Chapter 7: A Personal Report of Caesar

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Name: Caesar

Gender: Male

Nation: Savage Orcs

Identity: Northern monarch and War God Crown Prince

Power Career Level: Level 7 Saint Seiya

Can be married:

But there are children: If not a strange daughter, there is no

But there are records of fighting: countless, the most proud one is to punch a big lizard.

There are records of alcoholism: no

But there is a record of teasing a good woman: No

There are records of kidnapping: No

There are murder records:... Can I not count

Have military combat experience:

The troops that have commanded the highest specifications are: God of War Guards

Are you willing to be a knight: I am a Saint

Are you willing to protect all the weak: It depends on the situation

Are you willing to destroy all the unfair things in the world:...If you don't have this ability, I just care what I see

How do you think of Rose Cross Knights Academy: A magical place where both the hardships of Hannibal came out and the freaks of Artoria were trained. Well, what else...

Ahem... This is the list filled in by Caesar. The above is only a small part, and the following is a little unsightly. The reason I wrote this is because the consul of the Light finally couldn't stand it anymore and threw the document on the table with a bang.

"So shameless...so shameless..." Hannibal roared to the sky, "Who was drunk by Aozaki Aozaki when he was in the north and punched me to the sky! Your sister, you have never teased the good woman along the way? Did the palace come up with you on his own initiative? You didn't kidnap innocent people, so what's wrong with Hatsune! Your sister! Your sister! Your sister! Who else is suffering! It would be great if there were a few cute girls around you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! There is also that nation, nation... Caesar, how should I complain about you in that nation!"

"...Don't be impatient, little Hannibal." The old man in a simple robe smiled slightly, "Don't forget that the Saint Seiya's iron shirt fighting skills are no different and the thicker. Besides, the defenses of all war gods in the past are so high?"

The dean of the Rose Cross Academy, the leader of the twelve bishops of the External Organization, Russell, the archbishop who is both in the faith of the Holy Light of Brittany and the faculty of the Rose Cross Academy is a big helper of Pope Ellas, and is also the best in the Pope Hall who is strong enough to win the top three. At this moment, he is carefully watching Caesar fill out the half-truth and half-false report that he is actually talking nonsense, and then looking at the last page, the signature of his personal seal.

The power of the element flows with eight shining words - the God of War Qin Ming, bowing to the north.

He suddenly smiled: "It seems that the crown prince of the Temple of War is not only shameless, but also unexpectedly smart. It seems that the statement that love makes people stupid is not very correct. At least after seeing the safe and sound witch of fate, the joy of reunion slowly fades away, and his concerns and doubts about his lover make him calmer. Little Hannibal, don't underestimate your partner. Although the witch's matter is imminent, I don't want a little separation between the future pope and the God of War. You should always stand on the same front and be intimate."

"You mean, Caesar is taking the trick?" The consul of the Light suddenly turned around, "...but what can this happen? If the facts we have obtained through clue analysis are correct, then Caesar must not be closer to the witches. This guy's path will become extreme at critical moments, and what will happen at that time..."

"Haha... I am just an old man who provides advice. The huge resources and power of the Pope Hall are slowly handing over to you. Although this time will last for many years, you already have the power to command us in some aspects, and you are the decision-maker." Russell smiled slightly, "And I will help you without damaging the interests of the Pope Hall, because this is the order I have received, but I suggest you try to trust your partner more."

"…I admit that hiding him on this issue really makes me feel uneasy." Hannibal sighed in a low voice.

"I understand your concerns." Russell poured two cups of tea, handed Hannibal a cup, and brewed the tea countless times, which was almost the same as boiling water. However, Hannibal certainly would not care, but just frowned slightly: "Architect, although the Way of Holy Light advocates diligence and thrift, it also encourages pursuit. I think it is okay for a dedicated principal to have a good cup of tea."

"So, Your Highness, is this cup of tea or water?" Russell said with a smile.

"...it's tea." Although the bird has faded away, it still has a tea flavor.

"Well, because even though you brew it many times, it still has a tea flavor." Russell drank all the tea in the cup, "Be careful, Your Highness, your friendship with the king is like a pot of tea, pour it out, pour it out, pour it again..."

Hannibal was shocked and said with a forced smile: "Grandpa, you are joking, this time I just had to..."

"It's absolutely right...that's right. These four words are hot water. When you pour the tea pot into the teapot, even if it's only once, the tea taste should still be light." Russell turned around and said lightly, "When the tea leaves are fixed, can you restore the previous deliciousness of a light tea?"

"Yes... With Caesar's character, I guess I will forget these things in a few days. Besides, I have no selfishness, and it's all for his own good, but he is definitely uncomfortable. If he does this, it will definitely leave a gap between me and him." Hannibal's eyes flashed, he picked up Caesar's report and took a deep breath, "Witch Night... For you to influence the friendship between the future Pope and the God of War... Is this gambling worth it?"

"If you want to go, just do it as soon as possible." Russell sat comfortably on the chair and adjusted his comfortable posture. "I guess the king is waiting for you to give him an interesting explanation."

"Let's wait a little longer..." Hannibal shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Sure enough... the greater the power in his hand, is the more difficult the choice you make? I really envy this barbarian..."

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"Caesar, a transfer student in Class A of the third year, should I come here to attend class according to the so-called class schedule." Caesar stood in front of a large classroom like an auditorium, nodding to the lecturer standing on the podium, "Salute to you, the person who spreads knowledge. Also, do you know what Hannibal's sister is named? The academy manager ran too fast."

Can you not be happy? Seeing the things written by Caesar. At first, the provost glanced at the provost and saw a crazy talk. He thought the young man was joking. In order to make him understand the principle of the serious rules of the college, he had to scold him. Unexpectedly, Caesar saw his personal signature and seal, and took out his personal seal and stamped it.

...This is purely used to disgust Hannibal who has planned something. Although I don't know what this guy is thinking, the purpose of his intention to let Caesar come here is definitely not as simple as educating his sister. Based on the principle of trusting his partner, Caesar was waiting for Hannibal to explain the situation himself, but the little dissatisfaction he was kept in the dark still made him make this decision.

The Provost... All the senior staff of the school are from the Pope Department. The Provost, who holds the power of the academy, is of course a senior figure in the former Pope Department. Of course, he has some eyesight. So he looks familiar with him as he looks, his mouth wider and wider. He asked tremblingly: "...I'll disturb you a little, are you?"

"...You asked me to tell the truth." Caesar shook the report of the Secret of the Holy Land by one third, one third, one third, and one third, and handed it to the Provost, "Well, are there any problems after writing this?"

"Mah... please don't worry." The Provost turned around and ran away with the report, "School... Principal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...So the academy officer ran like a flying man and left Caesar with an innocent look on his face in the provost's office. Caesar was puzzled and looked at him and seemed to have been assigned to Class A for three years... Uh, very familiar.

So Caesar, confused, found the classroom by himself. The instructor was a woman with a charm. After listening to Caesar's report, he wanted to welcome him ritually. But when asked, he was stunned: "Han... Hannibal, such a familiar name, who is he?"

...I was wrong. It was a big mistake to ask the woman to ask Hannibal about the relevant information...

Women who are not above the sixth level or have no special relationship with him have a memory of Hannibal completely close to zero.

"Okay... If you have any questions, please tell me after class? Caesar, please find a seat first. Did the Provost arrange anything else for you?" The lecturer frowned slightly.

"... The Provost ran away after reading my personal report. I couldn't stop him." Caesar shrugged, but he followed the lecturer's advice and found an empty seat to sit down. As expected, he saw Artoria, and the two nodded to greet him.

...After listening for two minutes, I couldn't hear what the lecturer was talking about. I still read the four textbooks, but I knew which one to use... Well, numerical calculations, you... your sister's...

Caesar's eyes were twitching.

I thought she was talking about so-called grammar writing.

However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that five minutes later, the college outside the classroom was in a state of solemnity, and teachers and staff were running back and forth, not knowing who they were looking for.

Until the dean rushed to the door of the classroom and saw the numerical operation textbook that was considering the ghost drawing talismans in the sky, looking at Caesar who was looking forward to it or looking backwards, the dean, who was over 40, collapsed at the door with a look of relief and shouted excitedly at the communication stone: "Stop the team... stop the team... Holy Light... He will actually attend class honestly..."

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