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eadx ();? Late at night, Juliana locked herself in her room. She had just taken a bath, and her hair was still wet and rumbling.

Lying lightly on the bed, her perfect curves crossed, Juliana closed her eyes, but she did not fall asleep. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her mind raced.

This was a habit that Juliana had developed over the years, and it was the only way she could think properly.

After thinking for a long while, she still couldn't come up with a solution. The matter of the material passage was like a huge stone weighing down on Juliana's heart, causing her to feel extremely depressed. She quickly got up, opened the door, and wanted to go out for a walk.

When the night breeze blew, Juliana felt the cold sensation from her body. She tightened her pajamas, and when she reached the corner, she saw a familiar figure.

"Lord Envoy?"

Elfa turned, his head and shoulders covered with dewdrops, and looked as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Eldest Miss!" There was a glow in Elfa's eyes, and he hurried forward to take Juliana in his arms.

Juliana pushed him away.

"Why?" Wasn't it fine two days ago? Why did it seem like the young miss's temper had changed when he returned?

After waking up a bit, Juliana looked at Elfa, bit her lower lip and said, "I'm sorry. I seem to have told you that if I didn't go back to my country, I wouldn't even consider the matter between us!"

However, she knew that this was mostly due to the fact that Elfa's grandmother was a Saint realm expert of the Roland Empire, a water element magic saint. She wanted to use Elfa to get the help of Mitzi, but unfortunately, the results weren't very good.

Juliana knew in her heart that Elfa had been of no small help to her, and that he had single-handedly facilitated the supply channel. The Mizs family had a great influence in the Roland Empire, and even His Majesty Nicolay feared them a little.

Elfa looked as if he had just been splashed with cold water. He sighed lightly, "Juliana, is it really that important for you to restore your country?"

"That's how important it is!" Juliana looked up at him and said, "Can't you tell your grandmother?" After all, you are her most beloved grandson! "

Elfa could only smile wryly at Juliana's words. "Juliana, you should wake up!"

Feeling that her country was far away, Juliana sighed in her heart. She gave Elfa a light hug, then let go and said, "I'm tired. You should go to sleep too!"

Elfa was sincere about Juliana, she was using him, he knew that, but to his dismay, he didn't have the strength to help her.

"Sleep early!" Elfa sighed and turned away.

Looking at Elfa's back, Juliana had a complicated expression on her face.

At this moment, at a corner in the darkness, a hint of jealousy was slightly lifted in his eyes. Laoclen's fists were clenched tightly, and his handsome face was twisted with anger.

She shook her head helplessly and turned away in the other direction.

When she reached the door of Catherine's room, Juliana was about to knock when she heard a faint sob behind the door, and her hand stopped in midair.

After a moment's hesitation, Juliana decided to go in. She pushed open the door and walked in.

Catherine was lying on the desk, sobbing softly. She raised her tear-stained face to look at her sister as she came in, then lowered her head again.

"Catherine..."

Juliana forced herself to smile, and quickly walked over. She looked at Catherine, who was crying bitterly on the table, and felt a pang in her heart.

Gently stroking the curly hair at the back of her head, Juliana asked softly, "He agreed?"

Catherine cried, burying her head in her arms and nodding slightly.

"Really?" Juliana's face lit up with delight. She had tried to put Ron in his place with her students, but there was nothing he could do about it, so she tried to get Kathleen to persuade Ron that her sister had done it.

Catherine looked up and said in a tearful voice, "Ron did, but. But in the future, he will no longer care about me … "

After saying that, Kathleen couldn't stand it any longer. She threw herself into her sister's arms and burst into tears.

"One last time!"

Juliana hugged her sister gently and stroked her hair with a little sigh. She could imagine that Ron must have said so, and after this time he and Catherine were no longer friends. Although some things were not said out loud, Catherine understood, and it was no wonder that she was crying so bitterly.

Friendship could not be overdrawn, and once overdrawn, it would suffer the consequences of losing it. Juliana knew that Ron did not owe them anything in this matter.

"Catherine, don't cry!" Suddenly, Juliana seemed to understand something. She turned Kathleen around, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stared into her eyes as she asked, "Kathleen, are you in love with him?"

Catherine sobbed softly, her eyes red as peaches, but she nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry! "I'm sorry..."

With a trembling voice, she kept apologizing. Suddenly, Juliana felt that she owed Catherine too much. Some things didn't need to be carried on her sister's tender shoulders.

Her sister knew she was using Ron, but she did it anyway.

"Forget it!" Kathleen stopped crying, let out a long sigh, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and forced a smile, "I've thought it through. Everything is important to the cause of restoring our country. Since Ron has agreed, then he will definitely do his best to help us, but maybe …" "From today onwards, he will never meet me again. Even if he does meet me, he will ignore me. I know that he will definitely hate me to death …"

"Sister, I understand. You said that you will pay the price for everything you do. Perhaps this is the price I should pay!"

Juliana's eyes were moist again. How many times had she paid for all these years? It could be said that apart from her body not being handed over, she had already handed over everything she could. If there was someone willing to help her restore her country, she wouldn't mind handing over her own.

"Kathleen, I promise I'll find you the best husband on the continent!" Juliana said affectionately.

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Catherine was embarrassed. "I have my own plans for my marriage, but you... Right, big sister, what's going on between you and the envoy of the Roland Empire? "

Catherine rebelled against her sister.

"This —" Juliana smiled. "You saw it too?"

"Nonsense, look at his lustful look, who can't tell?" She stopped and thought for a moment. "But he looks pretty good, too!"

Juliana nodded in acknowledgement, "That's right. He was born in a Saint-level expert's clan, and is already a Grand Master. But unfortunately … "He can't control Sage Meizfa, which means, he can only help me up until now. I still have to think of another way to restore my country …"

… ….

In a stately room with a mesmerized Tommy waiting anxiously for someone, someone who could decide his fate.

Right at this moment, a cough could be heard, and a towering figure appeared at the door. The lord of the Holy Church's hall of piety, the commander of light, Wharton, walked in with a solemn face.

"Father!" Tommy hurried to meet him.

In fact, Tommy was Wharton's illegitimate child, and his mother was a maid. Despite her low birth, she had a pretty face, and after one of Wharton's drinks, something very normal happened. Wharton raped Tommy's mother, but to Wharton, a Saint realm expert, this was clearly nothing.

Then the maid found out she was pregnant and had Tommy, and because she was unmarried, the two of them were humiliated, and it was only by chance that Wharton finally learned about it.

It was, after all, a kinship thicker than water, and Wharton quickly recognized him publicly and treated the bastard like his other sons. Tommy was also doing his best.

When Tommy found out that his father was actually a Saint-level combatant, Wharton couldn't believe his ears. Only after Wharton had publicly acknowledged his existence did he suddenly transform from a servant into a noble with lightning speed.

Wharton glanced at him, an emotionless look on his face. He replied in a calm voice, then asked, "How is the situation with Omicade?"

"My lord father's reply was very smooth. I believe you will soon see our engagement ceremony!" He always had a respect for his father, whom he had never met before.

To be honest, he didn't really want to marry an extremely ugly Behemoth girl like Omicade. However, after seeing her strength, he immediately changed his mind. He realized that this was an opportunity for him.

On that day, Omicade and her father had come to visit and discuss the matter of the marriage alliance. Wharton had called back all his sons, leaving Omicade to make his own choices, but the result had been shocking.

Tommy clearly remembered that among Wharton's many excellent sons, Omega had first taken a fancy to him, the weakest bastard.

And so Tommy's fate changed again, becoming the most important of Wharton's seven or eight sons.

Tommy could foresee that when Omicade reached adulthood, he would be a Saint-level magical beast, and his status would rise by another level. It was not impossible for him to be on equal footing with his father.

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