Finally getting rid of Mrs. Cherry's entanglement, the carriage door was closed and it slowly drove away from this exquisite manor.
When the shadow of the building was no longer visible, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief. He really felt that the woman was a little too enthusiastic and overpowering.
"So, the person Mr. Bulwer wants to introduce to me is... His Majesty the King?" Wayne frowned.
After selling it for a long time, that’s it? In order to prevent the conversation between the two from spreading to the outside world, he had used magic to isolate the space inside and outside the carriage.
Bulwer paused for a moment, then chuckled and said: "That person, the word 'recommendation' cannot be used... What I really want to introduce is that lady."
"If... something happens to me in the future, you can ask Mrs. Cherry to handle some matters." He said with twinkling words,
"She is also... from our side."
"..." Good guy, I'm just a good guy! At this moment, Wayne's expression was extremely complicated. It took a long time, and even the king’s mistress was undercover!
Is there any love and trust left in this world?
"In that case, why not assassinate him directly?" Wayne said,
"As a mistress, there should be many opportunities, not to mention that His Majesty's ability to protect himself is not strong." Bulwer shook his head.
"She has only initially gained the trust of George II. Such an important role must be reserved for more critical moments in order to be most effective."
"And even if His Majesty dies, there will still be a successor..." he whispered.
"Not only will it not solve the problem, it may actually make it more difficult." That's right. Almost everyone believed that Richard would be a qualified and wise monarch in the future.
——Wait, isn’t this clearly saying that father is inferior to son, and it is easier to fish under the rule of George II?
If the king were sitting here now, he would probably jump up in anger and smash the head of this rebellious minister, right?
So Wayne smiled perfunctorily.
"Wouldn't that be nice?" he said.
"I heard that the Crown Prince is a good successor. If he can make the people live and work in peace and contentment, why sacrifice so many people in vain?" Upon hearing his words, Bulwer was slightly startled.
"But...if that prince really ascends the throne, how much can he change?" Bulwer murmured.
His voice was as soft as talking to himself.
"I only hope that in the future, no one in this world will be born lowly. Every ordinary person will be able to receive a good education, have their own pursuits, and will no longer be trapped in hunger and cold, and will not live like a walking zombie."
"That's really difficult." Wayne poured cold water on him expressionlessly.
"Even if it takes a hundred years, we still won't be able to reach the state you mentioned." In fact, such a wish sounds simple, but if it is to be fully realized, it may be more difficult than human beings to carry out interstellar travel.
Bulwer smiled and said: "Even if it cannot be completely realized, as long as we can get a little closer to that world, it would be good." Seeing his resolute attitude, Wayne said nothing more.
"But -" Bulwer took a deep breath before continuing: "These wishes, in the eyes of the nobles of the kingdom who hold power, are rebellious and should not even be thought about."
"So, there must be... no nobles." His deep voice dissipated in the night wind. ...After a tiring day, Wayne returned home.
Putting Echos's black robe back under the bed, he lay down on the bed limply. There are more and more annoying things, and suddenly there is a feeling that a storm is coming.
How long can I maintain my seemingly peaceful life? Looking at the empty ceiling, he tried hard to think about the difference between the original plot of the animation and the current one, and found to his helplessness that it was completely different.
If this continues, the original plot's reference role will probably be minimal. Thinking about the things that might happen in the future, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into sleep.
the next day. Wayne unexpectedly discovered that Chris was acting very abnormally today. Not only did he put down his knife and fork after only two bites of breakfast, he almost forgot to take his homework with him when he went out.
"Chris, what happened?" Wayne asked concerned. In the carriage, she still looked a little distracted.
When she heard Wayne's voice, she seemed to have come back to her senses in vain, and stared blankly into Wayne's eyes.
"Wow--" I burst out crying. Wayne's heart suddenly jumped, and he quickly sat across from her at a loss, reaching out his hand to wipe her tears.
"What's wrong?" He comforted softly,
"Tell me what happened, and we'll solve it together." Chris pushed his hand away and threw herself into his arms.
She sobbed with great grievance and said: "That Echos... Echos, she..." Suddenly hearing this name from Chris' mouth, Wayne's body froze.
Fortunately, Chris, who was greatly shocked at this time, did not notice this tiny detail. Chris hesitated for a long time before finally crying to Wayne: "She can actually use the staff... wuwuwu... why..."
"Ah this..." He was speechless. A magical girl...ah, no, she's a boy. Isn't it normal to have a magic wand?
"Obviously no one in this world knows how to use a magic staff!" Chris said.
"When I was a child, I experimented with wooden sticks to enhance my magic power, and my mother severely scolded me... She said that such behavior was neither ladylike nor magical." She said in a frustrated tone.
"Probably, maybe, maybe it's just that other people haven't discovered the operating rules yet?" Wayne tried his best to excuse himself.
But such an excuse obviously did not relieve Chris's emotions.
"And!" She looked worried.
"And... that person also said something like, 'Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you with mercy.'" Oops!
"What's wrong with this sentence?" Wayne tried his best to pretend to be normal and not reveal any flaws.
I was careless. By the way, although I had known that Bulwer would find a way to publicize the glorious achievements of the Red Rose Team, why was it that even his own words and deeds were publicized so clearly!
"This sentence...this sentence..." Chrissy looked at him with full eyes, wanting to say something.
However, she was unable to say anything in the end.
"——Nothing." She lowered her head again, seeming very frustrated. Wayne gently stroked her back to comfort her, feeling guilty.
Chris...does she suspect that Echos is a time traveler? (Search on Baidu on mobile phone for [My Sister is the Villainous Daughter + New Book] Click to read on mobile phone to turn pages, eye protection. Power saving. Data saving function)
