Law of the Devil

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(This is to make up for the arrears, this chapter is only 3,000 words, relatively short, only to make up for. That's all for today.

Chapter 577 [Twelve Years Old…] (Next)

Charlie exhaled some dissatisfaction in his heart at Dewey, his brain was hot, after so many words, he calmed down, and he had to regret it a little. He looked at Dewey with a grudge, but didn't know how Dewey would react if he said those words.

“Your Majesty.” Dewey laughed and said warmly, "I see what you're thinking. Perhaps you can ask the Regent to take on some things and go through some practice. Um, after I'm feeling better, I'll ask the Regent, um, if you like, for a few days at the Imperial Military Academy. With the young officers of the Empire..."

Charlie's face did not have the slightest pleasure, and his eyes were deeply disappointed.

These… are not what he wanted.

Perhaps a few months ago, he would have been very, very enthusiastic about the proposal. But now… on the palace of first-hand meetings and close observation, the powerful men in the hands of the imperial ministries, in front of their own fathers, await the verdict.

All of this, as if it had completely opened a valve in Charlie's heart! Thoroughly opened his heart's desire!

Why not?

Why can't I sit on that throne, like my father, and be a final judge?

I... I am the Emperor! It is the emperor of the empire who hails the prayer.

Oh, forgive this kid... after all, he's only twelve years old. When everyone is his age, there will always be unrealistic ambitions and fantasies, even if they mature sooner.

However, for Charlie, the most dangerous thing is that if it's an ordinary child, that unrealistic fantasy can't be realized anyway. But Charlie... he's the Emperor of the Empire! In theory, his dangerous unrealistic ambitions are possible.

This is where the danger lies.

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The little emperor was somewhat disappointed that, in his view, this wise teacher had not been able to help himself solve the biggest problem in his heart. And Dewey was deeply worried about little Charlie's premature ambition. He is more aware that this already somewhat deformed ambition was prompted by himself and the Regent.

Perhaps the teenager would not have come into contact so early with "power” - the most easily lost and terrible thing in the world - if the child had not been pushed to the throne so prematurely.

Before Emperor Charlie said goodbye, he looked at Dewey with hesitation and immediately smiled: “I understand, Your Majesty, that today's conversation is a little secret between you and me. ”

Charlie was relieved, at this moment, of the smile on his face, still like a child.

Later, Gabriel came running with a thrilling expression and just walked in the door he shouted: "Brother! Northwest, northwest! ”

Dewey's eyes shine: "Oh? Vivian, are they here? ”

Charlie immediately said, “I'm going to see my mother. ”

Gabriel hastily said: “No, Sister-in-law's convoy is still on its way, except... the one who stood in front has arrived. ”

Just after that, Dewey heard a rush of familiar footsteps.

“Dewey!” A crisp sip of snow and dirt stained the boots of the lords and walked in.

A skinny young man stood in front of Dewey, who had a clear face, five fine and sophisticated officers, a thin lip gently flashed, a short hair, obviously hanging himself with a sword, but he looked distracted. The northwestern tulip family officer's uniform, with a leather coat on the outside and a slender, aristocratic sword on the waist.

Looking between Dewey's eyebrows, he couldn't hide a hint of the young man's characteristic wildness.

Of course… on a slim, white neck, no male trait: the throat knot.

So, this is a young girl.

As soon as Dewey saw this man, she frowned: "Muse, what are you doing here? ”

“Well, it's not just me, my sister and Angel are here. He's on his way with your wife. ”

Muse walked in, took off his leather coat and threw it on the chair.

It's quite a blossoming figure, and it's already quite obvious - this is where Dewey's head aches. This fake boy, when he was a minor a few years ago, pretended that some boys were okay, but now he can't cover it up. From the previous year onwards, Muse even made a bright and upright statement of her gender.

And in the back of the northwest, this fake boy was always giving Dewey a headache, and he just let Dewey swing and threw her under Jolene's back.

At this moment, Muse, already a seventeen-year-old girl, inherited the beautiful lineage of the Lester family. Although it was a man's dress, it did not harm her beauty in any way. On the contrary, this man's dress made her feel a little more than the feminine tenderness.

Dewey coughed and sighed: "Muse, have come to meet His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire! ”

Muse stunned, and when he saw Charlie in the room, he immediately understood the identity of the other party. Although she was a fake kid, she was still from a large family, and hurried by the rules of courtesy - but not the courtesy that noble girls should have, but the military courtesy.

This move brightens Charlie's eyes!

Though only twelve years old, Charlie, born in the royal family, is naturally surrounded by beautiful court maids, and he knew early on to enjoy the tenderness of women - the same as most noble teenagers from the empire.

Looking at such an alternate beautiful girl saluting herself, Charlie looked as if she was stunned, but she just looked back and nodded. Later, I said goodbye.

Dewey asked Gabriel to push herself to the door and then Charlie laughed: "Teacher, the snow and wind are so heavy, you're not feeling well, so don't give it away again. ”

Speaking, this little emperor who likes acting, he took the first two steps, patted Gabriel's shoulder, and smiled “delightfully”: “The future Count Rollin, you are the brother of the teacher, I am the disciple of the teacher, everyone is about the same age, in the future you can come to the palace to play with me more... we can be good friends, next time out hunting, I will definitely call you! ”

He said it very well, and Gabriel didn't think much about it, because Gabriel was a delightful man. Charlie went up and gave Gabriel a warm hug to show his affection, which was a goodbye.

And Dewey had a couple of cans of sealed northwestern specialty sand honey handed over to Charlie's entourage.

Before leaving, Charlie seemed unconscious and couldn't help but look at Muse. That look, it made Dewey realize, couldn't help but slightly frown.

“This is the empire's little emperor?” As soon as Charlie left, Muse regained her true nature and grinned. “I don't think so either. ”

Dewey didn't have a good face and glanced at Muse coldly: "Who sent you here? ”

“I...” At first sight, Dewey made love to herself, suddenly she gave in. She had been used to fighting Dewey since she was a child, and now she was not weak, she said angrily: “Do you want me to agree with you when I return to the Emperor? ”

“You are an officer, subject to my control.” Dewey snorted.

“General Jolyn has a warrant! Mrs. Vivian agrees!” Muse stared hatefully at Dewey.

Dewey sighed and stopped blaming Muse.

He knew in his heart that in the end his bad mood was caused by the way Charlie stared at Muse before he left… Although no one else noticed, how could Dewey not understand the meaning of that look?

Hmm... I'm only 12 years old! Twelve!

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Out of Tulip House, riding the horse across a street, Charlie suddenly stopped, remembering Gabriel's hug before he finally walked away, his hands and feet touched, he immediately poured water out of the horse's leather bag and quickly washed his hands, took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, rubbed his hands several times, which was why he hurriedly threw the handkerchief at the side of the road.

“Your Majesty, what's in these jars?” A knight's head asked with a smile, "I don't know what good stuff Lord Tulip gave me. ”

Charlie glanced at the cans of "sand honey” that the cavalry hung right behind him...

Before I could think of myself, Gabriel was washing Dewey's feet, and Charlie's eyebrows flashed instantly with disgust - these were also carried by Gabriel's kid himself, God knows if the kid from Rollin 'Country washed his hands!

He seems to have deliberately forgotten that he wanted to prepare the act and wash Dewey's feet himself.

“Give it to you, you split it up. ”

Charlie waved his hand, and it was like driving a fly away.

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(I owe 8,000 words in total, this chapter is only 3,000, so I owe 5,000 more, and I will continue to make it up tomorrow. That's all for today ~

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