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

Stewart had some sensitive questions, and from these questions, Aaron probably understood why Simon was angry. Not to mention that these questions were indeed offensive, what's more, it was someone talking about his girlfriend so openly in front of him, but Aaron didn't feel that way.

Even if Stewart were well-informed, he wouldn't know the true nature of his relationship with Freya, and therefore would only view their relationship as that of a normal couple.

Surprisingly, he had little possessiveness towards Freya, few other thoughts, and even little romantic feelings for her. Therefore, he was naturally emotionally stable when discussing these matters. He was unaware that he desperately wanted to break up with Freya. As a result, even the most sensitive questions from Stewart did not offend him in any way, and he could even examine himself through the questions.

However, halfway through the questioning, Aaron couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Stuart, although these questions were asked with my permission, was it really necessary to go to this extent?"

"You and Simon both asked the same question: Do you think it's necessary for doctors to know this much about your body when they examine you? Or do doctors feel good watching you cough up thick phlegm and blood?"

Aaron looked doubtful: "But Mr. Stewart, you seem to really enjoy it."

Stuart nodded, looking quite self-righteous, and said, "Prying into other people's secrets is one of the few interesting things about our job, and we can't take that away too."

Aaron: "???"

"But to be honest, Mr. Aaron, isn't there really nothing that excites you?" Stuart asked, puzzled.

Aaron was taken aback, instinctively thinking of what happened in the government building, which, if traced back further, would have to be traced back twenty years.

Therefore, Aaron shook his head and said, "No."

Just then, a man wearing a three-piece striped suit and an overcoat walked in and asked, "Stuart, how's the questioning going?"

That person was Falk. He came in and was slightly taken aback when he saw Aaron sitting in the place where Simon should have been.

“It’s just for fun in my spare time,” Stuart explained for Aaron.

"Mr. Aaron, the medicine for your cold has arrived. Would you like some orange juice?" At that moment, the butler also entered the room.

Aaron went out with the butler. Falk closed the door, looked at Stuart, and said, "You used your power on him?"

Stuart shrugged: "You paid me a dollar an hour, so I have to make sure you feel like you got your money's worth."

Chapter 156 MI7 Visits

After saying that, Stewart snapped his fingers, and the air in the room suddenly distorted. He removed some kind of barrier, which neither Simon nor Aaron noticed.

"I didn't send you here to deal with irrelevant people. How is Simon?"

“The young man is obviously too green. It took me less than an hour to provoke him. Falk, you are far less capable than you were back then.”

“It’s good that the young man can last an hour; he doesn’t have to stand on stage facing attacks from the media and political opponents for an hour yet,” Falk said. “And what about Aaron? How is Aaron doing?”

"Are you also interested in that young man?"

"Didn't you want me to feel like I got a great deal?"

“Well, that’s interesting. I even think he can hold out longer than Simon. I can’t think of a way to provoke him for now.”

"Later than Simon?" Falk asked.

“Do you think I would be biased? It’s just a pity you came in too quickly and interrupted us, otherwise I’m sure we could have played for much longer,” Stewart said. “He seems completely unaffected by my abilities. Talking to him is a very novel experience. I don’t know where he places his pride. He seems to have extremely high pride, yet he also seems to have no pride at all. I don’t know how he views himself, but he is definitely different from Simon.”

"Understood. I'll talk to Simon for now. You stay here and don't let anyone else in to talk to you, and don't use your abilities indiscriminately."

Stuart shrugged.

*

Aaron wasn't really affected by Stewart.

The thoughtful butler not only brought him medicine for headaches and colds, but also sleeping pills. It is said that this kind of medicine is very popular among nobles. Many nobles feel refreshed after taking the medicine and sleeping. Aaron felt that the most important thing now was to sleep and recover quickly, so he also decided to take one.

He took the medicine the housekeeper brought him with orange juice, and soon felt sleepy. Just as he decided to go upstairs to take a nap...

"Mr. Aaron."

An unfamiliar voice appeared in his ear.

With a "whoosh," Aaron broke out in a cold sweat.

He was standing in the hall, and without turning his head, he could see two figures standing at the door out of the corner of his eye.

Although the Iron Earl's villa is not a castle, it is home to important figures in the kingdom. The villa has a solid defense, guards patrol the entrance at all times, and superhumans lurk in the shadows. Both its defense and response capabilities are among the best in the kingdom.

In other words, it's impossible for a normal person to stand behind that door.

According to aristocratic etiquette, guests familiar with the host would be led into the reception room by the butler, served refreshments and black tea, and wait for the host in a relaxed environment. Unfamiliar guests would be asked to wait outside the door, but those people just stood there blankly at the door and called out Aaron's name directly.

Aaron pondered this in his heart, but since he had seen the other person, the other person must have seen him as well. Therefore, he hesitated for a moment before going to the door and opening it.

Standing at the door were two young men. The one on the left was tall and imposing; Aaron could only see his chest at first glance, and had to look up to see his face. The other was a tall, thin man with a gaunt face. He squinted and had a smile on his face, giving off a feeling of being unassuming.

They were all dressed in black civilian clothes, without any armbands or shoulder patches, but the more they wore them, the more unsettling it became. Aaron couldn't tell their origins from their clothing at all, and could only increasingly feel that they were the people he thought had come to arrest him, the people from MI7.

Damn it, of all times, it had to be at this moment. He wasn't ready, and the other party arrived, having just taken sleeping pills.

“Aaron Brando, is that right?” said the smiling man. “Come with us.”

"Do I have the right to refuse?" Aaron asked after a moment of silence.

The tall man looked down at him, and Aaron's body tensed instinctively; he instantly knew the answer.

"Trust me, you won't want to refuse," the smiling man said.

At this moment, the others in the room were also alerted, and the butler came out, looking at them in surprise.

Under the watchful eyes of the butler and maid, Aaron did not refuse and silently followed without resistance. Neither the towering, giant-like youth before him nor the smiling, thin young man were people he could currently resist.

This is only natural; if MI7 has made thorough preparations, he would have absolutely no chance of resisting.

"Let's go."

The smiling man gave him a look, signaling Aaron to follow them outside.

As Aaron walked to the door and passed the servants, he noticed that they all had their heads down and dared not look at him.

As he was descending the steps, he happened to see Zain returning from outside. Even the usually domineering Zain was shocked and stepped aside, as if he didn't understand what had happened for a moment.

Even the arrogant young master Zain showed that expression, it seemed that he was really in trouble this time, Aaron smiled bitterly to himself.

Aaron was soon led to a silver carriage. The carriage had no license plates or markings, and it was hard to imagine such a vehicle driving on the roads of the Kingdom of Dok. However, Aaron knew that this type of vehicle was a special vehicle of the kingdom. They could drive on the kingdom's roads without being bound by the rules and were often responsible for transporting confidential documents and prisoners. Today, Aaron was "lucky" enough to board this vehicle.

Once he's on this vehicle, it would probably take a whole platoon to rescue him.

Moreover, he was guarded by those two "mysterious" people.

Aaron boarded the carriage. From the outside, it looked like a large vehicle, but the interior was even more cramped than he had imagined. The armor plating was ten centimeters thick, which in turn encroached on the interior space. Comfort had not been considered in the initial design of this carriage; it was entirely for safety and protection. As a result, the space left for people to sit was very small, and sitting inside felt like sitting in a prison.

Aaron was led to a seat against the wall. At that moment, a smiling person came up to him and covered him with a black cloth.

Before he could adjust to the darkness, someone snapped their fingers beside his ear. Then, Aaron not only lost his sight, but his hearing, touch, and smell also became blurred. He seemed to be swallowed by darkness. Then he heard someone in his head say to him:

"Because the address and route are confidential, some restrictions have been placed on you. These will be lifted once you arrive at your destination."

So that's how it is. It's to prevent him from detecting the carriage's route based on the vibrations, hence this restriction. The other party really thinks highly of him, even though he does have that thought.

Chapter 157 The Difficulty of Becoming a Judge

At this moment, Aaron still had the mood to smile bitterly, but beyond that, he had to think about how to deal with the situation. However, he had clearly forgotten that he had just taken a sleeping pill not long ago. The sleeping pill took effect quickly, and after the tension he had just experienced, his body instinctively relaxed. This dark, silent, and unemotional environment was obviously the most suitable for sleep. Although Aaron wanted to resist, his consciousness simply wouldn't listen to him, and before long, he actually fell asleep in the dark.

Because he slept so comfortably, his body relaxed in reality as well. If there were someone next to him, he probably would have leaned directly against that person.

*

villa.

Zain returned to the villa and saw Simon leaning against the door smoking. He walked up to him and asked, "Who were those people at the door just now?"

"What, didn't you recognize me?" Simon exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"One of them looked very familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a moment."

“I didn’t recognize one of them, but I recognized the other one,” Simon said.

"who is it?"

"Theo of the Church of Judgment."

"The people from the Church of Judgment?" Zane was taken aback. "What do they want with Aaron?"

"Don't you know? Aaron received an invitation from the Church of Judgment. They came to see Aaron this time, probably to take him for an interview."

"An interview? Why make such a fuss about an interview?" Zane walked up to Simon and took a cigarette from him. "Anyone who didn't know better would think they were here to arrest someone."

“It’s normal, because for many years no one has been able to get straight into the Church of Judgment’s interview. Aaron being given the green light is an exception. He was invited directly by Her Majesty Claire, so it’s not surprising that they went through so much trouble.”

"So he's going to take the TART test?" Zane said.

The TART test, short for Judge Assessment Test, is not very well-known, but like the civil service exam in the Kingdom of Dok, it is a threshold before becoming a judge. It consists of two parts: a written test and an interview. As an invitee, Aaron has the right to skip the written test and go directly to the interview.

“Wait, does he really know how to pass the TART test? Freya said he’s been leaving early and coming home late these past few days. Is he really preparing for the TART test?” Zane said.

"Forget about preparation, he probably doesn't even know what a TART test is," Simon said.

"Don't know?" Zane was stunned. "Then he doesn't even know that there are test-taking techniques for the TART test? It's said that people who are proficient in TART test-taking techniques can increase their pass rate to 40%. If he doesn't even know that method, what are his chances of passing?"

Zane looked shocked, while Simon remained unfazed from beginning to end. Zane knew that Simon would never make a mistake in something like this, so he quickly realized what was going on, raised an eyebrow and said, "Why didn't you tell him? He's quite smart, but he can't possibly pass the test without any help."

Simon turned and gave him a deep look: "Don't you know why?"

Looking into Simon's eyes, Zane vaguely understood something, but still frowned and asked, "Why?"

Simon turned his head: "We won't stop him, but we won't help him either, it's that simple."

"Besides, it's not that we don't want to tell him, it's just that there's no need," Simon said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

“Do you know what the acceptance rate for the trial of the church has been over the past two years?” he asked.

"How many?"

"It's 0, which means that even if someone passes the Church of Judgment's interview in two years, they will still be eliminated in the final test. Do you think Aaron has a chance to break through this number?"

Zain was speechless for a long time before saying, "I've also heard that the Judgment Church has very strict vetting procedures."

"It's beyond just 'very strict,' it's not even close to 'one in a million.'" Simon exhaled a puff of smoke. "Do you know Captain Hogg from your Navy Headquarters?"

"I know. He's a young officer who was parachuted in just two years ago. He's quite capable. At first, the soldiers weren't very convinced by him, but they were quickly won over by his personal charm. I heard he'll be promoted again this year."

Although both are young, even Zane's position in the Navy is not as high as that of Officer Hogg, who is considered a favorite in their Navy Headquarters.

"Did you know that before joining the Navy, his goal was to become a Judge? He failed to become a Judge, so he changed his mind and came to Navy Headquarters?"

"What?" Zane was stunned. "Even such outstanding people can't pass the Judgment Church's test? Just how rigorous are their assessments?"