Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

He had only dared to secretly enjoy the pleasure in his heart before, but now, as he inhaled the fragrance emanating from Carol, he felt a thrill of transgression. Carol was unaware that she was now completely under his control, and he could do whatever he wanted to her, though he was still maintaining gentlemanly manners.

This made him even more excited, and he began to breathe heavily, which was unusual for him.

As someone who inherited the title of baron at the age of twenty, Baron Dylan felt no guilt about treason. His father's poor health, his mother's early death, and his relatives' envy of Lister made him understand the coldness of human relationships from a young age. He witnessed the indifference of people early on and the corruption that filled the upper echelons of Lusset. He firmly believed that only what he controlled was real.

Anyway, after this job, MI7 would definitely be able to find him. He was involved in a major treasonous operation involving collusion with foreign troops. After this job, he would flee to the cold northern country of Chernobog. Why not enjoy himself first? Those big shots probably wouldn't mind, right? Maybe they would even hold their noses and cover for him if they found out. Thinking about this, Dylan became even more excited.

He slowly summoned his blessing, and a small silver knife appeared in his hand.

This was his blessing, a silver ceremonial knife. Dylan still clearly remembered how much ridicule he received when he received the silver knife, while other benefactors brought out proper weapons like swords or guns.

The silver knife in his hand was only the length of a palm, and it looked like it could only cut candles or cakes at most, and it would be a bit of a stretch to cut bread. On the very first day he received this blessing, Dylan knew that he was not suited to be a superhuman, and it would be good enough if he had a little superhuman power.

Because his blessing is limited and he doesn't have any extraordinary talents, most people don't understand his abilities. Even the church's registration staff know that he only possesses the blessing. But in reality, Dylan has abilities that only he has and that are only suitable for him.

He took the two glasses, with the silver knife facing down, and dripped the dark blue poison into the glasses.

Chapter 33 Heroes Appear

Dylan's ability is to poison.

This is a skill that cannot be presented in public.

A silver knife used in ceremonies, its true purpose was to poison. Although this was blasphemous, it suited someone like him perfectly. It is said that the blessing of the omniscient reveals a certain side of the person who bestows the blessing, showing aspects that even the person who bestows the blessing does not understand. The moment Dylan received the silver knife, he felt that he understood himself.

After mixing the two glasses of wine, Dylan's complexion gradually became rosy. He had almost never used the Blessing in front of others; only he himself knew the effects of his poison.

Depending on the dosage, his poison has three effects. The first effect is the mildest, causing a slight numbness in the body, similar to being drunk. The poisoned person will hardly realize that they are poisoned, but will only feel a little drunk. Only Dylan knows that they are under his control.

The second method involves inducing mild poisoning symptoms and causing the person to fall into a deep sleep. This method was also very effective, allowing him to drug and rape many noble ladies.

The third method involves using a larger dose of poison, which can cause immediate death. Its effect is similar to a colorless and odorless poison. Knowing he possessed this ability, even Dylan sometimes felt it was a pity he wasn't pursuing an assassination career.

This time, Dylan chose a slightly heavier method, paralyzing Carol's body and putting her into a semi-conscious, hazy state. This would not arouse suspicion and would also make his subsequent actions easier.

Dylan walked over to Carol naturally and handed her the glass with the poison dripped on it. Carol accepted the glass without thinking.

Seeing the wine flow from Carol's lips down her pale throat, Dylan's emotions reached a climax, but he restrained himself, put his hands in his pockets, and quietly watched Carol drink the wine.

Carol's Adam's apple bobbed twice as she finished the liquid in her glass. Dylan remained calm, taking the empty glass from Carol like a venomous snake patiently waiting for the venom to take effect.

Carol continued fiddling with the telegraph machine, her expression subtly changing as she sensed something was wrong. She leaned on the chair, wanting to rest, but when she sat down and tried to lift her hand, it felt numb and almost impossible.

Her throat bobbed, as if she realized something and wanted to call for help, but found that she couldn't make a sound. She had sensed the danger, and fear appeared on her face, but as if she felt sleepy, she lay down on the chaise lounge, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed.

Dylan watched as Carol slumped onto the chaise lounge, her posture disheveled, her body limp like a willow branch. Her soft, flowing palace dress trailed down to the floor, inappropriately revealing her smooth, slender legs, which shone even brighter against the red backdrop.

Like the most patient hunter, Dylan held his wine glass and waited until Carol completely closed her eyes. After a while, when her body was completely numb and unconscious, he slowly walked to Carol's side to check on her condition.

The situation was not as he had expected. He hadn't used Blessing for too long, and he hadn't controlled the dosage well, giving her too much. Carol was paralyzed all over, and judging from her current condition, Dylan realized that she was even at risk of respiratory paralysis.

"Damn it..."

However, there is a way to remedy this situation. Once the poison subsides a bit, it will be fine. His poison has the effect of putting people into a dazed state. Even if too much poison is used, Carol will not remember what happened during that time. Like a puppet, Carol will still be to his liking and can be controlled by him at will.

Just as Dylan was about to move Carol's body to let her dissipate the poison, Carol suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Dylan.

Carol's eyes are beautiful; she has a pair of alluring eyes like dew-kissed peach blossoms. Especially when she stares straight at you, her already alluring eyes appear even more delicate as they become misty with moisture.

This sudden eye contact clearly caught Dylan off guard, and for a moment, Dylan was stunned.

Carol was like a princess who had just woken up, suddenly discovering Dylan's atrocity. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't even muster the strength to lift a finger. Her misty eyes showed both anger and a pitiful and helpless sadness that she couldn't resist.

Such close eye contact with Carol was a privilege usually reserved for Aaron. When Dylan suddenly met that gaze, it was as if he had been struck by lightning; he had not expected this to happen.

Anger surged in Carol's eyes as she tried to warn Dylan, but she didn't know how such a look would provoke the man. Suddenly, a wild flame ignited in his lower abdomen as he looked at Carol's angry eyes, and instantly spread throughout his body.

He completely lost his mind at that moment. The person Dylan had been longing for, the one who always whispered sweet words to him, was right in front of him. Dylan let out a "whoosh" and pounced on Carol.

He lunged forward, but instead of Carol's fragrant body, he was met with a snow-white blade. The blade pierced through the precious wood of the carriage wall and pressed directly against Dylan's face, forcing him to retreat step by step. Dylan's hands twisted like withered branches, and he screamed as the blade pierced his face, destroying his eyes.

Suddenly, the tightly closed car door opened, and a man in a black robe stepped in, bathed in sunlight.

The moment she saw him, tears welled up in Carol's eyes.

Despite being completely paralyzed, she felt wronged and even had difficulty breathing. Yet, she also felt a mix of tenderness and happiness because, at the crucial moment, her Prince Charming had finally come to her rescue, just like in a princess-knight novel where the knight always appears at the right time to save the princess from the dragon's jaws.

After her Prince Charming confirmed that she was alright, he gently covered her with a blanket and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

"It's alright," Carol said happily.

Aaron nodded and said, "It was Damian who saved you."

Carol was startled and looked to the side. She then noticed that half of the carriage wall had been smashed open, revealing the face of a man sweating profusely outside. The attack had just been delivered at a critical moment, directly through the carriage wall.

The man standing outside the carriage was panting heavily. After confirming that Carol was safe, he saw Dylan lying on the ground, clutching his face and rolling around. Fortunately, Damian rescued Carol in time.

Indeed, he was the one who saved Carol. As Carol's personal bodyguard, he had been carefully observing Carol's movements. Although Dylan and Carol had valid reasons for getting into the car, Damian did not trust Dylan from the beginning. This was his intuition after years of being a bodyguard.

Then Aaron suddenly arrived, and his first question was, "Where is Carol?" Damian immediately realized that Dylan and Carol had been on the train for a while, so he led Aaron outside the carriage and immediately summoned a blessing from outside, which pierced Dylan's face.

As Carol's bodyguard, Damian acted decisively and with great courage for her safety, directly destroying the carriage. Only a bodyguard who had been guarding her for a long time could think so meticulously, and no movement or clue could escape his eyes.

Damian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he had successfully protected Carol's safety. As for Aaron, he had only come to remind Damian. However, given Damian's vigilance, he knew that even if Aaron hadn't come, Damian would have come to check anyway, and the result would have been the same.

Carol vaguely realized that Damian was the one who saved her, but she still stared at Aaron with misty eyes, because Aaron was still her knight. No matter what, Aaron had come from afar to save her, and he even appeared in the sunlight.

After confirming Carol's safety, Aaron stopped looking at her, exchanged glances with Damian, and Damian stepped directly into the carriage. Aaron then turned to look at Dylan, who was lying on the ground.

Blood was everywhere on the floor. Dylan was blinded, but he was not dead. Damian looked at him with a cold glint in his eyes, raised his gun blade, and was about to give him the final blow when Aaron stopped him: "Maybe we can keep him as a hostage."

As he spoke, Aaron dragged Dylan out of the car like a dead dog.

After Aaron dragged Dylan out, the people watching outside the carriage rushed up, including her sisters and young Master Valery.

Her companions were clearly terrified, frantically checking on her condition, afraid that Dylan had harmed her in the slightest. Young Master Valerie was also furious, filled with hatred for Dylan, and then worriedly inquired about Carol's condition. Valerie was usually a blockhead, only knowing how to practice swordsmanship, but at this moment their concern was very sincere, warming her heart.

But her gaze still unconsciously followed Aaron as he stepped out of the carriage, because Aaron was her knight, the one who had come from afar to save her.

“I want to go out too…” Carol stretched out her hand and looked at Aaron.

"Make way, let us help Carol detoxify." Damian stood beside Carol and dispersed the crowd. He took out a bottle of antidote from his pocket, handed it to the maid, and asked the maid to feed it to Carol.

As expected of a former Knight of the Blazing White Knights, he carried an antidote with him, and the antidote was very effective. Before long, the numbness in Carol's body subsided considerably.

Aaron's arrival seemed to have dispelled the gloom in the caravan. The other passengers were discussing who the newcomer was. Some recognized the uniform of the Obsidian Knight but couldn't recall his name. Compared to the Omniscient Knight, the Obsidian Knight was far less well-known.

They recognized a few of the Obsidian Knights, such as Alleria and Enzo, but they couldn't identify the specific knight. However, they were certain that their cries for help had been answered.

Perhaps this knight was the one the kingdom sent to rescue them, and they began to discuss who the knight was and what magical abilities he possessed.

“Although reinforcements have indeed arrived, how can one person be enough… Does he have an entire army in his pocket?” someone asked worriedly.

The other person said excitedly:

"I've heard that powerful knights are capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly. Our Knight King is known as a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand. I've also heard that powerful knights can make light shine brightly and thunder roar. They can stabilize the solid earth, restrain the turbulent sea, and even light up the stars in the sky, causing them to fall."

As he spoke of this, the student's face lit up, as if reciting an epic poem. They had just emerged from the shadow of being trapped in enemy territory, and now an official knight had come to their aid. Although they were filled with trepidation, they felt that since the kingdom had heard their cries, it would surely send someone powerful to rescue them.

After all, this place is a gathering of nobles from all over Asgard, many of whom come from prestigious families and whose parents hold real power in Asgard. Even disregarding them, considering Carol and young master Valery, they should send someone with the strength to rescue them.

Therefore, despite their unease, they dared not presume to know Aaron's strength, but instead sought Valery's opinion first.

Because Valery was the most knowledgeable apprentice knight of the Omniscient Knights, but young Valery spoke vaguely.

First of all, young master Valery did not know Aaron. He was not familiar with the Obsidian Knights and had never heard of Aaron.

Secondly, although the abilities of superhumans are powerful, the vast majority of them do not have the god-like ability to move mountains and fill seas; at least Valery had never seen one.

Throughout the kingdom, perhaps the esteemed Knight King possesses such extraordinary abilities, but that is merely a rumor. He has never witnessed it firsthand. Given Valery's understanding of extraordinary powers, he also finds it hard to believe that any extraordinary individual could wield such power to that extent. Therefore, he cannot be certain whether Aaron truly possesses such strength.

But at that moment, Carol's clear voice rang out: "That knight's name is Aaron Brando. He is the third seat of the Obsidian Knights. He is here to save us."

"The third seat of the Obsidian Knights!" Everyone's eyes lit up. They knew that knights were ranked by their seats, and the third seat meant that he was the first person after the captain and vice-captain.

“That’s right, he’s the one who could potentially succeed the leader of the Obsidian Knights in the future,” Carol said proudly, her eyes sparkling. She introduced Aaron as if he were her idol.

"The third seat of the Obsidian Knights, which means the kingdom has sent a future Grand Master of the Obsidian Knights to rescue us!" someone shouted.

These words spread through the crowd, instantly filling them with confidence. Their eyes shone with a joyful light of salvation. With the future commander of the Obsidian Knights in charge, they no longer needed to fear the outside army and bandits; their safety was guaranteed.

Only Valery and Damian shared a similar worry in their eyes. The kingdom had only sent one Obsidian Knight to rescue them, and his identity and the meaning he represented were unclear, even unsettling.

Damian estimated that the kingdom would need to send at least an army or dozens of Obsidian Knights to protect them, but he never expected that the kingdom would only send one person.

Moreover, looking at the man's indifferent expression, a worst-case scenario was uncontrollably spreading in his mind, but he couldn't show it, because if this emotion spread in the convoy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chapter 34 Arrow

The man on the white horse hesitated. If it were Charles, he would rather linger here a little longer to buy time for the attack on High Cliff Valley. High Cliff Valley had deployed all its elite forces for this operation, and without Charles, the Obsidian Knights would certainly not be able to withstand their attack.

If not, they would be better off launching an attack sooner rather than later. Lucerne possesses the Omniscient Stone, which is deeply hated by all nations. It is a magical artifact that allows information to be exchanged across vast distances, and its influence on the battlefield is far too great.

It was foreseeable that news of the nobles being besieged had already spread, and Levante and Lister would definitely not have the manpower to send reinforcements. If they wanted to send reinforcements, they would need to find the nearest province, or even draw manpower from Esgard. Therefore, they still had plenty of time to stall for a while.

He has given the order to launch the attack in ten minutes and has told everyone to get ready.

At the same time, he was also confronting the man standing on the gentle slope, hoping to determine the man's identity through his eyes and demeanor.

However, it's better to judge directly than to judge with your eyes.

Therefore, in a blind spot behind the man, where Aaron could not see at all, the archer had already drawn his longbow and was aiming at the man standing on the gentle slope.

This army disguised everyone as bandits, and even deliberately mingled with them; all of this was for a reason.

Although experienced people can tell that there are real soldiers mixed in among them, people are always susceptible to being deceived by their own eyes. Those who see their attire and the bandits who make up the army will subconsciously regard them as a rabble and thus lower their guard.

But little did they know that hidden within this army were Chernogh's most elite archers, who were quietly aiming at his brow.

In the shadows a few dozen paces away from Dominic, the renowned archer of the New World, "Giant Longshot," drew his bow.

In his hand was a longbow that was almost used by giants. The very shape of the bow and arrow was enough to make one's blood run cold. What was nocked on the bowstring was not an arrow, but rather a spear. The bowstring was taut like a dropped anchor. It was hard to imagine the power of an arrow shot from such a string.

The archer was out of his sight, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

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Having determined that Dylan was no longer of any use, Aaron threw him off the slope: "This guy is useless now. Take him down and see if you can pry anything out of him."

Aaron's gaze met Damian's at the bottom of the slope. They hadn't had time to greet each other in the urgency of the situation, but when they met again, there was no need for words. They extended their hands to greet each other with knightly etiquette, like soldiers saluting each other. This was a unique courtesy reserved for knights, and only knights could do this. Their actions at their first meeting clearly demonstrated their identities to each other.

"Damian Joffard, a former knight of the White Knights, now serves as Miss Carol's squire."