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

"It really was just a game?"

"No, I'm really getting checked out. Apart from the comminuted fracture of your right leg and a few broken bones, there's nothing seriously wrong. Just apply some ointment and get some rest."

"oh oh……"

Roland's serious expression silenced him. Although Aaron couldn't tell whether Roland was serious or not, he saw her wearing a white lab coat, meticulously removing her gloves, then tossing them aside. Her slender hand picked up a pen and began writing something on the whiteboard with one hand, presumably recording his injuries...

She wouldn't just draw a little turtle on it, would she? I have a feeling she's really capable of doing something like that...

"All right."

Roland put down his pen, stretched lazily with a blank expression, and Aaron subconsciously turned his face away.

She wore a white lab coat, and when she worked, she tied her hair up, revealing the pearly white nape of her neck. She stretched lazily as if no one else was around, and the sight was so beautiful, like graceful and charming mountains in the morning light, that one dared not look directly at her.

Aaron was still embarrassed when Roland, having finished stretching, tapped his chest with his finger and said in a completely calm tone, "I know your secret..."

Aaron paused, neither replying nor flustered. He didn't even need to face the pressure of Roland's gaze, because Roland was staring intently at his chest, his expression so focused that it was as if he wasn't speaking to him at all.

"Senior sister, can you be a little more serious..." Aaron looked at the finger pointing at his chest, trying to figure out Roland's pattern.

Roland shook his head, his fingers continuing down his chest, tickling his lower abdomen in circles: "How much of your strength did you exert in that battle just now?"

“One hundred percent,” Aaron said calmly.

"Lying...no..."

Roland shook his head, his slender fingers stinging Aaron's skin: "The problem was with how I asked the question. I asked how much of your blessing power you were actually using?"

"What do you mean?"

Roland drew a circle with his hand towards Aaron's lower abdomen and pulled out the White Leap sword hanging at his waist: "This sword of yours is actually a two-handed sword."

Roland slowly drew the knife from Aaron's waist. The beautiful woman held the sword, but her movements didn't look professional. She gripped the hilt with her hand in reverse. However, Aaron looked at her hand, which didn't tremble at all when she held the knife, and knew that if her hand was so steady when she held the knife, it would be very steady when she swung it.

Roland's judgment was correct; Bai Yue did indeed wield a two-handed sword. Although Roland's eyes were always hazy, making it impossible to know what was hidden within them, his eyes were actually very deep, and he could see the characteristics of Bai Yue's sword at a glance.

"That's right, there should be another sword in the future, but I can't use it now. That is my complete form."

"So, you mean you only used 50% of your ability?" Roland asked, looking at him.

Aaron looked at Roland, a smile playing on his lips, and nodded: "That's right."

*

Roland returned the knife to his waist and handed him a brand new set of clothes: "This is the new Judge's uniform. The church will only issue you two at the beginning. I will wash yours for you. You can pick it up tomorrow."

Aaron took the clothes his senior sister tossed to him and was about to say thank you when Roland stood up and said:

"You can use this room temporarily. You can take a shower in the bathroom next door first, or come over here to sign the Judge's Agreement."

"However, I still suggest you sign the judge's agreement first, because the agreement takes effect immediately. The moment you sign the agreement, it will be activated immediately, and someone will help you get things done right away."

“Let’s sign the agreement,” Aaron replied.

Aaron was immediately taken to another room, where there was practically a team standing there; they seemed to be secretaries and staff responsible for signing the agreement.

As soon as he sat down in the room, stacks of documents were placed in front of him. Staff prepared ink and pens for him, a secretary prepared red inkpad and a hand towel next to him, and someone stood in front of him to guide him on where to sign. He had countless names to sign. Aaron had never imagined that after becoming a judge, he would have countless stamps to affix and countless names to sign.

"May I see the contents of the treaty first?" Aaron asked.

"Of course, but there are many treaties, and it will take a lot of time. We will help you understand the treaties," the secretary replied professionally.

There were indeed many treaties, so many that he could hardly read them all, and they were all written in Florian. After reading them carefully for a while, Aaron realized the difficulty. So, with the help of his secretary, he simply skimmed through the contents of each one and then signed them one by one.

With each document he signed, he gained a new right, a new privilege, and a higher status.

For example, the first document he signed was actually a real estate contract. After he signed his name in the place designated by his secretary, a property in the legendary earthly paradise, the Papal Kingdom, automatically became his name, and no one else had the right to use it.

Chapter 184 The Privilege of the Judge

The second document was a formal citizenship application, bearing the emblem of the Church of Judgment. After signing this agreement, Aaron would gain membership in the Church of Judgment and officially become a resident of the earthly kingdom. From then on, although his status was not that of a nobleman, it was more esteemed than that of a nobleman, and all the nobles of the Old World who believed in the Seven Gods would treat him with great respect.

Aaron signed and stamped the document, officially becoming the judge.

The third document was a legal document. After signing it, he gained extraterritoriality, a power usually reserved for heads of state, heads of government, and diplomatic representatives. With this right, he could no longer be tried by the laws of other countries. From then on, only the courts that judged the church could try him, and he truly became a citizen of heaven on earth in the legal sense.

The fourth document is an account agreement with a bank called Florian Bank, the capital of the Papal States, which is possibly one of the safest banks in the world.

Along with this document came a passbook, which belonged to Florian Bank. After signing this document, he would have a personal account at Florian Bank, and his salary would be deposited into this account through the bank, which he could then withdraw at any time.

Aaron noticed the numbers marked on the document. Aaron's Florian language was quite good, and he knew that the letters following the numbers referred to the currency unit of the Papal States.

The document was in duplicate, with the copy written in Dokk language thoughtfully stating that the Papal States' currency could be automatically converted into gold each month.

Aaron roughly calculated that, according to the current exchange rate, his monthly salary was equivalent to about 41 gold coins. And this was only his initial salary. As his years as a judge and his rank increased, his salary would be even higher, not including annuities and other benefits.

No wonder everyone wants to become a judge. The house in the Papal States, the status of a citizen of the land, and the monthly salary of forty-one gold coins are enough to tempt nobles. You know, Flori is a place where every inch of land is precious. Legend has it that it is a divine kingdom carved in gold. Owning a property there is a valuable asset for nobles.

The fifth document is a confidentiality agreement that will ensure all his information is under the strict protection of the Church of Judgment. From now on, no country other than the Papal States will have the right to access his information. This document will take effect along with extraterritoriality.

This document was the most important reason why Aaron joined the Church of Judgment. Therefore, he looked at the document very carefully. After signing the document and putting his fingerprint on it, he immediately felt that the heavy burden on his shoulders had disappeared and his whole body felt relaxed.

Countless terms and documents awaited his signature. With each document he signed, he gained an additional power and an additional possession. Even the two Judges' robes required a signed document to be officially his. Almost simultaneously with the signing of his fifth confidential document, the Church of Judgment began to take action.

Lodoron, the MI7 building, is a place that strikes fear into the hearts of the common people of the Kingdom of Dok. Most of the people working there are members of MI7, either directly subordinate to MI7 or related to it. Most of the officers of MI7 wear low-key black uniforms, so people mostly call them Black Ghosts.

Absolutely no one wants to get involved with them. Getting involved with them usually means you've been implicated in national security issues. They'll enthusiastically "invite" you into the building for tea. Of those who go in for tea, very few come back unscathed. Therefore, some people consider the MI7 building a hell of fear, a hell where ghosts and villains are imprisoned.

But at that moment, a group of people dressed even darker than them stormed into the building. They wore black robes that reached their feet, with hoods that covered their hair and bodies. The style was somewhere between a priest's robe and a military uniform, making it impossible to guess their identities.

The leader was an unusual woman. She wore a double-breasted black trench coat with a wide metal belt around her waist, half-gloves, and carried a black briefcase. She was a woman, yet taller than most men. As she walked, the sleeves and hem of her trench coat billowed behind her. Her expression was aloof, and the trench coat was adorned with ancient markings.

The sword, engraved with runes, pierced through the pillars of the scales. Three wings circled the scales from three sides, and the semi-transparent wings at the top hung in the sky like stars. This was the emblem of the Church of Judgment. No wonder she dared to barge into the MI7 building. She belonged to the Church of Judgment, possibly one of the oldest violent institutions in the world. The only thing that puzzled people was that she was clearly a member of the Church of Judgment, yet she was dressed in darker colors than the people from MI7.

She barged into the MI7 building and walked through the MI7 offices as if no one else was there, and no one dared to stop her.

It was a shocking scene. Officers from MI7, who usually walked in the shadows and were mostly involved in major events, were all gathered here. It turned out that they worked just like ordinary people. Some were scratching their heads at their desks, while others were chatting with coffee against the wall. The only difference was that they were wearing black military uniforms with MI7 epaulets on their shoulders.

But at this moment, they only watched her walk through the office, carrying a black briefcase, leading her entourage directly to the innermost desk. She placed the briefcase on the desk, took off her black gloves, and with two fingers painted with black nail polish, pushed a coin engraved with scales and a sword onto the desk, saying to the MI7 officer behind the desk:

"Are you the officer in charge of the government building case?"

Sitting behind the desk was a female officer, a rarity in MI7. MI7 was almost entirely a male-dominated department, and heaven knows how she got in. Intuition told me she must have something special, but she looked completely terrified. It seemed she had just been organizing the documents in her hands and only hurriedly stood up when she looked up and saw who it was.

“It’s me, my name is Jane…” The woman instinctively reached for her hand to shake hands, but the other person took Aaron’s file in their hand instead.

"According to the laws of the Kingdom of Dok, the Holy Covenant, and the confidentiality agreement signed by the King, all information about Aaron S. Brando will belong to the Church of Judgment. We will retrieve all files and materials of Aaron S. Brando and demand that you cease all subsequent investigations into Aaron S. Brando."

The demand was overwhelmingly assertive, yet delivered in an unquestionable tone. This was probably the first time MI7 had encountered such a situation. Jane glanced instinctively at her superior emerging from the office, and seeing him shake his head, she said, "Okay, the documents are all in the archives… As for the other documents…"

The woman didn't say much. The men in black robes behind her had already entered the archives and begun collecting files. Other men in black robes noticed the documents on the girl's desk. They clearly wouldn't overlook such details, standing like a high wall around Jane.

Jane hurriedly stood up, letting the man in black inspect her desk. She looked completely terrified, but no one noticed that as she hastily stood up, she secretly hid a stack of files behind her back…

*

Evening, Birmingham, Crystal Palace, in a black carriage.

Count Iron conducts his work in his carriage. Although he is sitting inside the carriage, the surroundings are spacious, like a mansion. Count Iron has no desire for luxurious decorations, but he requires the carriage to be absolutely quiet and stable. Therefore, the carriage is as heavy as a mansion on the ground, allowing him to sit inside as if he were in his own mansion, isolated from all outside disturbances.

The Count of Iron, pen in hand, continued writing tirelessly.

He was about to set off for Lodoren again, but this trip was different from the past. He wouldn't be back for a while, so he needed to take care of the important matters at hand before leaving, such as this letter. He ordered his steward not to disturb him unless it was something important.

At this moment, the important letter was halfway written, like a passionate piano piece about to reach its climax. Count Iron was completely absorbed, his pen seemingly an extension of his body, writing furiously at his desk. Just then, the car door opened, and the butler silently approached Count Iron, whispering in his ear:

"I just received news that Aaron has submitted his resignation to the government building."

With a sharp "sizzle," the pen stopped abruptly, like a piano piece abruptly ending at its climax. Count Iron stared in astonishment at the parchment pierced by the pen, watching the blue ink slowly seep into the paper. Although his face showed no abnormality, remaining calm and cold, the butler still saw a look of shock and loss of control in Count Iron's eyes.

"Okay, I understand." After a few seconds of pause, Earl Iron said in a completely indifferent tone.

Despite appearing calm, he put down the letter he was writing, stopped writing, and sat quietly in the carriage.

The secretary waited quietly outside the carriage. It was the busiest time of day on the street, nearing evening, and the dazzling Crystal Palace stood like a jewel, its brilliance illuminating passersby.

Everywhere was filled with lights and luxury cars. Concierges in gold sashes greeted guests on the street. Gentlemen and their ladies walked out of the cars hand in hand. The gentlemen were all dressed in understated suits, looking sharp and elegant, while the ladies wore flowing gowns that revealed smooth, jade-like shoulders and legs.

The carriage was parked next to the bustling street. At first, people were surprised by the huge carriage and wondered which important person it was, but soon the carriage blended into the street scene and became part of the street's landscape.

The secretary was quietly admiring the beautiful scenery on the street when, with a "click," the carriage door suddenly opened. To her surprise, she saw Earl Iron step down from the carriage, lean silently against it, and light a cigarette.

A banquet is being held here today, and it's said that even the princess will be attending. Most of the guests are local Birmingham celebrities, invited or attending the dinner on their own initiative.

The most eye-catching star of tonight's banquet was undoubtedly Simon Jagger, dressed in a black tailcoat, chatting and laughing among the crowd. In the distance, he noticed that his father's carriage door seemed to be open, watching them from afar. This was quite rare. Simon began to observe his surroundings discreetly, looking for Freya with his eyes.

Freya is the star of this banquet tonight. On the other hand, he wants to find out Aaron's whereabouts through Freya. Logically speaking, the trial of the Church of Judgment should have ended long ago, and Aaron should have appeared by now.

He quickly found Freya, who stood on the steps like a ray of light. She wore a floor-length white gauze dress and light gauze gloves, and her chestnut hair was softly draped behind her. She looked like a princess watching over a tower in a fairy tale. Many people were attracted to her at first sight and immediately guessed her identity, otherwise, noble young men would probably have come up to chat with her.

Freya is the star of tonight's banquet, but she's throwing a tantrum. That's why she's adopting the posture of a princess guarding the tower, leaning against the railing and refusing to leave. The real reason is that she doesn't want to go back to Lodoren with her father.

In her words, she felt that the air in Birmingham was fresh, while the air in Rhodoren was polluted. She had someone she liked in Birmingham, but not in Rhodoren, so this was the place that suited her. Besides, she hadn't recovered from the shock she suffered at the government building. In short, she hoped to recuperate in Birmingham for a while longer.

Simon knew the real reason she didn't want to go back to Lordoren. Freya's reluctance to go to school was only one of the reasons. Back in Lordoren, she would no longer receive princess-like treatment, and the teachers would discipline her strictly.

But that wasn't the real reason; it was because she didn't want to leave Aaron.

She didn't want to leave Aaron, even though she rarely saw him in Birmingham. In her words, Aaron was so unrestrained when she was around, what would happen if she wasn't?

Count Iron listened carefully to Freya's advice and decided to take her back that night. That's why Count Iron's carriage was parked on the side of the street, and Freya was caught in a standoff between her brother and her father.

Simon was chatting and laughing while secretly having a headache when a new situation arose. A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd, drawing everyone's attention to what was happening there. Even Freya subconsciously moved closer to her father, wondering what had happened.

Simon frowned. The Crystal Palace was guarded by guards and police, so how could anyone dare to cause trouble? Besides, he had the Crystal Palace to himself today, and even his Earl of Iron was here. They were practically half the owners of the Crystal Palace, so how could anyone dare to cause trouble at this time? What were the guards for?

Moreover, ever since the incident at the government building, they have been very vigilant, to the point of being somewhat neurotic, and have strengthened security in every aspect. Therefore, he is not worried, but he is dissatisfied with the guards' dereliction of duty.

He soon learned the reason: the troublemakers were a group of noble young men of high status, which was why the police and guards dared not stop them. Moreover, they were a group of superhumans, and seeing the astonishing beast-like appearance of some of them, the guards dared not stop them even more.

Chapter 185 New Identity

Simon was wondering who those extraordinary individuals were and how they dared to cause trouble here, but he was soon surprised to find that he actually knew them, and that they were quite famous.

Leading the way was Bowen Gardner, Sir John Gardner's eldest son, followed by Bertrand Wigram. They had met several times in the high-society circles of Rhodoron and were considered Simon's "friends" in Rhodoron. But Simon remembered that both of them had already taken up important positions in key departments in Rhodoron, so why were they in Birmingham?

What surprised Simon even more was their appearance. They were all injured, their beast-like bodies wrapped in bandages, their entire bodies bandaged. The worst off was Bowen, whose legs seemed to be broken. He was using crutches and dragging his feet forward almost entirely with his strong arms. Simon remembered that his blessing was that of a powerful centaur. How could his legs be injured? What could have caused his legs to be injured?

Bowen Gardner looked angry and resentful, his whole body radiating hostility. His servants chased after him, carrying clothes and bandages, while Bowen knocked the clothes over and pulled the bandages along as he walked.

Unintentionally, Bowen and Simon on the steps made eye contact. Simon nodded to Bowen. Since they were friends and belonged to the same circle, they should perform aristocratic etiquette.

But the moment Bowen met his gaze, a look of fear appeared on his face. Then, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes frantically searched for something around Simon, leaving Simon completely bewildered. What was with Bowen's ghostly expression? Was there something terrifying around him?