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Chapter 382 Coveted God (9)
This rose is not a rare thing, you can't even touch it.
Is he still the little prince's closest minister?
Eric withdrew his icy gaze and returned to his approachable appearance.
It caused Jonas to complain in his heart.
Change your face so fast, be careful you can't even marry a daughter-in-law!
"Go and pack your luggage first."
The father looked for him, it must be for the third district.
And there are people in the party, how could he allow such a big credit to be handed over?
"okay."
But what about packing? Is the little prince planning to go out for an outing?
Jonas was confused, but obeyed Eric's orders.
Stepping into the council hall, the king sat on the throne with a tired expression on his face.
The gray hair revealed his mental exhaustion in recent years.
"The Black family has been slaughtered, the third district has been handed over by the Quebec Party, and the nobles below are starting to move again."
The old voice came from the throne, and Eric bowed his head and listened quietly.
"If you were to sit in my place, what would you do?"
He is very old, and the only thing he can't worry about is the heir.
But in recent years, he seems to have grown very fast, which makes him admire.
"It has become the norm for nobles to accumulate wealth and corruption. If the royal family continues to indulge, the entire northern border will eventually perish."
Eric's meaning is obvious.
Now that the Black family has been operated on, this knife will continue to be used!
With the blood of aristocrats, paving the prosperity of the royal family.
Let them spit out what they eat!
"You're right, that's why I'm building the Party of Quebec."
The power of the aristocracy is growing day by day, and he always leaves a sharp knife for his son.
Speaking of the Quebec Party, Eric's face changed slightly, but in the end it turned into silence.
"Then tell me, who in the royal city can cooperate with the Party of Quebec to count the property of the third district?"
The third district is famous for its economic prosperity, and the Black family is greedy for countless properties.
This piece of fat has attracted various forces to move.
If it is only handed over to the Party of Quebec, he is also uneasy.
"Apart from me, looking at the entire royal city, I'm afraid no one's father and king will be at ease."
The man on the throne was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth,
"Since you have the heart, go ahead. The faster you move, the better."
"Yes, Father."
Eric leaned over and saluted, and when he looked up again, he met Bruce's slightly cloudy eyes.
"You have always been dissatisfied with the Quebec Party, but they exist to protect the royal family, and you don't have to be so hostile to them."
After all, they will have to work in the same palace in the future, and it is not conducive to the consolidation of imperial power if it is too stiff.
"I see, Father."
Eric saluted again, with graceful and smooth movements, like a noble prince walking out of an oil painting.
But when he turned around, all the grace was replaced by sarcasm.
The Quebec Party, should never have appeared in this world!
North Territory 3
The dark night was approaching, and Situ originally planned to stay in the room and lie flat as a salted fish.
But this time the system ran out.
The host is very big, and I sensed a little villain's breath, which appeared near here!
Different from the one on Andre, this aura was quite evil.
But no matter what, it is still a small villain, and evil spirits are evil spirits.
Anyway, in the end, most of the hosts can solve it.
Situ:
What should do if want to send the system to see the God of Light on a daily basis?
So why does this plane have so much aura from the villain?
Aren't all the planes in the past only one person?
How come there is a third one on this plane?
Probably, maybe, the little villain was sliced
Actually, this is quite normal.
It's just hard work for the host to brush up all the favorability of these people.
Yes, that's right, this time it's a good impression!
There must be a different plot, otherwise it will be boring every day.
Where are the people?
Situ rubbed his temples with a headache.
Although Andre did not ban her from traveling, it was still a bit unsafe at this time.
The system is shocked, and the host is still worried about his own safety when he goes out to bomb the street?
Shouldn't there be a concern for the personal safety of those with ill intentions?
Right in the alley behind the castle
His breath is too strong, and it is difficult for him to miss it.
This is probably the breath that has appeared the most like the God of Chi Yuan so far.
There is a food street, the host can go and taste the food or something
For fear that his host would be slow to work, the system added another sentence.
Situ changed into a fleece sweater, the corridor was quiet, and there was no one there.
After walking out of the castle, Situ went directly to the food street guided by the system.
The hawkers stirred the guys in their hands, and the steaming nothing went into the fireworks of the world.
Well, I'm really hungry.
Fill your stomach first and then find that person.
system:
It regrets telling the host about the food street.
After ordering a few dishes with the characteristics of the third district, Si Tu continued to wander.
But there always seemed to be a wispy gaze behind him.
It's really interesting, can even catch a small tail when go out for a meal.
She wanted to see who would follow her at this time!
Turning into a dark alley, Si Tu finally took a bite of the multi-grain pancake in his hand.
Hey, such delicious pancakes can only be eaten next time.
Master, do you know what you are here for?
The system's tone was resentful, but the aura started to get stronger and stronger.
careful
Before the system could finish speaking, he saw his host directly bump into someone.
Si Tu was looking for the trash can, and with the dim vision around him, he couldn't see the way very much.
Only then did she smash herself into someone's chest abruptly, and the pain caused her tears to come out.
System: How do you feel that your host is stupid and cute?
No, its host is the goddess of war.
But who belongs to such a shameful host?
"You're so weak, haven't you had enough to eat in the third district?"
A man's magnetic voice came from above his head, listen carefully, and it was also cunning.
Si Tu silently glanced at the bag of multigrain pancakes in his hand and threw it into the trash can.
But he was right, she did not have enough to eat.
The milk tea fried chicken soup dumplings expressed dissatisfaction at this time!
"I didn't have enough to eat, could it be that you want to invite me to dinner?"
Rubbing the tip of his nose, which was flushed red, Situ said angrily.
Talking so much, do you need to clean up?
Facing her misty, slightly aggrieved blue eyes, the man was in a good mood, stretched out his palm and rubbed her head.
"Okay, what else do you want to eat? You have eaten fried chicken xiaolongbao with milk tea just now, right?"