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Almost two hours later, Qianyu walked out of the room with a cold expression, while Klein followed behind her with his head lowered.

Aimore carefully examined Qianyu, her expression and demeanor the same as before, but he now felt that Her Highness the Princess was even more beautiful than before, as if she had become more radiant. He wondered if this was just his imagination.

Moreover, Her Highness the Princess seemed to have changed her clothes. Although the style was exactly the same, the previous one was obviously newer, while this one was slightly older.

After all, Aimore was a fifth-tier professional, and he could still notice this detail with a close observation.

"Negotiate is negotiate, why change clothes?" He was worried and asked Qianyu:

"Your Highness, what did you talk about? What took you so long?"

Qianyu glanced coldly at Aimore, her gaze even sharper than usual, which made Aimore feel inexplicably timid.

"Are you questioning me? Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Since it's a private conversation, what we said must be very important. Have you forgotten the rules of the Northern Border Army?"

Aimore looked at the powerful Qianyu and thought to himself, how could such a princess lower her status and have something happen with a cultist?

Her Highness the Princess is still so strong. The noise just now was probably from spilling tea or something, right? Yes, it must be so.

The licking dog's self-comfort mode was activated. That feeling was like when your goddess is on the phone with you at two in the morning, telling you she's jogging.

"Yes! Your subordinate knows his mistake!"

Klein, who was following behind Qianyu, almost laughed out loud. Private conversation, huh? But women are indeed all natural-born actresses!

Just as Klein was about to laugh, Qianyu suddenly turned around and said to Klein in that cold and indifferent tone:

Aimore glanced at Qianyu, then turned his head with a smile and looked at Klein. As expected, Her Highness the Princess didn't give him a good look. So, he said smugly:

"Did you hear what Her Highness the Princess said? You better do things well, otherwise, Her Highness the Princess won't let you off."

??? Klein was dumbfounded.

【Big brother, do you know what Qianyu told me to do? Why are you so happy here? She told me to continue fighting at one o'clock tonight, and you're still happy here?

You're being smug with me here, I'm really a little… delighted? Overjoyed? Alas, this person is too miserable, I'd better not hit him.】

Klein looked at Aimore with some sympathy and nodded seriously:

"Okay, General Aimore, I will definitely complete the task that Her Highness the Princess has given me and try my best to make her satisfied."

Seeing Klein lower his head, Aimore immediately felt satisfied. He raised his head, like a green-headed duck that had won a victory, and said very proudly:

"Hmph, I know you wouldn't dare to be perfunctory about the things that Her Highness has instructed."

After saying that, Aimore also left. The only person left was Jinniya, the princess's personal guard, who looked at Klein very kindly, which made Klein feel a little confused.

Jinniya glanced at Aimore and made sure that Aimore had left before she stepped forward and bowed slightly to Klein.

"Hello, Mr. Klein. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Jinniya. Like Her Highness the Princess, I am an Aileya Magic Swordsman, and my rank is 5th tier. If you need anything in the future, you can tell me at any time.

In the future, I will have to ask you to take care of Her Highness. Don't worry too much. The things you feel are dangerous are actually what His Majesty has been expecting. Everything will be fine if you let it be."

"Uh!"

Jinniya didn't give Klein a chance to continue speaking, but her words gave Klein a great shock.

Now, Klein finally understood why so many women wanted to marry into wealthy families, and he also understood what it meant to be three years older, holding a golden brick. Thirty years older, giving away the country.

A fifth-tier master is directly showing goodwill to me, what kind of operation is this? Is this the power of a rich woman? Joe, Eric, I don't want to work hard anymore.