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

Seeing Aaron's expression, Freya sneered and plopped down on the stool.

Aaron was still watching Eclair: "How about this, you go out first... and we'll talk again after I've finished with this lady's business..."

Freya sneered: "I'm afraid you'll lose your girlfriend after you help this lady."

“Yes,” Eclair said with a smile.

"I think we can talk about this later..."

Eclair was a good observer. She observed and made her own judgments about everyone, from ordinary people staring at her body to Dorn, who glanced at her chest intentionally or unintentionally, and Aaron.

Aaron and Freya are undoubtedly partners, as can be seen from the way they speak.

Moreover, Freya's background seems quite interesting; her words and actions suggest she's not an ordinary noblewoman, which is what piqued Eclair's interest.

This is exactly what Aaron is most worried about.

Eclair was a master of conversation; she had already extracted information from him in just a few words. In the few seconds Aaron had to think, Eclair had already asked the question she wanted to know, and was now pretending to casually probe into what Aaron most wanted to know.

"Miss Freya, what is your surname?"

“Jagger, my name is Freya Jagger.”

When she spoke of her surname, Freya, like most nobles, revealed a proud expression.

Like most people who hear Freya's surname, Eclair showed a surprised expression.

The moment Eclair heard that surname, she thought of that person who was known to everyone in the kingdom.

Eclair knew she had caught a big fish.

The king's close friend in his youth.

The king's right-hand man.

Governor Dilang, former Finance Minister of the Kingdom of Dok.

Count of Iron, Volker Jagger.

Chapter 115 I'll Be Your Girlfriend

Freya proudly said, "Jagger, my name is Freya Jagger."

As expected, Eclair showed a surprised expression.

Jagger is a shining surname, so shining that it is known to everyone from Doc to Lusset. It does not represent a particular noble family in the kingdom, but rather the Iron Earl of the Kingdom of Doc.

The power in the Kingdom of Dok is jointly held by the King and the Parliament. The current King, Richard VII, is a powerful king rarely seen in the history of the kingdom, while the Earl of Iron is a close friend who has been by the King's side since his youth and is the current King's most powerful right-hand man.

If Freya is the daughter of the Iron Earl, it's like Eclair randomly walking into a sheep pen and pulling out a silver unicorn.

Eclair, who had been feeling utterly hopeless, slowly brightened up as an idea that excited her deeply began to form in her mind.

Perhaps all of this is God's will.

Eclair picked up the half-smoked cigarette, put it to her lips, and began to puff away, her hands trembling. She seemed to smoke to keep herself calm, but as she smoked, her whole body trembled with joy, so much so that she could hardly stand up straight.

Aaron silently opened the drawer of the table and took out the revolver. This was his only weapon for survival, and he placed all his hopes on it.

Eclair, however, was scratching her face with her other hand, laughing uncontrollably. Only Freya looked on in bewilderment. She sensed the strange atmosphere in the room but didn't know what was happening, and felt a strange sense of panic.

Before Freya could react, a chilling laugh rang out, and a gun was already pointed at her through the smoke.

"Don't move." Aaron pointed his pistol at her.

"What's going on..." Freya was so frightened by the situation that her face turned pale.

With Aaron pointing a gun at her, Eclair laughed even harder, so hard she even wiped away tears welling in her eyes. She said, "Don't move? With your little pistol?"

She looked at the pistol in Aaron's hand with a mocking expression: "So small~"

Aaron knew that ordinary revolvers posed little threat to superhumans, but he still insisted on pointing the gun at her to express his stance.

“I said, since everyone outside is already dead, and you can’t protect her anyway, how about I become your girlfriend?” Eclair said.

"What do you mean?" Aaron's eyes narrowed.

"This dress was actually taken from a dead person." Claire pulled down the shoulder strap of her dress, revealing her rounded shoulders.

"In order to be a noblewoman like her, I not only took away her dress, but also her manners and tone of voice. Do you think I am like her?"

Eclair: "I can do more than just take off clothes. I can also peel off other people's skin and wear it on myself. And I can imitate people's speech and movements very well."

A Claire's eyes welled up with a terrifying, hazy light, but a blush of peach blossoms appeared on her cheeks. She coughed, gently raised her slender, pale fingers to her cheek, and said in the exact same tone as Freya, "Do you think I've imitated her well, Mr. Aaron?"

Both of them instantly got goosebumps. Freya finally understood what kind of monster she was facing.

“But even if the tone and actions are similar, there’s still a chance we’ll be exposed,” Eclair said, distressed.

“But it’s different if I have a boyfriend by my side. With a boyfriend around, I believe no one would recognize me.” Eclair clapped her hands.

"My dear boyfriend, I'm giving you a choice: do you choose Freya as your girlfriend, or do you choose me?"

"If you choose me as your girlfriend, kill Freya, and then we'll go meet our parents together. Give them a surprise."

"If you still choose Freya as your girlfriend, then I'm sorry. You'll only meet in hell."

"What did you mean when you said everyone outside is doomed?" Aaron asked calmly.

"You're still concerned about that? How calm of you."

"It's very simple. Everyone outside is cursed, and they will all die soon."

"curse?"

“Still worried about others? You're cursed too, and I've given you special treatment. If you don't agree, I'll make sure you die an exceptionally painful death.” Eclair's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes churned with an eerie, chaotic light as she stared into Aaron's eyes:

"I'm an impatient person, so make your choice quickly: choose me as your girlfriend, or choose her as your girlfriend? I'll give you three seconds."

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1--

“No,” Aaron replied.

A look of emotion flashed across Freya's face.

"boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Eclair pulled the trigger, her chestnut hair flying up and her custom-made handbag flying into the air, the handkerchief, perfume, necklace, and jewels inside scattering and dancing in the air.

Freya looked down and saw a thorny gardenia bloom on her chest, enveloping the jewel on her breast. Freya staggered backward, silently pinned to the table by the thorny gardenia, without making a sound. Freya's pupils had become unfocused, and her pretty face had turned as white as paper.

"As expected of a big shot's daughter, she definitely has protective measures on her."

The shot didn't kill Freya, but Eclair wasn't surprised; instead, she was pleasantly surprised.

Eclair didn't really intend to kill Freya. That shot was actually a ritual to reveal her identity. The daughter of the Iron Earl must have something for self-defense, which is why Eclair was so eager to fire that shot. If Freya had died, then Freya's identity would have been false, and Eclair would have only killed a fake nobleman, which she wouldn't have cared about.

But if she survives, it proves that she was carrying priceless jewels, which means that Eclair encountered a unicorn, and Freya's fate might not be much better than death.

Finally, the gardenia blooming on Freya's chest became proof of her identity; Eclair had indeed encountered the kingdom's precious unicorn.

When the gunshot rang out, Aaron remained standing motionless in front of the table, his calmness almost unbelievable.

Behind his calm figure, the psionic device, which was said to never react with light, was now emitting a faint blue glow.

This is Aaron's chance to turn things around.

In Eclair's eyes, Aaron was an ordinary person with no spiritual power, and Aaron's actions reinforced this impression, which Aaron could exploit.

In fact, Eclair was right. Aaron himself was an ordinary person without any spiritual power. Even if he had very strong spiritual power in the past, it had nothing to do with him now.

Chapter 116 Deep in Hell

Therefore, the only way for him to send a distress signal was to use Eclair's spiritual power.

That's why he lured Eclair to do that a few minutes ago.

Let Eclair place her hand on the psionic device herself.

The first law of spiritual power is that spiritual power cannot be created out of thin air, nor can it disappear out of thin air. This may seem like a truism in the supernatural world, because uncontrolled spiritual power will still be quickly dissipated into the air.

However, the spiritual energy that Eclair channeled into the crystal ball did not disappear quickly. This was due to the material of the psionic device. Since the material of the psionic device could react well with spiritual energy, it should also be able to preserve spiritual energy well. Although there would be some loss, it would allow the spiritual energy to stay inside the material for a short while.

Although the crystal psionic ball has existed for a long time, it is not widely used in daily life. It has nothing special about it, but few people notice this, which gives Aaron an opportunity.

Or even if Eclair knew the properties of the psionic ball, she wouldn't care, because reusing the unclaimed, residual psionic energy within the crystal ball is an absurdly difficult task, as difficult as trying to catch the moon's reflection in water. To use a metaphor, it's as difficult as precisely picking up a grain of sand from beneath the ocean surface with a surgical needle. To do this requires unparalleled psionic manipulation skills, something only masters in the extraordinary world can accomplish.

Aaron hadn't done anything like this in a long time; he hadn't done any similar exercises since arriving in the Kingdom of Dok.

He wasn't entirely confident and could only rely on his past experience, so he was also gambling. Moreover, although the crystal ball was a good medium for preserving spiritual energy, it didn't mean that the spiritual energy wouldn't be lost. After Eclair finished transferring the spiritual energy to the crystal ball, he waited anxiously.

He dared not do it in front of Eclair, because for a superhuman like her, even the faintest glimmer of light from the table or the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy in the room would attract her attention. Therefore, he had to wait for the most natural, appropriate, and inconspicuous moment before he could do it.

He waited for his moment, the very instant Eclair pointed her gun at Freya. He naturally stepped out from behind the wooden table, raised his pistol and aimed it at Eclair, simultaneously using his body to block the glowing psionic orb. Eclair, unsurprisingly, had no suspicion.

Only when Eclair's full attention was focused on his pistol did he dare to secretly try to manipulate the spiritual power with his other hand.

Aaron actually succeeded. After several attempts, he really made contact with that spiritual power and gained control of it. It seems that his abilities from back then haven't become rusty.

But Aaron sighed inwardly as he manipulated his spiritual power.

This is Aaron's current limit. Due to years of non-contact, he has regressed too much compared to his younger days, and this is the limit of his spiritual power.

Just when Aaron felt he had done his best, Eclair's smile suddenly vanished, and her expression turned cold:

"What are you doing?"

Eclair was so overjoyed that she became careless.

If someone really wanted to shoot a superhuman, he should have used the rapid-fire method, which requires the use of both hands.

The ultimate rapid-fire technique requires only raising the gun to the waist to fire. If the speed is fast enough, even Ecclerc would have difficulty reacting.

Even if we assume that Aaron doesn't understand the so-called rapid-fire technique, he should never have put one hand behind his back and used only one hand to fight against superhumans.

Eclair sensed something was wrong; her icy blue pupils emitted a terrifying light, and her expression resembled that of a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

Aaron knew he didn't have time to leisurely manipulate his spiritual power. He focused all his attention on his left hand, directing the spiritual power upwards along the cracks in the wall, intending to break out of the building. At the same time, he pulled the trigger, and all five bullets were fired in just a few seconds, because he didn't aim at all; he just wanted to use the barrage to block Eclair.

Eclair didn't dodge the barrage of comments at all. Instead, she put her hand on the doorknob, opened the door, and her eyes shone with a ghostly light: "What I mean is, your so-called defense is actually as thin as paper in front of me."

Aaron loaded the pistol with brass bullets, which are standard issue for the Birmingham City Police Department. A barrage of five of these bullets would be enough to intimidate a herd of rhinos, but Eckel didn't flinch at all!