The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Because the human brain has a vast subconscious in addition to the conscious mind, managing all organs and perceiving all nerves.

Roger's is an uncontrolled broadcast of inner thoughts, and the passive thoughts of the autonomic nervous system, though not as large and loud as the main thought, will also be broadcast along with it.

So in normal thinking, there are always interspersed background noises like "the intestines are feeling a lot of pressure," "a certain muscle in the leg is about to cramp," "my forearm is suddenly itchy," and "ah, I can't hold down the gun."

The effect of the Mind Thorns Meditation is to add a cover to Roger's sea of consciousness, originally intended to filter out harmful external information, such as other people's mind-reading.

However, it does not prevent Roger's own broadcast of inner thoughts, which will still be captured by the Night Empress's special talent.

Of course, having an extra layer of cover on the sea surface will definitely have some effect; some small waves will not be visible.

This effect is like Roger used to call at the train station with a lot of background noise.

The Night Empress had to concentrate to hear what he was thinking.

But now Roger's little speaker has been upgraded, and the background noise has been filtered out by the Mind Thorns Meditation cover, so the final output of inner thoughts is quite clear and pure.

It's like a street singer suddenly entering a recording studio!

As a result, it is naturally easier for the Night Empress to hear his inner thoughts.

Especially when I think of this little pufferfish swelling up when he has mastered this skill, believing that he will never be afraid of mind reading again.

But he doesn't know that he is doing regional broadcasting...

Who cares about reading your mind? Even if you have a lot of magic power, you can't waste it like that!

This is so counterproductive; it's no wonder I haven't received professional training~

The Night Empress poked Roger, who was in a downtime state, with a grievance: "Roger, my dear minister~"

"Your Majesty, please speak," Roger responded with dull eyes.

"Um, give me a minute; I'll go brush up on my expression management."

With a soft "poof," the Night Empress teleported away from him and returned to Maple Spirit Moon Shadow Palace.

Roger: I'm falling! Why tell me if you're laughing?

He sat on the Empress's swing, feeling hopeless.

I'm tired, I don't love it, let's destroy it!

I knew I shouldn't have played this girly game of finding my maiden heart with this slag Empress...

Until now, I seem to constantly hear the Night Empress's soft laughter in my ears.

He knew that at this distance, he couldn't hear the sounds inside Maple Spirit Moon Shadow Palace, but his mind would automatically fill in the blanks.

This slag Empress is becoming more and more unscrupulous and annoying!

Have I lost all face this time?

A minute later, the Night Empress teleported back, sat next to Roger, and swung with him.

She asked seriously, "Roger, my dear minister, your Mind Thorns Meditation is not practiced properly; do you need me to give you some pointers?"

Roger jumped off the swing in a huff and said angrily, "Your Majesty, the military is still in a meeting; I have to go back."

The Night Empress waved her hand, signaling him to go.

Anyway, I'm going to invite a foreign guest to visit in a while.

The Night Empress summoned the Eris Worm and projected Old Joseph, wearing a pure white female priest's robe.

When Old Joseph saw the Night Empress, he gritted his teeth: "What else do you want from me, woman?"

In order to increase the fun of the magician camp, the Night Empress designed several beautiful women's outfits for Old Joseph, and even special female roles and matching seduction skills.

However, this magician camp is transformed from the Mind Demon Realm. Every death is extremely painful, and there is a risk of being completely lost in it.

Even if Old Joseph is ashamed, he will have to make good use of his skill set and try to survive.

He still believes that the Seven Gods will win. As long as he can survive, he will be rescued after the Goddess of War defeats the Night Empress.

So even if there is humiliation like cross-dressing and transformation, he can endure it!

Anyway, I've already been a princess, played green tea tricks, and there's nothing unacceptable about being a female boss...

But I've already resigned myself to fate, and the Night Empress still won't let me go. She keeps grabbing me out; will it ever end?

The Night Empress said with a smile, "Knowing that Mr. Joseph has always cared about the orc tribe, I'll take you to see the progress of the integration."

Old Joseph's face changed drastically: "I don't want to; I'd rather go back to being a boss!"

The Night Empress teleported directly with his projection: "I'm just giving you a notice, not letting you choose."

The Night Empress appeared silently in the military conference room, hiding her figure.

And Old Joseph was just a projection based on the Eris Worm. If the Night Empress doesn't let him appear, no one can see him.

……

……

When Roger returned to the military, his expression had basically returned to normal.

He was inexplicably ridiculed by the Night Empress, but thinking about the woman's terrifying strength, her understanding of magic and skills must be far beyond his level.

When the gap is too large, everyone's perspective on problems will naturally be different.

Therefore, her suggestions are not of reference value.

If she disdains skills like Mind Thorns Meditation, let her disdain it. He decisively rejected her initiative to guide Roger.

I can't afford to offend her; can't I hide?

Just assume she's mocking the system classmate for being too useless, urging the system classmate to work harder, open up more useful rewards, and help me defeat this slag Empress and then mock her back!

So, you have to support me, system. Please strengthen me more, greatly, and without any pity!

He returned to the military, and afternoon tea time was over. Everyone continued the meeting.

After two days of discussion, Roger, Margaret, Tasika, and the military's staff worked together to create a "Five-Year Development Plan for the Orc Kingdom" that combined the current situation of the Kambu Sak Desert.

This plan involves military, economic, and internal affairs.

This speed can be described as miraculous. The military did not make any difficulties or shirk responsibilities, and actively cooperated.

This is definitely a manifestation of Margaret's ability and control.

The Night Empress and Old Joseph witnessed this process from the side.

"Mr. Joseph, do you have anything to add regarding the integration movement of the Orc Kingdom?" The Night Empress asked Old Joseph.

"Humph!" Old Joseph turned his face away angrily.

You didn't kill me, just to wait for this moment to punish my heart, right?

Good for you, Tasika. You used to be so stubborn, but you learned to cooperate with the Empire?

But...it seems like I taught you that?

Okay, never mind.

Here, the Night Empress raised her slender finger, and Old Joseph's face was forcibly turned back by magical power.

The Empress said softly, "Mr. Joseph, you're not unhappy, are you? This is the prosperity you wished for. You're not disappointed, are you? Don't worry. I believe Tasika will inherit your legacy and, with the help of the Empire, build a united, unified, stable, and powerful Orc Kingdom!"

If Old Joseph was in his real body at this time, he might have suffered from acute illnesses such as high blood pressure, heart disease, and cerebral infarction.

But now he is just a soul, completely controlled by the Eris Worm.

No matter how angry he is, he won't faint.

He watched Tasika and the Green Vine Empire's military reach the final treaty and couldn't help but admire, "I must admit that I underestimated Your Majesty before. I used to think that the Seven Gods would win without a doubt, but now it seems that you also have a 1% chance of winning."

His mentality is a bit broken, but he has not given up resisting. In fact, he is still mocking.

After spending these two days together, Old Joseph found that the Night Empress was not only stronger than rumored, but also had a considerable level of tactical and strategic vision, and was by no means just a reckless barbarian.

An old schemer like him would not easily have emotions. Only calmness can make the most correct judgments and become the one who laughs last.

But this Night Empress is no worse than his little bitch goddess. She can always stab him in the most uncomfortable spot, tear open a wound and bleed him profusely, which is very hateful.

"1% is not bad. The breakthrough from zero to one should be the most difficult, right?" The Night Empress asked with a smile but not a smile.

Old Joseph nodded: "It is indeed the most difficult step, but unfortunately you don't have much time left."

"It doesn't matter. I will try my best. Maybe I can create a Green Vine speed and amaze the Seven Gods a little."

Old Joseph stared at her, silent for a long time, and asked curiously, "If I'm not mistaken, many strategies are not your style."

The Night Empress pointed to Roger: "No, it's his ghost idea. It was his suggestion not to rescue Ashford City, it was him who saved me from the Mind Demon Realm, it was him who wanted to build the Orc Kingdom... Oh, by the way, it was him who ambushed Joseph!"

Anyway, Roger has long been registered with the Goddess of War, and it doesn't matter even if Old Joseph has a way to report the news, so the Night Empress counted these "achievements" one by one.

Old Joseph went from accident to anger to quite calm: "Listening to Your Majesty's tone, it seems that you are over-trusting a minister. Don't think that you have read "The Tale of Tyberia" and are confident that you can completely control a man with that little beauty."

"Oh, can I understand this sentence as sowing discord?" The Night Empress asked back.

Old Joseph shook his head: "No, it's just that as a man, I understand men better. Showing people with color will eventually have its limits."

"Oh, is it like you and the Goddess of War?" The Night Empress smiled.

After she caught Old Joseph, she knew that he wrote "The Tale of Tyberia".

And it was obviously with a certain retaliatory mentality that he revealed what Tyberia had done.

The corner of Old Joseph's mouth twitched: "You only think about using others, you will be punished."

"He is different from you, I am different from Tyberia, and the relationship between me and him is also different from you."

The Night Empress thought about it very seriously and confidently raised her head, "We first have the same ideals and cooperate to build a country that has never existed in this world before, and then there is the relationship behind... Of course, I will definitely be on top in the end."

"Ideals? Such ethereal things." Old Joseph scoffed.

"That's because you and your gods are too dirty." The Night Empress looked at him proudly, with bright light in her eyes, "High Priest, please witness the Empire stepping on the Seven Gods, please look forward to the day when the ideals of mortals override the will of the gods... The Empire's military medal also has a share of you, the accompanying trainer!"

She summoned the Eris Worm to send Old Joseph back.

"Wait!" Old Joseph called out.

"What's the matter?"

"Add shooting proficiency skills to me. I suddenly think your 'ideals' seem very interesting. Let me help the Empire's magicians learn more about the dangers of this world!"

The Night Empress was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "You are really an... interesting old thing!"

Pray for the little guys who will enter the magician camp in the future for three seconds.

Take a day off

A stupid author first committed the sin of laziness, too lazy to cut the chicken thighs and put them directly into the pot.

Then he committed the sin of arrogance, and when he found that it was not cooked, he thought his stomach could handle it.

Then he committed the sin of greed and made an iced watermelon at night.

Now, this stupid author got up in the middle of the night with diarrhea, and after dawn, he wanted to diarrhea but couldn't, and his stomach hurt so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

I went to the hospital and found out that I had acute gastroenteritis and a slight fever.

Anyway, I won't say who this author is, you guess.

Finally, this book will take a day off.

Chapter 101: Am I the clown?

Old Joseph is not a person who can't afford to lose.

If his strength is insufficient and he is a few moves short, he can actually accept the situation where he is now involuntarily after spending some time thinking about it.

Anyway, it's just going from one place to squat in prison to another place to squat in prison.

It's very lonely in Conqueror's Canyon, but there are people here to play with you!

But the Night Empress jumping on her face to mock him is too inhuman...

This is probably a local tyrant player who crushes himself by several versions, and also posts pictures in the group saying that he got the limited pool in one shot.

He is both krypton and European, so you say, are you angry? You leave a way for people to live?

Don't say it, don't say it, I know your Roger is strong to the sky, and you will still be punished if you post it again!