The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

  Chapter 102 Wills

  Charlie got into the carriage marked with the Violet family coat of arms.

  The lady's personal maid was 'brought' up by her using wind arcane magic.

  At this time, he sat opposite her with a sigh of relief.

  A fox pretending to be a tiger, what would happen without the tiger behind him?

   Will be beaten to death by angry animals in the forest.

  Charlie sighed helplessly.

   "I think what happened in the afternoon should be a signal." She paused slightly, "If you translate this signal, it should be called: Don't, come, mess with me."

   "But obviously, you and your master are not intelligent enough to understand the meaning of this signal."

  Or, this kind of person is just used to domineering.

   Also spoiled by good-tempered people.

  If they meet a real villain, they will be pitiful like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

  Because they are not as vicious as those treacherous and evil people.

  However, if they meet good people, they will be as hateful as a dragon.

   To put it bluntly, this kind of person is not dangerous, but he is disgusting enough.

  In any case, Charlie felt that he could no longer spoil the lady.

   "You like to tell tales?" Charlie crossed his legs, put his hands on his chin, and looked seriously at the struggling maid.

   "Well, from now on, don't talk anymore."

  This is not a negotiation, but a 'judgment'.

  Charlie tapped the maid's throat through the void.

  What is the scary thing about Enchanting Arcane Art?

  A simple [hint] is enough to make people run to suicide in a trance.

  The arcane school that controls people's behavior and thinking is called the enchantment school.

  Charlie seldom uses arcane arts of this department.

   But I have to admit that this kind of arcane art is really very useful at this time.

   The mind of the maid is distorted.

  She believes that she has been deprived of the right to speak, and she can only be a mute ever since.

   It wasn't until this moment that she realized that it was Charlie Violet in front of her.

   He was no longer the young master who was at the mercy of them in the manor.

   This is an aristocrat with real power who commands the wind and rain in Utopia and holds the power of life and death.

   Those articles in the Goblin Three Magazine that look like sensationalism are all true.

  She is the 'beacon' of utopia, the last light of hope for arcanists.

   No one can offend Charlie's majesty.

  Even if you come to the imperial capital, the old emperor should be polite.

   On the one hand, at the three-headed dragon who followed her.

  On the other hand, it was because of Charlie Violet.

   Centipede insect, dead but not stiff.

  Arcanists seem to be in decline.

  Because one after another of the famous floating cities fell.

  However, the old emperor saw another side.

  Originally, although the Arcanists were powerful, they were not united.

  They are scattered all over the world, busy with their own affairs.

  Even if the Floating City Club tries their best to maintain it, it will be difficult to reach a consensus on many things.

  Of course, there is an exception for the case of the magician, which seems to be a "big event" for every arcanist to go deep into the soul.

   Regret is useless.

  The carriage also arrived at the destination.

  Charlie got out of the car, followed by the elf Zhengtai and Antanaron with long silver hair.

  The maid ran back to the manor in panic.

  After receiving the news that the carriage had returned, Mediterranean Sea wanted to see viciously what the expression of the "Master Earl" is now.

  In their eyes, Charlie is the young master who will always be held in the palm of their wives.

   Nothing to be afraid of.

  However, what he greeted was Weng Na who stumbled back.

  Weng Na's face was full of tears, she frantically pointed at her throat, and opened her mouth wide, trying to say something.

  Unfortunately, she couldn't make any sound.

  The behavior at this time is like a mime.

   Butler Totti felt a little nervous.

  I feel that Master Charlie who came back this time seems aggressive.

  He didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran to see his wife with the maid who had become dumb.

   The bewildered old Mrs. Violet had no time to figure out what was going on.

  The door was pushed open vigorously, making a loud bang.

   Obviously, Charlie, who is now an arcanist, cannot be blocked by a few servants.

   "'Mother'." When Charlie called this term, his tone was very strange.

  It looks very much like the lady in front of the ridicule through these two words.

   "What's the matter with finding me in such a 'rush'?"

   Today's Charlie has changed a lot, and Frye has noticed it.

   Naturally, the old countess has also noticed that she has been treating her as a 'marionette'.

  The lady was very 'tactful' and directly gave up the original plan.

  Like the last time, when I asked Charlie for real estate in the imperial capital, I went straight to the point and 'straight to the point'.

   "Who are they? What is your relationship with them? Why did you bring them back?"

  The old countess looked over, followed by Charlie, one big and one small, two handsome men.

  She habitually issued a series of aggressive questions.

   But obviously, Charlie no longer needs to swallow his anger.

   "If you just talk about such meaningless words, then excuse me."

  Charlie is in no mood to waste time with this lady.

  Suddenly, Mrs. Victoria's complexion became very embarrassed.

  Charlie really turned to leave.

  She changed her words urgently.

   "You child! Why are you so angry now? I asked you to come back for something!"

  Charlie stops.

   "What's the matter, just tell me."

   "Have you eaten yet? Why don't we chat while eating?" the old countess forced a smile.

  Antanaron is okay, Mag is really hungry.

  He tugged on Charlie's sleeve expectantly.

  This simple bronze dragon probably thought that the food at Charlie's family was of the same standard as that of White Castle.

  So, Charlie sat at the dinner table in the manor.

   Soon, servants came in with trays of dishes.

   When Mag saw the dishes put down on the table, his eyes were dull.

  Charlie looks fine.

  Before she left, this house was at this level.

  In an instant, the bronze dragon lost his love, pushed away the dinner plate, and fell down on the dining table lifelessly.

  He looked sideways at Charlie, complaining in his eyes.

   Obviously, it's because Charlie didn't tell him that the food here is so 'hard to eat'.

   It has to be said that the appetites of the dragons were all spoiled by Charlie.

  Charlie smiled at McGonagall.

  This smile misunderstood a certain lady.

  I thought that this meal relieved my previous tension.

  She opened her mouth and talked about the purpose of 'being a demon' this time.

   "Charlie, I read the newspaper issued by the green-skinned monsters..."

  The smile on Charlie's face faded.

   "Goblin." She said in a cold voice.

   "What?" Madam asked inexplicably.

   "The 'green-skinned monsters' you mentioned have a scientific name called goblins."

   Madam pursed her lips.

   "Okay, these goblins, the newspapers they issue. I read it said that during the civil war, you also fought there?"

  Charlie hummed lightly.

   "Ah, this is terrible. I know several ladies who have lost children in this war."

  Charlie's fork is struggling with the peas on the plate.

   What I was thinking in my heart, wouldn't it be this matter that accidentally inspired this long-buried 'maternity', right?

  The silver fork picked up a pea, took advantage of the distraction of the black dragon on the shoulder, and stuffed it directly into the dragon's mouth.

  Caught off guard by the black dragon stuffed with a pea: "..."

  Heilong just wanted to lose his temper, but he heard the lady say slowly:

   "This world is too dangerous, anyone may die anytime, anywhere...

   So, Charlie, do you want to make a will? "

  Charlie almost thought that he had hallucinations in his ears.

   "What?" She frowned.

   "Just to make a will, you know, now you are outside, what kind of people are you around?

   People who don't know the basics.

   Don't think too well of the current people.

  In case you have any accidents, those financial reports published in the newspapers, family property...

   What should I do if my property was stolen by your subordinates?

   Also, do you want to take some people away from here when you leave this time?

   After all, it’s the old man I use, it’s easier to use than those messy people you find outside..."

   Mrs. is still talking.

  Charlie stopped her directly, "Who am I going to make a will to?"

Mrs.    said it very naturally:

   "Of course it is for me. Don't you want to give it to your poor relatives from your father? They are all debt collectors!"

  Charlie was so angry that the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

   She almost threw the cutlery back on the plate.

   There was a loud noise.

   With a 'bang bang' sound, the old countess clutched her plump chest in fright.

   Charlie was so angry that he couldn't speak.

   Sometimes, when the anger reaches the extreme, there is silence.

   "Let's go!"

   Eh! Accidentally, it’s too late to finish this chapterε=(ο｀*)))

  (end of this chapter)