Reject me, hateful woman

What on earth did this guy go through in Zijinhua?

Has it changed so much?

But Behrens immediately regained his composure.

Momentum is something that must be backed up by sufficient confidence and strength.

No matter how mature Historia appears, she is still young and without the support of power, she is nothing more than rootless duckweed and bluff.

With just a few teasing words, she can reveal her true colors!

Behrens sneered:

"It seems that my sister has made good progress in her oral skills this year in Zijinhua. I wonder how much her arcane level has improved? Your brother and I are already a fourth-level arcanist, and we are only one step away from the fifth-level arcane master. .”

Historia showed a little bit of her magic power, showing disdain:

"stretch."

It’s also the fourth ring!

Behrens' pupils shrank, this guy was just starting out at the first level when he went there, but now he has the strength of the fourth level.

Even though she has been called a genius since she was a child, she is not a loser. It only took her one year to be on par with her. Isn't this speed of advancement too outrageous?

But what's the point of only having strength? The Crown Prince is not competing to see who can fight!

I also have a trick that works wonders every time I use it since I was little!

Behrens sneered:

"Yes, yes, you are indeed Sister Historia. I just don't know how many people welcome you when you return to the Imperial City this time, and how many people wish you would never come back? Brother, I do have some acquaintances. If there is anything you need in life, my sister." , they can definitely help you, as long as you are willing to pay some appropriate price."

Historia seemed completely unmoved, and even yawned out of boredom:

"Dian."

"you!"

Seeing that Historia was completely unmoved, Behrens could no longer maintain the fake and resigned smile on his face.

With those disdainful eyes and strange words of ridicule, Behrens, who was obviously her elder brother, felt that he was just a younger brother in front of her.

"Are you mute? You can only speak one word at a time?"

"Anxious."

The two words were like a sharp arrow, accurately piercing Behrens's last defense.

"Historia! Are you okay!"

Behrens gritted his teeth and said.

However, when he was about to personally test whether his sister had the fighting power to match her ring number, several waiters from the mansion came between the two of them at some unknown time.

"Your Highness Behrens,"

A maid with a smile so standard that it seemed to be printed on her hand stretched out her hand between the two of them and looked at Behrens,

"I'm sorry to bother you, but please at least keep the peace here and don't act impulsively."

Behrens looked disdainfully at the maid who was barely at the level of a first-level arcanist:

"Who are you? You want to take care of our brother and sister's affairs?"

The maid said calmly:

"If I go back to Your Highness, this is not my wish, but His Highness's. This mansion is her private property. If everyone can give her some face and maintain a minimum of care, she will be very grateful to you."

Behrens was silent for a while, crossed his arms, and restrained the leaked magic power.

"Since it's Hedwig, just give her some face,"

He immediately looked at the mansion again, his eyes showing disdain:

"But please help me tell her that there is no need to live in such a shabby place. Even if she really wants to retire, I can arrange for her a suitable holiday estate in the southern part of the empire, which will be enough for her to live leisurely for the rest of her life."

"Thank you, I'll tell her."

After bowing, the maid returned to the door of the mansion.

On the other side, Elena, who originally did not want to have a violent conflict with the other party, breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, listening to Behrens' words, she couldn't help but sigh:

"It seems that Her Highness is really a very good person. Even the impulsive-looking Herr Behrens respects her very much."

"He is just afraid of Hedwig's power."

Historia dismissed it.

"By the way, Shia,"

Looking at her friend who seemed completely different from the calm and even indifferent state just now, Elena couldn't help but ask again:

"What exactly did classmate Lin En teach you in the past three days? I feel like you have really... made great progress."

After hesitating for a moment, although she didn't really want to recall that memory, Historia still said in the face of the curiosity that almost overflowed from Elena's eyes:

"Actually, Zayu didn't teach me anything in the past three days. To be precise, apart from the last formula, he only taught me one thing."

"what?"

Elena asked.

"Control your emotions."

Historia said.

"Just, that's all?"

Elena was a little confused. Historia's unbearable expression made Elena have many guesses about what the two of them had done in the past three days, but was it just such a simple thing?

"How could it be just that? The key is the method,"

Historia showed a scared expression.

"The first thing he did was tie me to a chair,"

"Tie... to a chair?"

Elena bit her fingers in horror.

Are you playing so much?

"Then read aloud books like "The Imprisoned Lady" and "The Princess of the Prisoner" with emotion."

"Huh? This is too much!"

Elena blushed, rarely complaining about Lin En, and at the same time she was already angry on behalf of her friend.

For someone as proud as Shia, to do something like this to her is simply...

"These were actually found under my bed..."

Historia turned away.

"Ha ha."

Elena could only hide her embarrassment with a smile.

Historia regained her composure and patted her chest proudly:

"In short, after the ultimate humiliation from Norton, ordinary provocations can no longer make me have any emotional fluctuations. Coupled with the winning formula, if a weakling like Behrens dares to provoke him, he will definitely have There’s no coming back!”

"Actually Shia,"

Elena said again:

"I was very curious just now, what is that formula?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell you this,"

Historia said proudly:

"Norton told me that as long as the opponent loses both sides with me, I will say happy. When they say that I have the advantage, I will say strong. If they attack me with those old sesame and rotten millet things, I will say bad. In the end, as long as they If you want to take action, I’ll say it’s urgent.”

What a terrifying conspiracy!

Elena swallowed unconsciously.

Although listening to Historia's narration, this didn't seem to be something difficult, but combined with Shia's disdainful tone and demeanor just now.

The feeling of attacking your opponent in the bathhouse and rubbing them in the mud while your opponent hits you with a knife and a critical blow is the greatest torture.

Even if you know it, there is nothing you can do as long as you can't control your emotions.

"I remember it quite clearly, but do you remember the most important part?"

At this moment, Linn's voice came from behind.

"Remember,"

Historia suddenly muttered dissatisfiedly and said as if reciting:

"Although this method is effective, it is an evil way after all and cannot be used more than once."

Not only is it an evil way, it is also a forbidden art!

Elena yelled in her heart.

Behrens on the side, although seemingly nonchalant, had actually been observing the situation here. Seeing that Historia and Elena were both respectful to the young man walking from the parking lot, Can't help but feel a little confused.

He had never seen such a person in Rose City. Moreover, although this guy did not have any extra family crests or decorations, he had a kind of nobility in his movements that made people dare not ignore him.

Could it be that she is the helper Historia invited from a foreign country?

Linn also noticed Behrens’ gaze and said politely:

"Hello, I am Historia's random..."

"friend."

Historia crossed her arms, raised her face, and interrupted Linn.

"I didn't bring my entourage this time, I only brought my friends. However, it's just this time. You idiot, don't overthink it!"

Linn just laughed it off and looked at Behrens:

"May I ask who you are?"

Unable to figure out the other party's direction, Behrens looked at Linn up and down, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, and turned to leave.

Linn suddenly frowned and muttered in a low voice:

"This guy can't speak well. Could it be Tang?"

Berens, who was walking towards the carriage, suddenly staggered and gritted his teeth.

Can't go wrong!

It was definitely the kind of nonsense that this bastard taught Historia.

"Uncle Petinan,"

Behrens stretched out his hand to summon the old man in a black cloak, with fierce eyes.

"In 3 minutes, I want all the information on this man!"

"Your Highness, I'm afraid it won't take 3 minutes."

Pei Dinan looked serious,

"He should be Lynn Norton, the third prince of the empire protected by the dragon."

"Lynn Norton?"

Behrens was startled for a moment.

"Didn't the intelligence say that he is a waste who only eats women and is nothing to worry about?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid there was a mistake in our intelligence collection,"

Pei Dinan lowered his head and said:

"The performance of the Shadow Knight is so good. The information we previously judged as a fake mistake leaked out to increase the prestige of His Highness Lin En. Now it seems that there is a high probability that it is true."

"Has his information been updated? Why don't I know? This time it's..."

Behrens looked surprised.