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

"But do you speak Lucerne?"

"Um... thank you... I'll still say hello and things like that..."

"Didn't you say you liked Lucerne girls the most?"

"Actually, I mainly like Queen Lucerne."

This was the second time today that Aaron had been so exasperated by this kid that he laughed. He knew he absolutely couldn't hand over the work assigned by his superiors to this silly boy.

“Fine.” Seeing Aaron slowly loosen his grip, Franny’s face showed despair, and she said resolutely, “I won’t tell Freya.”

"No, what does this have to do with Freya?"

"If she finds out you're hanging out with such a beautiful woman, you're definitely in big trouble. Believe me, that's how women are. They're emotional creatures. The moment they see you, they've already judged you guilty. But don't worry, I won't tell Freya."

"She won't know, and it's just work."

Franny escorted Aaron back to his room. Aaron had just sat down in the chair when he suddenly heard a "bang" as the door slammed shut. It was obviously Franny who did it; that guy sometimes liked to meddle in other people's business.

However, Aaron couldn't be bothered with him anymore. It was better to close the door to avoid any accidents. He just wanted to finish the job quickly, since it was just work anyway.

"Sorry, there was a slight hiccup in the middle, but it's all fine now, let's continue."

Aaron had laid out the documents on the table and was waiting for her, but her fingers hovered in the air, crossed the documents on the table, and came to Aaron's chest. She gently pressed a pocket pistol against Aaron's chest, making Aaron feel as if an electric current was running through his body.

At this moment, the blonde beauty with long, wavy hair was only a foot away from him. He couldn't see the expression in her eyes, but the cold and alluring fragrance emanating from her body was already wafting over, and the corners of her lips curled into a cold smile.

She slowly leaned down, bringing her lips close to Aaron's ear, and gently breathed into his ear, speaking in alluring Lucerne:

My name is Eclair, and I have a time bomb in my chest that could flatten half a city. It's less than an hour away from exploding.

Aaron instantly broke out in goosebumps, and the smile on his face froze.

Aaron was silent for a moment, then simply raised his hands and gave up resisting.

Because Eclair is a superhuman.

But he was just an ordinary person.

He knew very well that shooting at a high-level superhuman would only result in him dying without even knowing how he died.

Aaron harbored neither any wishful thinking nor any intention of taking a single shot.

"Did she send you to kill me?" Aaron asked.

He received no answer; Eclair simply pointed a gun at him, seemingly disdainful of replying.

Aaron's feelings were somewhat complicated. He focused his gaze on a black crystal ball on the table.

At first glance, it might be mistaken for a globe, but it is actually a small instrument. What's special is that even when the crystal ball is in direct sunlight from the window, its surface does not reflect any light, as if the sunlight is blocked by the crystal ball.

This is a psionic device, a special creation powered by psionic energy. The device on the table in the interrogation room is a delicate, small psionic device. It poses no threat, but its material is very special. Only psionic energy can react to it, so this kind of creation is often used to test psionic energy.

"No matter who sent you, I have no intention of threatening you."

Under Eclair's gaze, Aaron slowly placed his fingers on the surface of the crystal ball. After confirming that the crystal ball did not react, he wrapped his entire palm around the crystal ball.

The surface of the crystal ball remained completely black, and Aaron's hands were devoid of any spiritual power, indicating that he was simply an ordinary person without any extraordinary abilities.

After doing all this, Aaron, as if he had accomplished everything, raised his hands once more and looked at Eclair.

This is his current situation.

It's like saying

"I'm just an ordinary, harmless person who has no intention of resisting. Is it possible for you to let me go?"

Eclair did not respond, casually put down the gun, and placed her hand on the surface of the crystal ball.

After a brief silence, the surface of the crystal ball burst forth with a dazzling rainbow of light, and a rushing river could be faintly seen flowing beneath it.

Aaron's eyes were blinded by the seven-colored light. His judgment was indeed correct. Eclair was a superhuman, and a top-level superhuman at that.

Under the mysterious, colorful glow, Eclair gently blew on the muzzle of the gun. What she held was no longer an ordinary pocket pistol; the muzzle spewed out a deep blue flame.

"You seem to know a lot about superhumans, so I don't need to waste my time explaining."

"The ability of this pistol of mine is to be refueled. Don't let its appearance fool you, it's alive just like me."

Eclair raised the muzzle of her gun: "Not only that, it's also a very good hunter, sometimes even better than me. It can judge the strength of its prey itself, and either doesn't fire, or it only fires bullets that can kill the prey in one shot."

"If she judges that this shot will not kill the prey, she will not fire the bullet, but will continue to reload until she can truly kill it with one shot."

"Therefore, I don't fire my gun lightly; when I do, it's fatal."

Next, Eclair pointed the gun at Aaron. A wet chewing sound came from in front of Aaron, and he could no longer remain calm. He kept backing away because the gun in Eclair's hand was no longer concealed and revealed its true form. The muzzle that spewed blue flames had turned into a blood-red maw with sharp teeth, and a blood-red tongue was churning inside. Aaron felt an invisible force grab him.

It felt like the sharp teeth of a wild beast had touched his throat, and with just a slight prick, he could taste his warm blood.

Eclair said, "How about this, I'll shoot you once every five minutes, and see how many shots you can last?"

Aaron stared at the gaping maw, its sharp teeth dripping with saliva and its red tongue inside, his pupils shrinking to slits with fear.

Just as Aaron was about to suffocate, she suddenly lowered the gun barrel, her tone softening:

"But you're quite different. You're the calmest ordinary person I've ever met, which I find quite interesting. I don't know if you're truly qualified to talk to me or just all show and no substance..."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then a surge of joy welled up inside him. Could it be that she wasn't going to kill him?

But what he said next immediately chilled Aaron to the bone:

"So I loaded the pistol with just enough bullets to kill an ordinary person in one shot, to see if you could survive."

Eclair pressed the hammer.

"3."

"2."

"1."

Aaron's pupils dilated instantly.

"pat-"

The trigger was pulled, and a beautiful flower shot from the muzzle, stopping just inches from Aaron's nose.

The room was completely silent. Several seconds passed before Aaron's pupils slowly returned to normal. There were no bullets. Aaron had survived.

“Congratulations.” Eclair placed the pistol on the table.

Almost the instant Eclair lowered his gun, Aaron slumped onto the table, gasping for breath. At that moment, he felt death gripping his throat, all his strength drained away, leaving him like a lamb to the slaughter. The verdict was that he survived.

But death did not leave.

“First round of betting complete,” Eclair said, reloading her pistol with her characteristic nonchalant tone.

Usually, the enemy's physical strength and willpower are completely crushed after just the first round. Moreover, there is another round after the first one, and the enemy usually becomes hysterical before entering the next round.

They might be ecstatic at first, but they'll soon be filled with dread as they realize there's another round, and all they can think about is how the gun's power will increase, like gambling, but the next bullet will really kill him.

This is the essence of Eclair's power: chaos, madness, ecstasy, and immense emotional swings, gradually destroying a person from the inside out like a demon.

"Why?" Aaron tried his best to remain calm and looked into Eclair's eyes.

“Perhaps I can help you,” Aaron said.

He believed that Eclair must have some purpose in doing these things, and that if he knew her purpose, he would have a chance to live.

“The people of Dok deserve to die, isn’t that reason enough?” A crazed look appeared in Eclair’s eyes.

Aaron's gaze sharpened; Eclair's answer was a wake-up call! He had misjudged Eclair's thoughts. Eclair was a complete madwoman; her actions had no purpose other than amusement and killing.

Hearing this, Aaron's heart sank. Communicating with a madman is unpredictable, but at this point, he had no choice but to try anything.

“I lived in the Lucerne Empire for a period of time and had contact with you, so I have some understanding of your way of handling problems.”

Aaron raised his hands and spoke slowly. He couldn't care whether the other person believed him or not; he could only try to say something useful.

"A Dokman who lived in the Lusset Empire for a time and had contact with the Ninth Bureau?" Eclair's tone was somewhere between curiosity and mockery, but the madman was indeed intrigued by his words.

As long as they've piqued their interest, that's good. Aaron continued:

“Yes, although I don’t know much about the Lusset Empire and the Ninth Bureau, I know that if the Ninth Bureau were to send a superhuman as powerful as you to infiltrate the Kingdom of Dok, it would be a momentous event. Even the Queen would be involved in such a thing. But when you threatened me, you said that your plan had failed and all your companions had died. You didn’t mind taking your group down with you, which means you encountered great difficulties.”

Aaron wasn't even sure what he was saying. He was sweating profusely and could only guess based on his experience.

"Have you lost contact with your superiors? What truly terrifies you isn't that all your comrades are dead, because there are ample strategies to deal with the loss of comrades in the rules of the Ninth Round. What panics you is that you can't contact your superiors. You're now deep in enemy territory, suffering heavy losses behind enemy lines. You don't know what to do. You're not receiving instructions from above, and you don't know what the next step should be. So you recklessly entered the government building and even said something as stupid as, 'I don't mind taking you all down with me.'"

"I believe you really don't mind dragging us all down with you. Everyone from the Ninth Infantry is like that, but you're definitely afraid of not being able to complete the task the Queen has given you."

"The international situation is changing rapidly. The relationship between the Kingdom of Doc and the Empire of Lucerne is very sensitive. Anyone who reads the newspapers can see that. Not only is the situation changing, but the decisions of the Kingdom of Doc and the Empire of Lucerne are also changing every day. Without being able to contact the higher-ups, you are not sure if what you do will become the fuse. Perhaps one of your decisions will bring huge losses to the Empire of Lucerne."

At first, Aaron managed to keep his tone calm, but as he spoke, his tone became more and more urgent, with slurred and slurred sounds coming naturally. This was not only because he could not remain calm, but also because the hands of the clock were moving faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the five-minute limit.

Eclair put down his cigarette and said, "Okay."

Aaron was overjoyed; Eclair had actually taken his words to heart!

But the next moment, he saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him.

She said casually, "If you can catch this shot and make it escalate, then I'll believe in you."

Aaron was momentarily dazed. He knew he couldn't survive on words alone. He had tried everything, but everything had come full circle. In the end, it all depended on whether he could withstand the bullets.

Eclair was indeed intrigued by his words, but that was about it.

“Don’t feel regretful,” Eclair said slowly. “I shouldn’t have believed you in the first place. A civil servant from the Kingdom of Dok, no matter how eloquently you speak, I shouldn’t have believed you, let alone that you lived in the Lusset Empire, but your accent…”

Eclair looked at Aaron with a cold gaze: "Lucerte is the most beautiful language in the world. Unlike Doc, even ordinary people who have studied it for many years will find it difficult to adapt to the pronunciation of Lucerte."

Hearing this, even Aaron was stunned. He probably didn't realize that he had unintentionally revealed his accent. He had been so focused on how to survive that he had subconsciously learned Eclair's accent when speaking Lucerne and imitated it when he spoke faster.

When someone has lived in a place for many years, many habits become unconscious.

But now he is going to die because of it.

Chapter 113 Freya

He subconsciously imitated her, hoping to increase his intimidation over Eclair when he spoke. When he recited those long and difficult sentences in Lucerne, he subconsciously imitated her using the Lucerne accent, because the Lucerne accent was considered a poetic language, used not only by nobles but also most often in operas.

Actors often deliver powerful and moving lines with eloquence, captivating even the nobles of the Kingdom of Dok, let alone Eclair, a local.

Imagine, in such a desperate situation, someone who claims to know your country and organization correctly guesses half of the truth in front of you using extremely standard, even slightly dialectal, language. The shock would be immense for Eclair at that moment.

Even if your reason tells you that what an ordinary civil servant in Birmingham says is absolutely impossible to be true, when he hears that Lucerne language and the half-truths, you still can't help but doubt that it is true.