Chapter 134 The original hero appears for the first time

When Ivester heard Lin En mention the serious matter, her expression suddenly became serious.

Her temperament seemed to have returned to that of the majestic princess she once was, which made people feel awe.

"Of course." Yvesette folded her arms and looked down at Lin En. "Also, answer this princess' question."

"Has the future woman become the queen of this country?"

Hearing this, Lynn hesitated.

Seeing him like this, Yvesette instantly guessed the answer.

However, unexpectedly, after knowing that she did not win the king's selection, what appeared in her eyes was not regret or anger, but relief.

"That's good." Yvesette leaned her perky buttocks lightly on the edge of the desk and chuckled, "In this case, the king's selection is even more challenging and meaningful to me."

In other words.

If she did what the future Witch of the End failed to do, then for the two of them, who is the defective product and who is the real treasure?

The future can be changed.

By that time, it wouldn't be Yvestre who was gradually becoming like her.

But the future Witch of the End, through her transformation, became what she expected.

The position was reversed instantly.

"Besides, I have your helper by my side, don't I?" Yvesette slowly stretched out the back of her hand, motioning for him to kiss it. "Lynn Bartleron, you will do your best to help this princess win the King's Choice, right?"

How should I answer this question? For some reason, Lynn always felt that this was a death sentence.

If she really wins in the end, will Miss Witch be happy or angry?

Lynn knew nothing about this.

However, at this moment, looking at Yvesette's confident and bright eyes, he lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.

"Your will is my will."

"very good."

For some reason, a hint of blush flashed across Iviste's face, and something strange appeared in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"In that case, we will return to the imperial capital immediately." She walked to the desk and rang the bell, saying, "If we take the steam train, it will take about twelve days."

“Too slow.”

Lynn shook her head subconsciously.

He took the letter out of his pocket and looked at the date on it.

It has been almost two months since the last letter was sent. After that, there has been no news from the imperial capital.

In fact, as early as when he just became Ivester's subordinate, he had already asked Her Royal Highness the Princess to help take care of his relatives in the imperial capital.

However, most of this woman's subordinates were incompetent, and most of them were brought to the city of Orne.

If something really happened, she would be absolutely powerless with the manpower she left in the imperial capital.

Later, Lin En was supposed to return to the imperial capital directly, but was delayed because of dealing with the sealed objects.

After all, the flow of time on Miss Witch's side is very chaotic. The perceived time is only one or two hours, but in reality a month has passed.

Of course, according to what she said, it is also possible that she stayed in the Pantheon for several years, but in reality only a few seconds had passed.

But Lynn hasn't encountered it yet.

Hearing his subconscious words, Ivester was not angry, but looked at him thoughtfully: "There is a quick way."

"Your Highness, please speak!"

Lynn inquired.

Hearing this, Ivester nodded slightly and said, "Take the steam train to Troy City, which is the territory of Duke Tyrvus. As long as you have his handwritten letter, you can use the military's magic jump matrix."

"Because the journey is too long, it must be triggered by a sixth-order demigod himself. Only in this way can we reach Glostin in an instant."

"Including the time needed to travel to Troy by car, it will take about three days."

Lynn looked at Yvesette in surprise.

What a pillow! Now that she has just recovered her strength, isn't it a good opportunity to use the warp matrix? "What do I need to pay for this?"

Lynn leaned forward slightly.

Yvesette frowned, as if she was unhappy with his respect and unfamiliarity, then shook her head: "Of course not."

"If there is nothing else to prepare, we can set off tonight."

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness! Then I will go back and pack my luggage!"

Having said that, Lynn happily left the study.

"Go ahead."

Yvesette pursed her lips.

In fact, there was one thing she didn't make clear to Lin En.

Although his strength has been restored, it is still difficult to activate the jump matrix.

After all, it is a large-scale transmission matrix with ultra-long distances, which not only requires a large amount of resources to fill the nodes, but will even drain most of the extraordinary power of a sixth-level demigod.

Demigods are strategic-level entities of various countries. How could they waste their power on such insignificant matters?

Therefore, on weekdays, even the military rarely uses this kind of matrix.

Given Ivester's current condition, although it could be forced to start, it would be a bit difficult.

By then, under the watchful eyes of the public, some sequelae are likely to occur.

Like myasthenia gravis or something like that.

And at that time, would her lovely dog ​​remain indifferent, or would it hug her and claim its sovereignty in front of the people in the imperial capital? She really wanted to try it.

It doesn't matter even if I lose.

As said earlier to Lynn.

She was used to being a loser.

Looking at the boy's back as he happily left, a hint of heat and morbidity slowly emerged in Ivisette's bright red eyes.

Ever since Lin En entered the room, she had been suppressing the emotions in her heart, trying to make herself act like a normal person so that he would let down his guard.

However, how can a person's nature be changed so easily?

"You'll always be mine"

Amid the woman's rapid breathing, whispers that sounded like love words slowly drifted away.

Imperial Capital Glostin, Saint Laurent Military Headquarters, Communications Section 2.

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The huge office was in a mess, with all kinds of documents and paper balls piled on the desk and the floor, so crowded that there was almost no empty space.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth was sitting in front of a typewriter with a dejected look on his face, watching the quaint and rusty mechanical keys jumping in the air under the influence of a mysterious force.

As the ink-printed words emerged one by one, pieces of information from the military in various places were summarized on the typewriter paper.

This is a special sealed object, and its effect is probably equivalent to the fax machine in previous lives.

In addition to the middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth, there were several colleagues in military uniforms also taking turns on duty in the office.

However, perhaps due to the boring work and punching in at work day after day, they gradually lost their passion.

"Is there any new information about the war in the south?"

"Oh, it's still the same as always, with constant minor frictions, but I don't know when a full-scale war will break out."

"If you ask me, apart from the demons, the monsters in the sea are the real threat to the empire. Just look, this morning, Gavin Port was attacked by fifth-level extraordinary creatures. All the sailboats and warships sank, and all the residents of the town died in the tsunami."

"Those wolf cubs of Tutankhamun in the southwest are not good people either."

"Hearing what you said, why do I feel like we're going to be called up to fill in the line tomorrow?"

“It’s hard to say.”

Several veterans from the Communications Department were talking about the national situation.

At this moment, the sealed typewriter suddenly froze.

"Isn't it broken?"

The middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth reached out and clapped his hands.

After a moment, the typewriter started to work again.

However, the text that was just being transmitted suddenly stopped, and was replaced by an urgent message marked in red.

"At 3:15 a.m., Imperial time, Captain Shia Asolant, after three days of pursuit in the Demonic battlefield, with the assistance of two teammates, successfully hunted down the 38th ranked Great Demon on the Empire's Most Wanted List, the fifth-level legendary strongman 'Lord of the Dead Souls'!"

"This decapitation mission was successfully completed. Captain Xia and his teammates will return to the headquarters through the jump matrix in three days to receive the empire's reward."

"hiss"

Upon seeing this news, the middle-aged man took a deep breath.

Seeing this, several colleagues immediately gathered around curiously.

Then everyone expressed shock and emotion at the same time.

"This kid seems to be only in his twenties? He's only at level 4, but he can actually hunt down a level 5 legend?"

"It is said that blood from the ancient times seems to flow in his body. The Marshal once personally examined it."

"I heard that he was favored by the gods, so he was able to have multiple beliefs and a number of divine factors far exceeding that of ordinary people?"

"He has just been promoted to captain not long ago, and he is going to be rewarded again? Will he be promoted to major?"

"Who knows? Anyway, we can't envy them."

Everyone was talking at once, their words filled with envy for this rising star.

"Actually, if there's a guy who's still good, he might not be worse than this Xia."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth said something out of the blue.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

However, since that incident, the boy was stripped of his power and driven out of the imperial capital, and his family declined as a result.

This matter is no secret in the military, and some people even know about the hidden conflicts involved.

It’s a pity that a gag order has been issued, strictly prohibiting ordinary soldiers from discussing this topic.

Seeing that everyone around him was keeping a secret, the middle-aged man sighed.

As a result, the next second, another urgent message marked in red was printed out.

"The Third Princess of the Empire, Her Highness Yvesette Roland Alexini, will return to the Imperial Capital via the Transformation Matrix in three days. The following is the list of her entourage."

As the typewriter slowly moved, names, familiar or unfamiliar, gradually appeared on the paper.

At a certain moment, the middle-aged man in charge of looking after the seal suddenly widened his eyes and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Is it him?

How is it possible?! (End of this chapter)