Chapter 1009 [Observation] You've come up with a good idea.
Asa happily patted Benshan's head, "So you were forgotten after just one month~"
happy.
I feel psychologically balanced now.
R smiled slightly, "Yes, after all, we've only met once. It's normal to forget. I'd like to know what it's like to be forgotten for ten thousand years."
Asa: "..."
The smile-disappearing technique.
“You’ve gone too far! I’m going to tell the High Priest.”
“Yes, go ahead, if you can find him.” R’s attitude was as gentle as if he were dealing with a child.
Asa: ...
I really want to put a sling around his neck and strangle him to death.
R completely ignored the malicious gaze directed at him from behind.
Liu Qingyao, who also wanted to comment on the forgotten part of The Godfather, remained silent.
Haha, the Godfather's words don't seem to be directed at anyone, but you can definitely sense the underlying sarcasm.
The child is afraid.
After dropping Christy off at home, the gentleman took his leave, a faint but meaningful smile on his face as he turned to go.
After her husband left, Christie made a plan for herself at home.
Although the position of crown prince is something he can absolutely have if he wants it, he still needs to convince them of its worth.
A season has passed.
Christie sat on the sofa in the preparation room of the arena, wiping her longsword with a clean cloth.
Just then, a white figure silently appeared behind him, covering his head with a hand. Only then did Christie realize that there was a second person in the room.
He paused slightly, then a faint, enigmatic smile curved his lips. "Your memory can last for three months?"
The man patted his head without ceremony, seemingly unperturbed by the sarcastic remark, and said, "Well, I heard the battle for the crown prince is about to begin, so I came to check it out. I only remembered to come and see you after hearing your name from the audience."
Christie: "..."
Thank you. You don't need to explain. Explaining would only make it more heartbreaking.
The man smoothly squeezed down next to Christie and pinched her cheek. "When will this end?"
Christie paused for a moment, "Considering the time it will take for the other princes, it will take about half a day."
The man picked up a strand of his blond hair and ruffled it. "Really? That's been a long time."
After wiping the longsword, Christie set the cloth aside, smiled, and turned to the gentleman, "Would you like to come with me later?"
"Either is fine." The man squinted listlessly, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.
Seeing this, Christie looked away, but a cryptic smile appeared on her lips.
The two stayed in the room for a while, and when the time came, they got up and headed to the competition venue.
There were several people waiting outside the door they entered through; they were obviously waiting for Christie.
"Your Highness!"
Upon seeing him, the group greeted him with joyful bows.
They paused slightly when they saw the young man beside Christie, then looked at Christie with confusion, "Your Highness, who is this...?"
Christie smiled gently, her eyes crinkling, and said, "My mentor."
The group immediately realized who it was and hurriedly bowed to the teacher, saying, "So you are the Crown Prince's tutor! Our apologies!"
gentlemen:"……?"
The group cheerfully invited them into the competition arena.
In their minds, His Highness Christie was definitely going to be the Crown Prince soon, and his judgment was absolutely correct, so they accepted his role as the Crown Prince's tutor without any qualms.
Besides, Christie himself is excellent and perfect enough, so the person who can teach him must be very strong!
gentlemen:"……"
It's quite baffling.
The man raised his hand and ruffled Christie's hair with a bit of force, saying leisurely, "You've come up with a good idea."
Christie smiled, a hint of triumph flashing in her deep blue eyes.
Because of his sudden change in status, the gentleman was immediately invited to a reserved seat.
A little to the side of the King and Queen.
"..."
Sure enough, in most people's minds, Christie was already the crown prince.
The gentleman sat down in the chair with a clear conscience, and surprisingly, it was quite comfortable.
Paralyzed.
Christie stood on the ring, glanced up at the man, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, then looked at the boy opposite him and said gently, "Aris, are you ready?"
"..."
Aris forced a smile, trembling slightly. "Uh... I'm ready, brother, please be gentle, I'm scared."
We never expected him to draw Christie first!
"don’t worry."
Christie offered a soft reassurance, then the next second she raised her sword and attacked.
Aris: Aaaaaaah!! Mom, help me!!
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