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

Although Aaron and Freya ended up together, Freya wasn't happy. Because while Aaron agreed, he had essentially given up.

For 365 days a year, Aaron works for about 360 days, and spends the remaining five days accompanying Freya home to see her parents. Moreover, it's always Freya who goes to see him, never Aaron. Freya's love life has been a lonely experience.

In short, Freya now has a problem with Aaron, and it's not a small one; even they know it.

"Let's not talk about that now, let's get to work." Aaron said to the other two, becoming serious. Although Aaron was gentle, the two still stood up.

"Oh, it seems like the household registration office is busy. There have been a lot of people canceling their household registrations lately, and they're a bit overwhelmed." Bran stretched.

"What, are there a lot of deaths lately?" Aaron became wary.

"It seems so, but I don't know why," Bran said. "What's wrong, Aaron? Are you planning to go help?"

“No, I was just curious.” Aaron shook his head.

“I don’t know why, maybe it was done by someone with superhuman abilities,” Franny suddenly said.

"Perhaps, or maybe it's related to the changing seasons?" Bran didn't take it seriously. Birmingham was a small city, and there weren't that many superhumans there.

“Being a superhuman is so great, I want to become one too.” Franny looked on with envy. “Remember Paul who came a few years ago? He only stayed for a few months and is now working in Lordaeron, just because he’s a superhuman.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it. He was chosen by God,” Aaron comforted him. “We just need to do our own thing.”

“You’re right, brother.” Franny patted Aaron on the shoulder. “I think your top priority right now is to deal with Freya’s matter, otherwise you’ll be in trouble.”

Aaron: "..."

A day later, Aaron will find that Bran was right; he really is facing an unprecedented crisis.

Chapter 111 Blonde Beauty

At this very moment, in a villa in Birmingham with its windows and doors tightly shut.

In the dimly lit room, a woman was sitting in front of a dressing table applying makeup.

Behind her lay corpses, from young people to the elderly to children; no one was spared.

They had no wounds on their bodies, but they all died with expressions of extreme fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

The woman finished applying her makeup, gently pursed her lips in front of the mirror, and stood up.

She was incredibly beautiful, but her expression was too cold, especially in the dark mirror. Her pale face was so cold that it sent chills down one's spine, and the terrified expression of the corpse behind her made her look like a female ghost.

The woman took off her military uniform, wiped the blood off her body, came to the female corpse, took off the black dress she was wearing, and put it on herself.

The clothes fit her perfectly; after all, he was her prey whom she had spotted at first glance.

Seconds later, the beautiful woman let her long, wavy blonde hair fall down from behind her. With just a little makeup and lipstick, she had transformed into a sexy socialite at a noble banquet.

She smoked a cigarette, walked out of the room, and casually threw it on the ground before leaving.

The cigarette butt was surrounded by a sexy red ring. When the flame touched the red ring, the entire cigarette butt caught fire. The cigarette butt then touched the corpse and began to burn fiercely. A few seconds later, the fire escalated into a raging inferno that engulfed the entire villa. The corpse's face was contorted in the flames.

Amid the sound of the villa collapsing, the woman emerged from the villa and walked expressionlessly toward the government building.

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped, because she happened to see several police officers patrolling the roadside.

The woman then turned around and walked towards the police with a blank expression.

*

Lobby of Birmingham City Hall.

Looks like I can't avoid working overtime today.

Franny looked up at the long line in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

On a weekday afternoon, the streets outside the government building were packed with people, with citizens queuing up everywhere. Only the area in front of the religious affairs office was slightly better, with staff discussing whether to go to a pub for a drink after get off work.

But the office clerks weren't so lucky. Due to staff shortages, they were pulled out of the office and asked to do receptionist work. At that moment, Aaron was patiently explaining the contents of the paper to the illiterate old lady one by one.

Although Aaron was an office clerk, he did a good job as a receptionist. Although the old lady who was receiving him spoke with a thick southern accent, Aaron still understood her roughly. At this moment, he was explaining the contents of the paper to her. Although he often had to repeat a sentence several times, he still made good progress.

Birmingham is a small city, and the city government often faces a shortage of staff, so it is common for one person to take on multiple roles. Many newcomers cannot accept this situation, but Aaron adapts very well.

The kingdom's annual selection is coming up soon, and Fran estimates that given Aaron's current situation, he might be selected this year and have the opportunity to be sent to a better-paying place elsewhere.

Aaron was aware of this, but before that, they all had to continue working overtime to resolve the current situation.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching brakes came from outside the building. A black carriage stopped at the entrance. The two men looked up at the same time and saw two uniformed policemen get out of the carriage first, open the door, and then a middle-aged man in a hurry jumped out of the carriage.

"Is Aaron here? Is Aaron here? I have a job for you!" The middle-aged man shouted into the government building as soon as he got out of the car.

Many people recognize the energetic middle-aged man. His name is Dorn, and he is the mayor of the Birmingham City Stinking District. In the eyes of many, he is the top leader of Stinking District. Many citizens know him, and he is Aaron's superior.

Fran gestured to him with his eyes when he saw this.

"coming."

Aaron put down his work and walked into the hall. Looking at this guy, who was as young as a tender egg, it was hard to believe that he was a high-achieving student who could speak four languages.

"I need to talk to you. Stop what you're doing for now. The police have already brought the person over. Go and tidy up a room and wait."

The carriage door opened, and two men in police uniforms escorted a woman in a cloak down from the carriage and into the government building. The moment Aaron saw her, he froze.

Not only Aaron, but the entire government building fell silent because of that person's appearance.

A few words are all it takes to describe her: long, wavy blonde hair that reaches her waist, five-inch heels, a black dress that exposes her thighs and collarbones, somewhere between a frivolous woman and an aristocratic lady, and an S-shaped figure that seems to burst out of her clothes.

She walked in, surrounded by two policemen, her arms wrapped around her breasts, her face bare of makeup, yet proud and exquisite in profile.

In an instant, the once noisy government service hall was filled with people staring at the blonde beauty with wavy hair and discussing her.

Those who come to the government hall to handle business are all ordinary citizens. Some are holding nursing babies, and some are carrying briefcases. But the blonde beauty with big waves in front of me looks like she has stepped out of an aristocratic banquet. She should not be here. She is the kind of woman who should be in a theater or an aristocratic banquet. Even at an aristocratic banquet, she should be the most dazzling star.

Strangely, the air was filled with the sounds of people swallowing, and countless eyes were fixed on her.

Franny stared at her, mouth agape, not understanding why such a woman would be in a government building.

The woman with wavy hair stopped at the door, looked around, and said something that no one around her could understand.

Aaron paused for a moment, then quickly replied with a word that the people around him couldn't understand. Only then did the blonde beauty with big waves raise her head and look at Aaron a few more times with her bright blue eyes.

In an instant, the hall was filled with envious and curious glances. Even Aaron's colleagues couldn't help but envy him. This was a privilege that only Aaron enjoyed in the government building. Many people secretly thought to themselves how important it was to learn a foreign language.

They exchanged a few more words, and Aaron gave a professional smile, extending his hand to gesture for the beautiful blonde woman to walk into the inner room.

Dorn was very satisfied; Aaron's performance made him very proud. He continued to pat Aaron on the shoulder, signaling him to treat the blonde beauty well.

"Who is she?" Aaron whispered in Dorn's ear.

The police found her near the intersection. Ask her who she is, what she's doing there, and what help she needs.

Aaron was caught off guard and seemed somewhat at a loss for what to do.

“There’s no one in the police station who speaks Lucerne, so we’ll have to rely on you here.” Dorn licked his lips. “Do your best to help her, and let me know if anything happens.”

"Ok."

Chapter 112 Lusset Spy

The room used for the conversation was a three-sided walled room inside the government building. In the past, when the police arrested someone, they would lock the door and talk to the suspect in the airtight room. However, recently the rules in the kingdom have become stricter, requiring that conversations with non-suspects not take place in enclosed spaces. Therefore, they adopted a compromise method and left the door half-closed.

After Dorn had the room tidied up, Aaron sat down inside with the blonde, wavy-haired beauty. The police also felt she wasn't a dangerous person. After Aaron led her into the room, he went to the hallway to get some coffee.

Only Aaron and the blonde beauty remained in the room.

"All right."

After Dorn closed the door slightly, Aaron sat down in his seat, pulled a stack of documents from his drawer, and got straight to the point:

"When I meet foreigners, I usually ask them three questions: Where are you from? What are you doing here? Where are you going?"

As Aaron handed the document to the blonde woman with wavy hair, he said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Aaron. I'm a receptionist in the Stonywood District of the Minbury City Government. I know a little Lucerne. Before we begin, please put your fingerprint on this document to show that you are aware of the above terms."

As he spoke, Aaron took out red inkpad from the drawer and considerately handed over a handkerchief.

The blonde woman seemed not to hear Aaron's words, and took out a lighter and cigarette, lighting them in front of Aaron. In an instant, the room was filled with smoke. For some reason, Aaron instinctively felt a sense of danger when he saw the blonde woman light a cigarette.

“Miss, smoking is prohibited in the room,” Aaron said.

The blonde woman didn't answer; instead, she looked out the window.

Aaron followed the blonde beauty's gaze to the window and was surprised to find that the sky outside was ablaze with red light. It turned out that a villa was burning fiercely under the fiery red sky. The fire was so widespread that it looked like a fiery demon hovering above the villa, making Aaron in the room almost unable to resist standing up.

But he held back, and when he looked at the cigarette burning in the blonde woman's hand, he saw that it was already stained with a sexy red ring.

As Aaron watched the flame on the cigarette almost touch the red circle, he instinctively felt a chill run down his spine. This feeling made him feel cold all over. Even though there was no danger around him, or if there was, the danger was a hundred meters away from him, he still felt fear.

The blonde woman held the cigarette between her fingers, slowly bringing her fingers closer to Aaron. Looking at the flame on the cigarette, Aaron felt for a moment that the flame was like a demon rising into the sky from the villa.

Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, and the person at the door brought Aaron back to his senses—it was Franny.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked.

"Um, come out here for a second, Aaron." Franny winked at Aaron.

Although Franny's entry was somewhat irregular, Aaron was actually grateful to Franny for coming over, as it gave him a chance to catch his breath. For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable being with blonde beauties, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.

Aaron wanted to apologize to the blonde woman, but she ignored him and started smoking. Aaron left the smoke-filled room and went outside with Franny.

"What is it?" Aaron asked.

"Um..." Franny hesitated, "Could I do it? I've gained some new insights into this..."

"You're coming?"

Aaron was taken aback at first, then seeing Franny's bloodshot eyes and the way he was swallowing, he immediately understood what he was thinking and was speechless for a moment: "You..."

“You already have Freya…” Franny protested angrily.

"What does my possession of Freya have to do with this?" Aaron was taken aback.

“People with girlfriends can’t understand what we’re thinking,” Franny said sadly. “Aaron, you can’t have everyone, and besides, I’m genuinely a little tempted by this guy…”

"She's from Lucerne, and you like girls from Lordaeron, don't you?"

"Only the Dorks like Lordaeron girls, but the whole world likes Lusset girls. Who doesn't know that the girls of Asgard are the best in the world!" Franny said indignantly.

Aaron was speechless for a moment. Normally, he would have chased Franny away long ago, but at this moment he was actually tempted.

Aaron couldn't explain why he felt uneasy when he was with blonde women, but Franny's arrival was just in time to help him get rid of that feeling.

“It’s not impossible…” Aaron was genuinely tempted. Franny’s expression became excited, and his hand holding Aaron’s trembled slightly.