellent helmsman.

Same, it's very dangerous.

"No, experience is also inherited."

Jeluka seemed to have noticed my thoughts, took a sip of hot water calmly, and continued.

"It's just that I can't integrate well with myself yet. Indeed, as His Royal Highness expected, my training time is not long."

"Since I have inherited the power of the Twelve Knights, why don't I practice it more and make full use of it?" I was suddenly confused.

"First."

Jeluka raised a white and tender index finger leisurely.

"My inheritance is not very long. In the final analysis, it is only about ten years."

"second."

Jeluka then raised her middle finger and continued.

"Because there is no need, I am responsible for a different direction. Don't forget, besides me, there are eleven other knights. They are enough to protect the safety of Her Majesty the Queen, especially Her Majesty the Queen's maid, who is also my sister Jie

Luka ranks second in strength among the Twelve Knights, and is already a domain-level master."

"Kalujie already has domain-level strength?!"

I was shocked. When I recalled the time I spent with her, I couldn’t tell at all. In my original impression, Carole’s character was somewhat influenced by Arturia.

She has a serious and upright personality. Except for Arturia's royal majesty, which she did not imitate, she can see some shadows in almost other aspects.

Oh, by the way, except for that stupid hair. This doesn't mean that you can imitate just because you want to. It doesn't mean that you are a stupid hair just by raising a piece of your hair. That is completely an insult to stupid hair.

Silly hair must be naturally raised, and it must have certain natural attributes that match it. Especially for the king of dull hair, the King of Silly Hair, the conditions for becoming one are even more stringent. It is rare to find one in a million years, perhaps more than once in a million years.

As a second-generation Elf King, Artoria should be more careful about her title of Silly Hair King.

The topic has changed. In short, apart from this impression, what can I say about Carol? She is still a little confused in some aspects, such as being easily deceived, and being reckless. From this time

As you can see from leaving the house without authorization to find Artoria, this does not mean that her IQ is not high, but that she has a personality that thinks in a straight line.

Unexpectedly, this kind of guy with certain natural attributes is actually more powerful than Artoria, and is already a master in the field. Wow, should I say that she hides her secrets? Or should she be defined as the same as me?

, lacks the awareness and momentum of a master?

"Then who is the number one master?"

After hearing what Jeluka said, I immediately became interested in the number one master. Could it be that Red B? Impossible. From what Red B said, he was definitely from the same era as the old drunkard.

, the age difference is too big, it is impossible for the number one person to be the instructor of the Twelve Knights.

"Aiyahaha? Your Highness the Prince is already planning to extend his claws to the first one?"

Jeluka drank the water calmly and teased me calmly.

"No... let's forget it."

Feeling that Jeluka had no intention of speaking out, I shrugged helplessly.

"You just said that you have enough power to protect Artoria, so you are left with Grandma Arlandan as her bodyguard?"

"That's it. With Her Majesty the Queen's current strength, as long as she doesn't encounter strong enemies at the domain level, she should basically have no problems. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that she could easily get involved in inexplicable troubles, there would be no problem.

Just having Lu Jie by her side is enough to gain a foothold anywhere in the first and second worlds."

"As for me, the reason why I was sent to the Great Elder is to be a guard. Although the Great Elder is already old, casual guys can't hurt her. Don't think that the Great Seer has no fighting ability."

Hearing Jeluka say this, I nodded in serious agreement. Just like Akara, although he has never shown any strength in front of me, he walks with a cane and can easily lose even an adventurer who is not paying attention.

The speed is already extraordinary, not to mention Yalandlan, who has lived for thousands of years and is Akala's mentor.

For other people, the older their bodies get, the more their physical strength declines, but for the profession of a great prophet, the older they get, the more unfathomable and terrifying it becomes.

"Then what is your main purpose of following Grandma Yalandlan?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Although this is supposed to be a secret, according to my judgment, it doesn't matter much if I tell His Highness the Prince. Then I will tell the truth. In fact, I am the intelligence chief."

"Intelligence chief?"

Unable to react for a moment, I turned up the volume slightly.

"Yes, following the great elder, he is responsible for assisting in sorting out and conveying all information about the entire elves."

Saying this, Jeluka slightly brought her face up. As far as her eyes could see, the firelight illuminated her fair and delicate face and her beautiful purple eyes that looked particularly deep and mysterious, making her look so beautiful that it made people dizzy.

With a charming or seductive voice, she whispered.

"How about it? Your Highness, do you want to bribe me with information about the entire elves?"

"..."

If you are so easy to bribe, Yalandlan will let you be the head of intelligence. You don’t need to think about this stupid question to know the answer. Besides, why do I have to know the secret information of the elves? It’s like an enemy country.

Like a spy.

But... the intelligence leader seems to be particularly suitable for a guy like Jeluka. After all, he can chew up the entire Royal Library, and he has the powerful analysis of a broken-winged angel who can understand a messy map.

Ability, while not losing the fairness and rigor of a knight in important matters, strong strength, and when facing others (in this way, this guy's evil and unscrupulousness seems to be only aimed at me, have I ever offended her before)?

He is very mature and cherishes words like gold, and he has the air of "I am a killer and I don't like to talk".

Rather, it would be a waste of talent for this kind of guy not to engage in intelligence.

Perhaps seeing my troubled expression, Jeluka pursed her lips and sat back with a hint of successful teasing smile.

"Is it okay for you to come out now?"

I expressed serious concern that Jeluka, the head of the elven intelligence, actually came out and wandered around with a decadent house like me who aims to eat and wait for death. Remember, Kane is in charge of alliance intelligence. If

On a whim, if he goes to the Twin Seas for vacation or something, the entire alliance's intelligence system will definitely be paralyzed immediately. Is it really okay for Jeluka to do this?

Under my questioning gaze, Jeluka shook her head slightly. She had hidden so many mysterious little yellow books on her body that she suddenly took them out, turned over a blank page, and then used the other end of the quill to write

After clicking on it, he turned towards me and saw a row of neat and elegant small characters written on it.

It doesn't matter, even if you are outside, you are always in charge of intelligence work.

"..."

So fast, is this a magic show? How do you manage to fill a page with just one stroke of the pen? And what on earth is going on... With this strong sense of déjà vu, I always feel that this pornographic maid is...

It seems that you have done something infringing. Is it really okay to do this?

"Intelligence work... Exactly when did you do it? I have never seen you do anything other than ridicule and make some unfounded messages."

Let's not complain about the copyright issue, but I have serious doubts about Jeluka's statement.

I shook my head again, turned over a new page, tapped on it with my quill, and turned to my side, there was another magical page full of words.

"Don't think that I am as leisurely as His Highness the Prince. While His Highness the Prince is having some obscene dreams, I am working hard."

"That's enough, end the boring infringements, you bastards!!"

I snatched the little yellow book from the dirty maid's hand, tore it into pieces like crazy and threw it into the bonfire.

"By the way."

Xiao Huang's book was robbed, and Jeluka finally opened his mouth.

"Actually, following His Highness the Prince is a kind of intelligence-gathering job, so please don't worry about it."

"It's strange that I don't care when you say that. Could it be that my secret...my secret has been discovered by you, a little spy? My secret..."

Huh?

By the way, do I have any secrets about me?

Thinking...

Sad, so sad. As an elder of the alliance, I can't think of anything worthy of keeping secret in myself. Isn't this a very sad thing? Akala, even if you tell me something like what happened to the old drunkard

He had an unfortunate childhood when he was abused by his stepmother. Old man Farah actually has a cold personality. Gossip news like this is good. It gives me some secrets as an elder to show off, you bastard!!

I knelt down in the otz position with a sad expression on my face, like a dog in a state of despair, and secretly cried in my heart.

"So...have you collected any secrets?"

Although I knew that these words were not what the person being spied on should say, I was still very curious. Jeluka didn't have any awareness of being a little spy, so she cooperated and told me the information she collected.

I saw her take out a small yellow book with four big characters "The Secret History of the Prince" written in bright red on the cover, open the first page and open it to me.

On the left and right pages, there are written a fool and an egg on each side. Together they are a fool. Isn’t this nonsense? Bastard, no, I don’t mean to say that I am a fool. Isn’t that nonsense? It’s just to express that I am a fool.

It’s just a matter of course and there’s no need to explain it…

No, no, no, it can’t work anymore. My mind is already confused. Is it really because I only have a mortal level IQ? Damn it!!

Jeluka obviously took my confusion as acquiescence, and turned to the second page as if she was very proud.

satyr.

Huh-huh, it’s not beyond my expectation... I just wondered if there would be such an evaluation.

"Abnormal." It didn't surprise me either.

"Bless the lustful master who covets his personal maid." Simple and simple, I also thought of this.

"A harem man who wants to take possession of young and beautiful girls from all over the continent." Well, although the scope is a bit beyond my expectation, it is still within my grasp.

"A tyrant who forces his maid to say shameful words and act shamefully." Hahahahaha, stupid elf, you are so naive, so naive. These comments are all what I expected. Isn't there a little bit of it?

Something new?

Wait, that’s not right! Now seems like it’s not the time to be complacent! If these things are spread to the elves, my life will be over.

Jeluka flipped through page after page, and finally seemed to reach the end. She paused slightly, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally turned the last sentence of the review in front of me.

"Barely considered a good person."

"..."

What is this feeling? Why do I, who could handle those vicious comments indifferently, now feel the severe pain of being pierced by a sharp sword?

In the end, I can only come to one conclusion: no matter in any plane, the good guy card is definitely one of the most terrifying attacks.

"You don't want to let Grandma Yalandlan see these things that are more gossip than information."

"His Royal Highness really loves to joke, how is this possible? Hahaha~~~"

With a very fake laugh, Jeluka simply threw the small yellow book in her hand into the bonfire: "The real evaluation will not be seen by His Highness the Prince. Since it is secret information, it will not be seen by His Highness the Prince."

Does it make any sense anymore?"

Ah, I was fooled!!

In an instant, my body burned with a flame that was more intense than the bonfire next to me.

"Back to business."

Jeluka picked up her special tea cup again and sipped it gently.

"Your Highness, don't you want to try this sword?"

"ah?"

Following her words, my eyes involuntarily fell on the Sword of the Rising Sun placed on the ground next to her. I always felt that there was something that needed to be investigated and was taken away by this dirty maid with a single stroke. But it doesn't matter, I am now

All attention has been attracted by the Sword of the Rising Sun.

"Can I... touch it?"

"Really, not long ago, you were holding me in your arms and rubbing your face. If the rules were so strict that even an outsider couldn't touch you, wouldn't His Highness the Prince's butt have blossomed by then?"

Jeluka pursed her lips and smiled softly, but for some reason, it gave me a creepy feeling that my anus tightened.

"Then I won't be polite."

With that said, I stepped forward, picked up the Sword of the Rising Sun from the ground, and came to a place a little further away from the bonfire.

This sword... how should I put it? It's so heavy. That's probably the first impression. With your own strength, it's okay for playing, but if you want to use it to fight, it's definitely a form of abuse. You can only have it by transforming into a Hell Fighting Bear.

With enough power to be exerted freely, I finally understand why Nengeluka can use her small body to knock away a barbarian twice her height.

After trying to swing it a few times, following the trajectory of the giant sword, pieces of morning sun light were shed in the air, seeming to outshine the light of the bonfire not far away. It was really beautiful.

Yes, it's very smooth. If you have enough power to swing this giant sword, it must be a very terrifying weapon. This is the feeling this giant sword gives me, as if it is born to fit the user's hands and habits.

I can't feel any resistance at all times, and I can't describe this feeling well. In short, it is better than any sword I have ever used, including the Goki sword.

May your smile be as bright as the morning sun, may your heart be as clear as dew - Lansi.

I subconsciously wanted to see the properties of this sword, but I only saw this sentence. Is it because of insufficient authority or something? This is the first time I have encountered this situation.

After a few gestures, I returned to the campfire and handed the giant sword back to Jeluka. She looked at me blankly with a strange expression, as if she was frightened by something.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

I felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by Jeluka, as if she were a monster, so I couldn't help but ask.

"You...can use this sword?"

It took a long time for such words to come out of Jeluka's moist lips.

"Ha, let's just give it a try. It's too heavy to play with. If you use it to fight, you will definitely die miserably. If you transform, you may be able to use it. There is no level requirement for this sword. The strength

You can’t even see the agility limits or anything like attributes, it’s really weird.”

"Of course, because it is for the exclusive use of the Knights of the Rising Sun Dew..." Jeluka tilted her head slightly in confusion, and then muttered something in a low voice.

“Is it just the factor [too heavy]?”

"Well, what do you mean?" I expressed confusion.

"No."
Chapter completed!