A foreigner's journey

As she walked along the corridor of the Knight's Palace, Mirette glanced at Solon's back from time to time, and then she kept her head down and counted the floor tiles as she walked.

Before leaving, Cai Pacha's commander-in-chief warned her that she should always pay attention to her words and deeds when facing the God-Slayer. Most of the God-Slayers behaved erratically and it was difficult to reason with common sense.

Take Vauban, the wolf king who has dominated the world for more than three hundred years, as an example. When you talk to him, you are likely to offend him because of the improper use of a certain word. Then what is waiting for you is to turn into a pillar of salt, and you belong. The forces were either destroyed by storm and fire, or slaughtered by countless giant wolves.

Before arriving, Mirette had been mentally prepared. Even if she risked her life, she would try to persuade King Heather to take Peru under his command to avoid Peru being destroyed by the summoning ceremony of the God of Disobedience.

Following Solon through three corridors and two halls, the two stopped in front of a luxurious and huge door.

Solon knocked lightly on the door: "King, Miss Figuro is here."

Squeak——! The door opened slowly, and Solon stood outside the door and signaled that Mirette could go in.

Mireite calmed down and walked into the room.

This is a very large hall with a simple and beautiful dark blue and gold decoration style. Except for the surrounding bookshelves filled with books on mythology, there was only a desk at the end of the room and a swivel chair with its back to the door. A very beautiful young maid was standing beside the swivel chair.

Seeing Mirette standing there blankly, the maid frowned slightly, leaned over and whispered to the person sitting on the swivel chair: "King, you have been brought here, I will take my leave first."

Is that King Heather? Mirette was startled and quickly looked over to the swivel chair, but the wide back of the chair and the desk blocked almost all her sight. She could only vaguely see the palms resting on the armrests.

The person sitting on the chair raised his finger at the maid, who came closer and took something away.

Is it a divine tool? Or the verdict announcing the death of Peru? Mirette didn't see clearly what the maid was holding, but she vaguely seemed to see a packaging bag? Is it still printed with Lay’s?

With a helpless expression on her face, the maid hid the packaging bag behind her back, bowed slightly to Mirette with a cold expression, then left the living room gracefully and closed the door behind her.

For a while, only Mirette and Wang, who was sitting on the transfer, were left in the hall.

Mirette was so nervous that she tangled her hands in front of her and kept fiddling with her fingers. She was a very good magician, so she could naturally feel the flow and strength of the spell.

In her perception, the nearly substantial spell power was slowly rotating like a huge and sticky vortex, and the center of the vortex was the person sitting on the swivel chair behind the desk.

Da, da, da... His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the swivel chair, and the slightly dull sound reached Mirette's ears one after another.

The swivel chair slowly turned around, and only then did Mirette truly see the king's face.

How handsome! Mirette dared to say that she had never seen anyone as handsome as the man in front of her. Just looking at it made Mirette feel a little dizzy and weak on her feet.

After being stunned for a moment, Mirette forced herself to come back to her senses. She immediately knelt down on one knee and did not dare to raise her head: "My lord, Mirette Figuro, I have an audience with the king!"

Heather sat lazily on the swivel chair with her legs crossed, and gently hooked her fingers: "Raise your head."

Mirette suddenly felt the air condense into a hand lifting her chin, and was forced to look at Heather.

Seeing Mirette's appearance clearly, Heather couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

What are you doing? If Cristiana Yeri's heterotopia isn't enough, here's Milett Figueroa? And even the names are the same!

They were all Peruvian, with the same build, appearance, and name. It was hard for Heather to believe that this was not some malicious coincidence.

Thinking of this, Heather became a little interested. He put one hand on his chin and looked at Mirette with interest: "So, Sir Mirette, why do you come to see me?"

Under his deliberate operation, the magic power and thought energy mixed together to form almost substantial tentacles, releasing strong malice.

Mirette's face turned pale, and she could hardly control her body's trembling, but she still insisted on answering: "Back to the king, I represent the Peruvian magic community this time, and I hope to show our loyalty to the king. I look forward to joining the king’s service.”

"Hmm... Sir Mirette, which side do you think is stronger, Caipacha or the Japanese Official History Compilation Committee? Which side can provide me with greater assistance?"

Hearing Heather's question, Mirette almost blurted out, 'Of course it's our Caipacha'. But seeing Heather's ruthless black eyes, Mirette suddenly shuddered and answered with difficulty:

"...I believe that the Japanese Official History Compilation Committee is much stronger than Caipacha."

"Then, Sir Mirette, why didn't I choose the official history compilation committee but you Caipacha?"

Heather showed a malicious smile and tapped the armrest of the swivel chair with her fingers:

"What conditions can you offer to save Peru from the ravages of the summoning ceremony of the God of Disobedience in three months?"

Mirette's eyes were red and she almost cried: "...King, King, we are really willing to serve you wholeheartedly, without any lies! You can let the Greek magicians explore my memory and dig out It doesn’t matter if I use my brain to study it, my memory will definitely prove our sincerity..."

Before she could finish her sad words, she was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

"Pfft, hahaha! Sorry, sorry, although it's very tasteless to tease you, but your expression is so funny, hahaha!"

Heather laughed, and the overwhelming sense of malice and oppression in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the light reflected through the window into the living room again.

"Get up quickly, what do you mean by crying?"

Heather hooked her fingers, and Mirette was immediately dragged up by a whirlwind and stood in place involuntarily. Tears were still streaming from the corners of her eyes, and she was stunned and didn't know what happened.

King, isn't the king angry? Am I not dead yet?

I saw Heather clapped her hands twice, and the door was immediately pushed open. The beautiful maid walked into the living room with a heroic step that did not match her dress: "King, did you call me?"

"Liz, give me back the potato chips...oh, that's it, you're so considerate."

Taking the potato chip bag from Christina, Heather lazily picked up the potato chips and threw them into her mouth while saying vaguely:

"Don't be too formal, Sir Mirette. Since I chose you instead of Liancheng Amber, I have sent a signal to the outside world. The one who has a headache now is not you Peru, but Japan."

Mirette's little mind also came back to her senses at this time. Wang was just joking with himself just now, Peru is safe for the time being!

She quickly cheered up: "King, what do you need us to do? Everyone in the Peruvian magic community will do their best to execute your order perfectly."

"Is it~~~? This is what you said."

Heather twirled her fingers, crumpled the empty potato chip bag into a ball and threw it to Christina, then stood up from the chair and walked to Mirette, saying word by word:

"Then, please help me bring the entire South American magic world under my command. This is equivalent to an entry test for you, so you must seize the opportunity."