p1:...In the next chapter, there are two routes: Pure Love Stream or Guijian Stream. Which one is better?

p2: So, I, who is as pure as a white flower, will be turned into a ghost by you...

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Before and after lunch, Caesar kept beating his chest and stamping his feet in his heart

It seems that my practice is not yet home, and I am shocked by the scene of pure love. I forgot to take it. Otherwise, it would be the video of Hannibal Yelu Hideyoshi... No, it was the video of Yekui Hideyoshi, plus some other scraps and some warm tear-jerking music. I guess it can make a very shocking series, which will become the most shameful stain of Hannibal's life.

Good opportunity, just flew away, and Caesar was heartbroken and couldn't extricate himself. He was so depressed that he was extremely depressed.

On the contrary, Hannibal seemed to have made his promise and brought Hideyoshi with him wherever he went. Well, rather than this, Hideyoshi was stuck with Hannibal's side, the elegant consul of the Light, the weak but firm-faced Knight of the Light, the pair of people who were blinded and blinded, which made the people who didn't know the truth repeatedly exclaimed, and the children who knew the inside story had cramped their stomachs.

...Now, Sivia walked towards Caesar with a gloomy face

"Caesar... Although I can't ask about my brother's personal affairs without authorization, this time..." So, the president, who still retains his objective sense of responsibility and integrity, was deeply worried about his brother's situation, and was incomparable to the perverted maid staring at Hannibal and Hideyoshi with a weird face. Sivia whispered, "Hideyoshi's affairs...you know too."

...I don't just know the good things about your brother and Hideyoshikun, thanks to me, the matchmaker...

Of course, Caesar would never say such words. He said in a deep voice: "This... Although I have heard of it and have contact with Hannibal and Hideyoshi, I don't know that the matter is so serious..."

"Is that right..." Sivia sighed softly, "From the beginning, my brother has shown first-class qualities, high talent, and an unreasonable degree of luck. The family once thought that his elder brother was chosen by God and followed the tradition of being a paladin. The elder brother never let everyone down. Until as time grew, the strange... something similar to a curse was slowly revealed."

"Apart from my mother and I, you can't communicate too much with any woman, and even female creatures cannot. The presence in women is almost thin, and your conversations with women will be inexplicably screwed up. Don't look at Hun... In the beginning, Hun didn't know how long it took to remember his brother..."

…Is it so miserable? However, according to Hannibal, something similar to a curse, will be resisted by the strength of the woman, that is, at least the sixth-level female strong man can remember that Hannibal's ninth-level female saints can still communicate with Hannibal without any obstacles - but the problem arises again, Hannibal's talented curse will also increase with his strength, and one day, he will become the ninth-level saint Pope, by that time...

...I'll just pull it. It sounds so miserable. Hannibal has reached the ninth level. It's probably difficult for the eighth-level female strong men in the Pope Hall to remember him. There are only a few women who can communicate with him normally at that time...

The young pope named Hannibal will also reach its peak on the day of the ninth level of kingdom. At the same time, he will also grow in parallel with the bad halo of mocking women and the powerful halo of charm for men. That is, at that time, he will soon become the dream lover of all men in the mainland.

...No, why do you feel a little fucked when thinking of that kind of scene? Caesar has the urge to laugh wildly - but in front of Sivia, it is better to do less impolite things...

Caesar looked at Hannibal's direction - the knights of the round table and the ministers of the country surrounded the consul, and everyone's eyes were shining with admiration and admiration. Of course, they were all big-sleeved men with round waists and handsome faces, as well as some gentlemen with blurred eyes. Today, Hannibal still has no females around him...

Sivia followed his gaze and sighed strangely: "As the brother's strength increases, the curse grows at the same time with the blessing of luck. At that time, no one cared about it, because in everyone's opinion, in front of the Holy Light Scepter of the Patriarch's World, the so-called love is not worth mentioning. As long as you stand at the absolute peak, your wife and other things don't have to worry about it... But the matter is so serious that it is me that we had never expected&|]"

"Brother... maybe I can never get the love he prays for. Even if he can marry the most beautiful girl in the world as his wife, that poor girl may not necessarily love him... Maybe it's because of his belief in the Holy Light, maybe it's a fanaticism about the power of the pope, maybe it's the order of the family. In short, that girl can't marry her brother because of love, but love her..." Sivia smiled sadly, "But... this is not bad. After all, everyone has their own pursuits, and there are many people who choose political marriage for the benefit of the family. If the brother does not become the supreme, I might also embark on this road. If Noel did not meet you, then maybe the family will arrange a engagement next year... If a girl can marry her brother, at least she will be happy..."

...But a terrible possibility has emerged, that is, your brother has found another way, a Zhuangkang Avenue with dark and bright flowers - it seems quite enviable to say that it is so popular with men.

Caesar didn't make a sound. Sivia glanced at the barbarian and smiled bitterly: "But no one expected that... the scene now is no longer a explanation of the friendship of the sect or the intimate relationship between superiors and subordinates. If this continues, some strange things may happen. As a sister, I don't want some terrible things to happen."

凯撒大体能够明白丝薇娅的心情,如果自己和某男人好上了,紫早就把房顶给掀了——不对,这两者的本质是不一样的紫会抓狂是因为自身严重的危机感,而丝薇娅的焦急完全是一个有节操的妹妹对于兄长的关心爱护,并没有什么私底下的欲?望,不像紫那个丫头,对她哥哥的美色觊觎已久……话我这么,会不会欠揍一点?

Caesar's mind was running the train. This silent attitude turned into an old man who practiced Tai Chi in Siweiya's eyes. The girl knight took a deep breath: "Caisar... His Majesty the King of Heaven, you are one of the few friends who can look at him in a right direction. He will definitely listen to your words. Please be sure to stop your brother from embarking on the road of no return. This is my lifelong request."

——This is the result of irresistible power, and it is the choice of the Stone of Destiny. It is as unstoppable as the invasion of hell. It is a creed written on the Stone of Truth. There are probably all in the records of Akasha. How do you ask me to stop it?

Caesar complained fiercely in his mind, but he had another trick on his lips. The barbarian scratched his head embarrassedly: "... Although I admire your concern for your brother, there is no sign that Hannibal was going to do that kind of thing-that guy was just a little popular with men, nothing serious..."

As soon as he finished speaking, several mighty lions and tigers raised in the palace roared and rushed to Hannibal, rubbing the legs of the consul Guang affectionately, as intimate as seeing his biological mother, Caesar shivered - the barbarian had to cover his heart that was half black inside to admit, and at that moment he thought of many things...

Sivia was anxious: "No... although you may not see it, as a girl, our intuition has always been very accurate. Once things develop to that level, it will be too late."

"...But what do you want me to do? Just talk to Hannibal, "Hey, dare to get closer to your brothers, do you dare to become a gay guy or not, if you don't dare, just stay away from Hideyoshi and the others. If you become a gay guy, I will be very troubled." Caesar shrugged innocently, "We must respect each other's choices and **. Don't this thing has not happened yet. Even if it is real, I have no position to interfere in this matter..."

...Svia is really a trump card. If the girl knight knew that his brother and Hideyoshi were not clear about the good things that were largely due to Caesar's fanning the flames behind her back, what kind of expression would she have?

The president's sister sighed, then bowed suddenly: "I know this is a very difficult thing for you, but you are the only one who can think of a solution and put it into action. Please, please help my brother."

"It's not that I don't want to help you..." Caesar scratched his head in embarrassment, "But this matter..."

"Please, this is my lifelong request, I am willing to do anything." Sivia was excitedly

"...Really?" Caesar's dog eyes suddenly burst into two flames, "Really, I'm willing to do anything."

"Uh..." Sivia was shocked by Caesar's eyes flashing brightly, "Although that's the case, but..."

But Caesar was no longer in. The barbarian looked at the beautiful breasts covered by Princess Sivia Huayu's skirt, and fell into a strong personal delusion like a silence: "What should I do, what should I do, what should I do... No, I want to calm down... No, my blood is burning... No, my gene lock is about to explode..."

"…Caesar?" Svia called tentatively

Responding to her was Caesar's faintly excited expression: "... As long as Hannibal was not allowed to be a gay man, I would do anything...Svia is like this. If so, for Svia's breasts, I will do it even if I give Hannibal eight hundred gallons of spring? And then throw him into a nightclub."

"...Wait, isn't Caesar moving to my decision and helping his brother without saying a word?" Sivia blinked, "And don't make such a tough thing so difficult"

"By the way," Caesar of course still didn't listen. His eyes flashed, "Sviya... I didn't want to do a few things just now, that is, 'willing to do anything' is completely plural, there is no limit at all. Do whatever you wantSviya to do... No, there is no insurance, why don't we sign a contract first?"

"...This is not the focus of the matter at all. The topic has deviated in a dangerous direction." Siweiya sighed over her forehead, "Anyway, is there no way?"

"Why...of course there are some," Caesar touched his chin and smiled, "Since Hideyoshi and her sister are almost exactly the same?"

Sivia's eyes lit up and she almost burst into laughter. She threw herself into Caesar's arms with a very quick attitude, hugged the barbarian fiercely, and then said excitedly: "Thank you for your advice, I'll do the next thing myself."

Looking at Sivia's hurriedly leaving, Caesar squinted his eyes, squinted his beautiful touch on his chest at that time, and then sighed for a long time: "It seems that Sivia is the biggest obstacle... but this may become an opportunity for her to give up..."

Looking at Hannibal and Hideyoshi who were responding appropriately in the crowd, the master and servant radiated a strange light that could not be concealed by the banquet hall, Caesar whispered: "Come on, you two, there are only so many people who can help you..."

Then, the King of Heaven laughed silently: "...Who, I will not be punished by God in the future..."

He looked around. The big men from state organs and all over the country gathered together with their parties and preferences. The same was true for young people. The groups exist in any public place. Everyone's performance was appropriate and courteous, showing good education and cultivation. Whether it was a high-ranking official or a stunningly powerful noble, they all restrained their usual arrogance and arrogance.

——Nothing else, just because in this world, there is a kind of power over pale power and wealth

Those who wear different costumes from the Brittanian style, either silent or flying, chatty or indifferent, echoed with a fluctuation of resistance to death in their bodies. The bureaucratic nobles of Brittania are not idiots of the three northern countries. They know very well what kind of existence the holy land is, and the backhand of the country is destroyed...

The natives and foreigners kept a distance rationally, with simple politeness, casual conversation, cautious speech, and communication without crossing the line. The local power and the holy land maintained such a stable balance - ordinary people who control power, professionals who control power, and professionals who control power.

——This is why the beautiful You and the others were not unnecessarily disturbed. Don’t be those old dandy plots. No one is fool. How could they do such embarrassing things at the state banquet?

Besides, you can recognize people with clothes. The girls' outfits can tell at a glance that they are extremely special. They must be big names from the holy land. Who would not be too jealous to be disgusted? With such blessings, Caesar could walk around with confidence. He was not interested in the Knights of the Round Table in Britania, but it was okay to deal with other interesting people.

"This woman..." First of all, her breasts are good and can be included in the "category of interest". Secondly, her dress shows that she comes from the Gate of Judgment, and is from the magic weapon school. The background logo of the Assassin's wrist blade is a combination of magic patterns and gears. It is obvious that she is a part of the scientific side of the Gate of Judgment, and she attaches more importance to the power of technology. Caesar's eyes look up from the chest, and she looks good. Her long golden hair is divided into two spiral rolls hanging on her chest, as if this style is popular in Brittany...

Moreover, this guy looks quite lonely. It is not that she is not familiar with the people here, because Caesar could see that people from several places far away gave her strange eyes, some disdain, some fear, and some vigilance...

——Anyway, Caesar walked towards her

——This costume, yes, only professionals in the Temple of War would choose this style, but only the complete inheritance of Saint Seiya can be obtained by barbarians. The other party is just an ordinary human, and probably not a dangerous big man...

As Caesar walked here, Cecilia Olcart was also looking at the barbarian, but it was obvious that like Caesar's former friends and enemies, she had a misunderstanding of the mutated body shape of the barbarian...

"Ri'an, sir" She politely raised her skirt and saluted, not looking cold or close to her

"Uh, hello," Caesar nodded, "My name is Caesar, from the Temple of War in the Northland"

"Cecilia Olcart" said the girl openly, "The Gate of Judgment, Magical Armor Assassin"

Caesar noticed the clues—when introducing herself, she habitually touched her water-blue earrings, probably not a simple ornament, and the jewelry was flowing with a strange smell that Caesar could not understand.

"Cecilia Alcart...I seem to hear this name, are you a native?"

"Haha, that's true," Cecilia smiled slightly, "You are also amazing. You can actually gain a place in the Temple of War God as a human being. Unfortunately, the Saint Seiya is a blood inheritance, and the identity of a non-barbarian race will inevitably not be fully inherited..."

"Haha..." Caesar smiled mysteriously and did not point it out. "You are also amazing to be selected by the Thirteen Lessons of the Dharma King Hall and passed the various selections of the Gate of Judgment - you know, for the seedlings selected from other places, the assassins have always been thinking about not having anything but being insignificant. Besides, you can directly participate in the development of i and become a limited number of special machine testers, which is enough to be proud."

"You..." Cecilia's pupils shrank, and a dangerous force quickly accumulated in her body.

"Don't be nervous..." Caesar waved his hand, "Although it's extremely secret, it's not a big deal for us to come. The real secrets of the holy land are completely closed. All members are directly responsible to the saints, and even the crown prince is not allowed to ask about it. How could you, an important tester, run around?"

"...It seems that I'm not very qualified yet." Cecilia sighed, but she was still a little alert, "...I was rude just now. I didn't expect your identity. Could it be that the crown prince of the God of War Palace?"

"...even if you don't win, it's not far away." Caesar smiled, "What do you do when you explore this? The original intention of such a banquet is to narrow the distance between the profession and the ruling. No one cares about your identity, nor will he bow down because of the power behind you. I am Caesar, you are Cecilia, that's all."

"It's true," the girl smiled slightly, "I'm back home, why are you here?"

"...I'm here to go to school. As an exchange student, I'm at Rose Cross Academy." Caesar touched his nose.

"Rose Cross..." A hint of regret flashed in Cecilia's eyes, "That's a good place... it was also my previous dream, but it was a pity..."

"What a pity? Only a few of the best knights can go to the Pope Hall to continue their studies after graduation, which is comparable to your current one step..." Caesar said with a laugh, "I don't know how many people are envious of you."

"Envy?" Cecilia smiled, "...How do you know the troubles of us? I used to think that achieving such achievements can change some things, but now it seems that it is still far from it..."

She seemed to want something, but her eyes accidentally swept aside, her face changed, and Caesar looked at her eyes, and several middle-aged people walked towards her. Cecilia said softly: "I'm sorry, it seems that our conversation is about to end here."

"Then let's talk about this first... I'm very happy to know you today. See you again tomorrow." Caesar nodded and turned around. Cecilia smiled politely, turned around to look at the people, and her face suddenly became gloomy.

Caesar found his good position, and the necromancer waved to him from afar. The barbarian smiled and walked wherever he raised his feet, but at this moment, a sudden change broke out, and an angry shout suddenly sounded

"Enough" An angry shout suddenly sounded from the hall of the state banquet. Caesar turned around in surprise, but saw the luxurious crystal lamp, Cecilia, who had just become noble and polite, turned red, her plump breasts were rising and falling, and her anger was overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, faced everyone's surprised eyes, pressed her chest, and shouted to the people in front of her in her bravest voice, "The Olcart family has not perished. I have always been here. Cecilia? Alcart, you have no right and no right to take anything from my family, because I am the head of Alcart, and I will not allow you to do this."

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