Overgod Ascension

Carlos collar.

And the morning light shines through the iron fort, and the golden glow fills the hall.

“Mother! ”

Two seventeen or eight-year-old girls gracefully saluted Amelia in a ladies dress.

“Celis, Cecile, after breakfast, go to the tutor, the courtesy teacher the jazz invited you from Tsunami Castle, know the most elegant courtesy of the Blue Bloods! ”

Amelia said calmly: "Even if the grownups are not here, you can't skip class! A well-educated lady doesn't serve flowers all day in the back garden, you understand? ”

“We understand, Mother! ”

The two young girls threw up their lovely pink tongues and threw up their skirts with a hint of cunning in their gorgeous delicacies: "When will he be back, Godfather? ”

“Soon! ”

Amelia looked at the scene and sighed in the dark.

Knowing that his two daughters had landed as beauties famous for their proximity, a hint of love hung in the presence of the Lord Sir.

Unfortunately, in their capacity, it is no longer possible to become the Lady of the Lord Jazz at this time. But it is the words of a mistress...

Seems to think of something, Amelia immediately blushes.

“And…”

The younger looking girl, Cecil, had a hesitant look on her face: "Lord Cecil, I hate it so much... when does he leave? ”

“Lord Cissé? ”

The smile on Amelia's face cooled down and her face was a little nervous: "What's wrong with him? ”

“He used to gauge me and my sister! ”

Cecile said, at her age, she understood everything and was very dissatisfied with Lord Cecil, who had occupied the best room in Fort Iron in the first place.

“It is for the Lord Sir to decide what to do with him! ”

Amelia smiled again: "Well… it's time for the ladies to take today's lesson! ”

When the two ladies left, the smile on her face gradually turned cold: "Sister Sata! ”

“Dear Madam, what can I do for you to summon your servant? ”

The door opened and a tall, cold-faced middle-aged woman walked in.

“Lately, keep me close to the two ladies, especially the Lord Cissé, you understand? ”

Amelia is not an ordinary lady, she has been trained for her earlier ordeal.

“If this person's intentions are really not right, treat him the way those arrogant people did before...”

She sneered and made Sister Sata's body tremble. After all, that punishment was too cruel for a man.

Until Sister Sata went out, Joff, dressed up, walked in again: "Madam! ”

Old Jov was not fit to remain in the main fighting forces for physical reasons, but he was more than enough to be a magistrate and pushed the security of the entire Carlos administration into good shape.

“What's the matter? ”

Amelia rubbed her eyebrows and had a feeling that Jove wouldn't bring any good news.

“Not only did Lord Cissé personally take an interest in our factory, but several of his entourage crossed the cordon line unauthorized last night and was captured by the corps of the breastplate factory! ”

“Thief?! ”

Amelia was startled and smiled.

In several major departments, such as steel and weapons, Wu Ming practiced military management. Those guard teams and other things were trained by long-time warriors and led by experienced officers. If something happens, pulling into the battlefield is a large army.

Spying on intelligence under such difficulty is no different from dying unless it is attacked with greater force.

“Five people in all. What should we do? ”

Jove asked softly.

“What information do they have? ”

“One of the most successful, just a glance at our production line from afar, and the libraries and drawings are intact! ”

Jove straightened his chest and answered with some pride.

“Always in custody! ”

Amelia made an immediate decision.

“But... on Lord's side..." Jov asked with some hesitation.

“Remember, Jov, all you caught last night was some cheap thief! What is Lord Cissé's identity? How could you get mixed up with this filthy scum? ”

Amelia smiled.

“I see, ma'am! ”

Jove's eyes lit up and bowed down.

……

After these arrangements, Amelia relieved herself and a little tiredness appeared on her face.

Only then will she realize that she is still a woman, hoping to have an arm to rely on.

“My lord, please come back soon! ”

Amelia thought silently in her heart, but by the time she entered the living room, she had a professional smile on her face and looked at a nobleman in the seat with a knife and a fork and was dealing with a piece of ham: "Good day, Lord Cissé, I hope you are satisfied with everything here! ”

Lord Cisse looks younger than forty years old, has blue eyes, pale skin, wears a wig on his head, almost immediately approaching him, and has a nauseating scent of perfume.

Amelia certainly knows the details of this lord.

In fact, in the Wind Fluorescent Plains, the nobility who can obtain Cognac seals is ultimately a minority, while some descendants of nobility, with noble bloodlines in the sky, have a difficult livelihood, cannot sustain a subsistence life, have to rely on other nobles, hope to be rewarded through service, or even the reward of sealed land.

Some of them, whose meritorious deeds do not qualify for Cognac, or who do not have any extra land, will be temporarily declared lords of honor, a title that cannot be inherited, and which is considered half noble.

But with this title, as long as a plot of land can be obtained and inherited, it slowly enters the ranks of the nobility.

Therefore, this Lord of Honor is the craziest dog of the great nobility, and there is little they dare to do in order to show sufficient merit.

“In fact… very bad! ”

Lord Cissé stuffed every piece of food on the table into his mouth, as if he had a bottomless hole in his stomach, a pair of eyes measuring Amelia, with that blatant gaze that caused Amelia to bite her teeth in secret.

“I want to see Sir William Wallace! ”

He wiped his mouth with a white napkin in an elegant position, whirling: “But he kept going out! Does William not know, as a lord, his duty to this land? ”

“My master is a brilliant lord who brings untold wealth to the land and makes every people happy! ”

Amelia responded incessantly.

“But a good lord should not leave his enclosure, let alone fail to fulfil his obligations! ”

Cisse waved a knife and fork, a silver knife almost pointing to Amelia's nose: "William's foreman, the great Blue Blood leader, the Earl of Blue Mountain, has fallen into war and, as a foreman, fled when he should have fulfilled his duty! This is the fiercest betrayal of the sacred oath! ”

He complained righteously about William, but his heart was long overflowing.

The riches of Carlos are famous throughout the Fluorescent Plains. How can we afford the hard work of planning this mission and the fatigue of the journey?

Even in his mind, there is a secret thought.

He knew his foreman's dissatisfaction with Sir William, and if he could find an opportunity to seize the territory of this jazz and transfer it to himself... he seemed to see a river flowing through Kinderon!

Although this is difficult, thanks to the connections that you have accumulated with the Count, you will not have the opportunity to invest all of this harvest as a bribe.

As for the reward? It's all right. This land will pay off to its best.

As a feudal lord, collecting taxes is instinct. How can you afford him if you don't scratch this place a few feet hard?

“I protest! ”

Amelia's exhilarating breasts fluctuated: "Sir William left the territory before the call order arrived! I didn't mean to break my responsibilities! And I had ordered a hundred soldiers to do their Lord's duty to the Count of Blue Mountain, long before I received the requisition! ”

“But the truth is the truth! Though a thousand strong soldiers cannot replace the fact that their knights have never arrived! ”

Lord Cissé pulled out a piece of parchment paper covered with blue tiger paint and shrugged his shoulders: “I regret to inform you that, once a month has passed, Sir William has not returned, I will have to temporarily ‘take over' this territory in accordance with the Count's decree. ”

“Lord Jazz will return! ”

Amelia said silently, expressing perseverance.

“Okay!”

Cisse lay on the chair, lazy and seemingly unintentionally asked: “Besides... where have some of my loyal servants gone? ”

“That should ask you yourself! ”

Amelia smiled coldly.

“My man is missing in Carlos...” Cisse's face cooled down: “You must give me a satisfactory answer! ”

“Lord! ”

At this time, another servant in grey clothes flew in and whispered to him. He stood up and blushed: “How dare you detain the earl's messenger? Do you want to rebel? ”

Amelia was surprised to find out so quickly.

“I'm going to the factory now, to ask them to hand over my servants and hang all those who do this to them! ”

Lord Cissé seized the opportunity and opened his eyes to excitement, shouting out loud.

“You… you have no right to do so! ”

Amelia silenced.

“I have the right to do so, because at this point, I represent the Count! ”

Cisse answered with pride.