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

Now he doesn't care about anything anymore; nothing seems to matter to him, only the pure feeling of being alive remains.

It's good to be alive.

Yes, if that's the case, then let's just break up.

This was a thought that came to his mind naturally; he simply thought that way.

He can't even remember why he was afraid to break up before... Now he just wants to breathe deeply, be himself, live for himself, do what he truly wants to do, and stop restraining himself. It's not worth it. Why didn't he do it sooner...?

On the distant horizon, he heard someone murmur, "Lady Claire."

More and more people looked up, their gazes fixed on her, and then they couldn't look away. The world seemed to fall silent.

A gentle breeze carried her down from the sky, her silver-white boots landing on the broken floor.

It turned out to be a girl of about twenty years old, and unlike others, she had pure white wings.

"She's like an angel..." someone murmured.

She was an angel, with long, deep blue hair and porcelain-like skin. Both her demeanor and her actions were angelic. When she folded her wings, her mere presence was unforgettable.

Her beauty is indescribable. Everyone who sees her thinks she is just an illusion, because she seems to have come from a distant heaven, yet is as distant as a phantom.

Her first impression is always one of quietness. When she sits there quietly, all eyes are drawn to her. She surpasses all the mundane, carrying an aura of being far removed from the world. When she is there, people feel a sense of solemnity, which brings a breathtaking beauty.

She is like the ultimate beauty; all the vulgar ladies ultimately aim to be like her, and since she is already there, people naturally don't need to look at anything else.

When people gaze at her, they often feel time stand still, far surpassing anything seen by ordinary eyes. Only when they meet her eyes do they suddenly realize that she is just a twenty-year-old girl, still carrying the innocence of a young girl, even though she has just been so violent as if she had descended from the heavens.

"Lady Claire!"

More and more people were drawn to the scene, and the silence quickly turned into a cacophony, brewing an atmosphere of fervor. There was both fervent religious worship and personal adoration. Many people recognized the angel; not only was she angelic in appearance and demeanor, but she was also a true angel in her very identity.

In this world ruled by the seven gods, every extraordinary being, no matter how powerful, has received a blessing from the gods. A blessing from the gods represents extraordinary power.

But there is an exception: those who are born with a gift. Their birth is called the birth of an angel or a walk of God. There are only twelve such individuals among the world's billions of people. They possess extraordinary power without needing to receive blessings. They stand at the top of the pyramid, the ultimate envy of countless extraordinary individuals—born extraordinary, born angels.

The God of Judgment is one of the seven gods. It is not affiliated with any country; it is a nation of its own and acts as the representative of the gods on earth.

Although its people are extremely few in number, they represent the most powerful force in the world. Of all the blessings, the God of Judgment is the most powerful. In the Bible of Judgment and in the hymns passed down orally, it has destroyed countless nations.

Other blessings carry God's various authorities and qualities, representing God's clarity and chaos, God's mercy or love, but angels are different. They represent God's majesty and judgment, God's war and wrath, and therefore they are also extraordinarily powerful.

In the frenzied atmosphere, people slowly surrounded her; it was almost an atmosphere of fanatical idol worship. Even the sirens and shouts of the police couldn't disperse them. Their voices gradually grew noisy. Just when everyone was focused on her and almost ignored Aaron, he heard Claire say to him:

"Well done."

Aaron was stunned. By the time he realized what was happening, the angel had already left his side, its outstretched white wings shielding him from the crowd.

Aaron snapped out of his daze and immediately went to check Freya's injuries, but someone had already noticed her and began to forcibly examine her pupils and take her blood pressure.

Freya was fine; she had woken up sometime earlier, though her face was very pale.

The magical item she carried with her shielded her from most of the damage; her injuries were not even as severe as Aaron's, she was just frightened.

Suddenly, it became noisy downstairs. A black sedan stopped at the entrance, and a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman got out of the car.

"Your Excellency!"

The arrival of Earl Iron and his wife was unexpected; people had expected him to be there, but no one anticipated it would happen so quickly.

Volker Jagger looked up and saw Aaron and Freya leaning against the ruins in the distance. His tense face slowly relaxed, and then he revealed his true colors in front of the officials who came out to greet him, scolding them while giving orders.

Hearing Falk's curses, Aaron and Freya were surprisingly at ease. Although they had been afraid of this before, hearing his angry shouts now made them feel like they had finally returned to a peaceful life.

Ten minutes later, police cars had surrounded the entire government building. A kind female officer draped gray coats over them. They had just finished a physical examination and were also given coffee and hot towels by the police station.

At this time, the mayor and the police chief also arrived. In principle, if the survivor is not seriously injured after the perpetrator dies, he should be taken back to the police station to make a statement.

But when they saw Falk standing unmoved in the crowd, and the Countess holding her child and constantly comforting her as she silently wept, they all wisely kept quiet.

Logically speaking, although Falk was of noble status, he had no position or power in Birmingham. However, when he appeared, the disaster site was clearly centered around him, and he became the person in charge.

“I’ve already gotten leave from school, and he’ll be going home with us tonight,” Falk said decisively.

"We will investigate this matter thoroughly throughout the night!" The mayor and police chief also came over to pledge their loyalty: "As for the statements, we'll address that later..."

There is no need to go to the police station.

"This..." The police chief looked a little embarrassed.

"Bring the police officers who are taking statements here with you!" Falk said coldly.

Chapter 120 The Iron Earl

Freya and Aaron returned to their residence without having to cooperate with the police in any way—or rather, the Iron Earl's villa in Birmingham.

It was a quiet suburban villa. From the outside, it looked like a large mansion hidden in the garden, belonging to Jagger's father's father.

Birmingham is where Jagger was born. When the Earl of Iron was born, the mansion no longer belonged to Jagger, but after the Earl of Iron rose to prominence, he bought the mansion back.

The mansion was not as magnificent as the citizens imagined. The Earl of Iron owned numerous estates throughout the Kingdom of Dok. He would vacation at his estates in the eastern part of the kingdom every April and June, and occasionally even spend the entire winter in the southern continent. Compared to those estates and castles with long histories, Birmingham's mansion was indeed insignificant.

But the mansion is very cozy, with leather sofas, large bookshelves made of old oak trees, bright wallpaper, and begonia flower carpets woven by Brussels carpet makers, all arranged by the lady of the house, except for the portraits of great figures from the Kingdom of Doc on the walls and the huge crystal chandelier.

When they returned, dinner was already prepared. Freya's older brother and sister were all in Lodoren. They had received the news and it would take them a day to get back. So, only the four of them ate together.

Unusually, they didn't pay attention to restaurant etiquette this time. Freya even dined next to the Countess, and the Count of Iron didn't say a word. He didn't even read the newspaper, but just kept looking at his daughter.

Aaron didn't feel uncomfortable at this small dinner. There was a rare warmth of home on the table that made him feel more comfortable than the delicious food or the fancy decorations.

“Aaron saved me,” Freya said during the conversation.

Aaron had just put a piece of fish into his mouth when he felt the gazes around him and calmly raised his head.

"You did very well."

After a few seconds of silence, Earl Iron spoke as if his ice had melted away. Aaron was somewhat surprised, as Earl Iron was actually an extremely strict person. "Well done" was the highest praise Aaron had ever heard from Earl Iron.

Aaron was a little flustered holding the knife and fork, but luckily the dessert was served. This time it was chocolate tiramisu. The dessert itself was nothing special, but what was special was that the Countess herself brought the cake to the table for him, and the Earl of Iron personally poured him a full glass of champagne.

Aaron was momentarily at a loss, even somewhat flattered. The Earl of Iron personally poured him a full glass of champagne—this was a treatment reserved for a king, wasn't it?

Unlike Aaron, Freya quickly felt tired. She was just an ordinary person, and although her face had regained a lot of color by dinner, after experiencing so many important events today, sleepiness had already enveloped her.

Aaron was also feeling exhausted, so after dinner they went back to their rooms to rest. Aaron had his own room in the mansion.

Aaron remembered the statement; there seemed to be two policemen waiting for them in the living room, trembling with fear, but Earl Iron told him not to worry.

Aaron had been thinking about Freya all along, but he was too tired and figured it wouldn't hurt to bring it up formally tomorrow. He was already lying in bed.

He was more exhausted than he had imagined. The release of spiritual energy today had completely drained his strength. He lay down on the bed in a daze and fell asleep in no time. His dreams that night were unexpectedly sweet...

He slept all night, and when he woke up, he kept thinking about breaking up.

He is now very clear-headed, and he is thinking about whether yesterday's decision was just a momentary impulse.

He knew perfectly well that as long as he did nothing, he could obtain wealth and status effortlessly.

But no matter how much he thought about it, his final decision was the same as yesterday.

That was a decision he made between life and death, and he still remembers that feeling clearly. He clearly remembers telling himself: If I survive, I'll break up with Freya.

When Aaron came out of his room in the early morning, breakfast was already prepared.

Falk got up earlier than them, which was the Iron Earl's habit. He always got up at the same time, ate breakfast at the same time, and worked in his study at the same time, as strictly as a machine.

However, while Earl Iron was strict with himself, he was very lenient with others. For example, the Countess might not get out of bed until noon, and the two of them always treated each other with respect.

Aaron sat at the table, waiting for breakfast.

Aaron's breakfast was usually quite simple, consisting of leftover porridge from dinner with eggs, sausage, and curry. But today was different. He woke up in the Earl of Iron's private villa, where maids and butlers served him as he washed up and sat down. He ate a breakfast meticulously prepared by a chef.

It is said that when Count Iron served as Governor of Durand in previous years, he rarely had the opportunity to eat Dok delicacies. Therefore, after the Count returned to his country, the King specially assigned a chef to prepare the most traditional Dok breakfast for the Count every morning, and they would chat at the table every day.

The beverage is strong black tea, and sausages and eggs remain side dishes for breakfast, but the main dish has changed from porridge to salmon and haddock rolls. The haddock is supplied by the territory of Dok, and the best haddock is reserved for the royal family and his allies.

On this rare holiday, Aaron wasn't in a hurry. He slowly ate the eggs and sausages with a knife and fork, leisurely sipped his black tea, and spent his breakfast in a relaxed manner.

After finishing the last slice of sausage, he wiped his mouth; it was time to get down to business.

Aaron looked toward the dark corridor leading to the Earl of Iron's study and swallowed hard.

My stomach suddenly feels a bit uncomfortable, I need to go to the toilet first...

After leaving the bathroom, Aaron took a deep breath, made up his mind, and headed towards his room.

But as soon as he approached the door, he was startled by a deafening thud from inside; the powerful impact could be heard even through the door.

What's going on? The Lucernes have attacked? Aaron was stunned. He waited outside the door for a while, and only after the commotion inside subsided did he cautiously knock on the door.

"Come in." The cold voice of Earl Iron came from inside.

It seemed the Earl of Iron wasn't dealing with political enemies in his room; Aaron pushed open the door with relief...

Aaron regretted it as soon as he pushed open the door. The room was indeed not where they were dealing with the corpses of their political enemies, but the scene was not far off.

The room was covered in blood. A huge corpse lay straight in front of Aaron, but it wasn't human. It was a creature Aaron had never seen before. The creature was two meters long and its back was covered with hexagonal, bone-like shells with sharp, knife-like edges. It looked as hard as a shield.

But at this moment, there was a huge dent on the shell, which seemed to have been caused by someone hitting it hard.

Chapter 121 Become famous in one fell swoop

As for its head, Aaron could barely see it anymore. Because it had been smashed by a fist, Aaron could only vaguely make out that the shape of the head fragments was somewhat like that of a crocodile. The Iron Earl he was looking for was half-squatting in front of the creature with his sleeves rolled up, his hands covered in the blood of the alligator snapping turtle. But judging from the Iron Earl's condition, he hadn't even taken a breath.

Aaron glanced to the side and saw the male servant serving Earl Iron pressed against the wall of the study, barely daring to breathe. Underneath the armored alligator turtle were large pieces of wood and fragments of wooden boxes. It seemed that this was an unexpected incident, and the people in the room had been caught off guard.

"My lord, I never expected that the animals sent from Dylan across the ocean would still be alive..." the servant said with a mournful face.

"It's none of your business. I doubt they expected this creature to be so resilient, launching an attack even after being transported across the ocean." Count Iron wiped the blood from his hands. "Tell them not to send any more next time."

"Yes...yes..." The male servant flew away from Aaron and ran out the door.

"What do you want?" Earl Iron asked, wiping the blood from his hands with a handkerchief as he looked up at Aaron. Aaron felt that Earl Iron's eyes were fierce, perhaps because he had just killed someone.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about this now. Let’s talk about it another time.” Aaron turned around and was about to leave.

"boom!"

As soon as Aaron lifted his foot, he felt a powerful gust of wind from a punch blow directly to his back. Count Iron threw another punch from behind Aaron. The alligator turtle's body obviously couldn't withstand the punch. The blow hit the ground, and Aaron felt the whole house shake. He was even shaken so badly that his feet left the ground and he stopped abruptly.

Aaron abruptly pulled back the foot that had already stepped out of the door, turned around expressionlessly, and his body stiffened.

He was wondering if the Iron Earl did it on purpose, and if so, what was he trying to do?