When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#578 - Carrie?!

"Nice decoration." Standing in front of the cabinet, Moliatti's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room.

Hohn poked his head out from Moliatti's shoulder to see what she was talking about: "Haha, it's all those wizards messing around. I only told them to preserve it, but I didn't expect them to preserve it like this."

The decoration Moliatti was referring to was a crystal glass jar filled with a translucent, fluorescent green liquid. Floating in the liquid was Prince Condé's head.

Hohn's original intention was to have them pickle it with lime to prevent it from molding and rotting, as it had to be displayed in Feiliu Fort to deter local forces.

But these wizards didn't know what was wrong with them and came up with this thing. What kind of shape is this?

Anyone who didn't know better would think Hohn wanted to collect it and slowly savor it.

"Since you have his head, can I have Prince Condé's body?" Moliatti casually picked a chair, reaching out with her left arm to drag it, but grabbed empty air.

Seeing Moliatti in a daze, Hohn immediately reached out and pulled the chair out himself: "Please sit down."

Moliatti sat down as a matter of course, and Pettier, Armand, and others subconsciously stood up.

Thus, in this small house, only this pair of Thousand River Valley gems could sit.

Sitting opposite Moliatti, Hohn had to look up slightly to meet the duchess's eyes.

Damn it, is there something wrong with the water in Thousand River Valley? Why are the women here so tall?

He drank a lot of Nauan River water too!

The duchess in front of him was wearing a silk black robe, her hair tied up, covered with a sky-blue lady's bonnet with tassels, and a new mask on her face.

The mask looked like a carved statue, cold and emotionless.

Her whole body was covered by the robe, but the water-like silk could vaguely outline her general figure. Her bandaged left wrist rested on her plump thigh, still faintly oozing blood.

Hohn, sitting directly opposite Moliatti, could clearly see from her protruding chest to her flat abdomen.

But the people around him didn't have this thought. They vigilantly stared at the grand duchess, afraid that she would suddenly cause trouble.

Although they wouldn't kill His Majesty, it was still possible that they might embarrass His Majesty and humiliate him.

"If you want Prince Condé's body, of course, you can have it." Hohn scratched his head and said awkwardly, "But, his body was dismembered by angry soldiers, it's tattered, is that okay too?"

"That's even better, I want the battle damage." Moliatti shrugged indifferently, "I want to take his body to commemorate my uncle, just like you are going to take Prince Condé's head to commemorate that old Knight Danji."

Hohn's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "It seems that Your Grace has done a lot of research on our Salvation Army."

Moliatti shook her head: "You don't have to treat me as an enemy. In fact, I built a tomb for this old knight on the edge of the High Platform Mountains and sent someone to guard the tomb. Even the decree has not been destroyed, and it is now covered with flowers."

Hohn didn't speak, but stared at Moliatti for a long time before slowly exhaling: "I see your sincerity, thank you for everything you have done."

Hearing Hohn's words, Moliatti chuckled twice behind the mask: "Why be so estranged? People call us the Twin璧of the Empire, we should unite. In the future Thousand River Valley, we will definitely share power together, why not just call me by my name?"

Although Hohn is very realistic in his actions, the idealism within the Salvation Army is quite strong, otherwise, the morale would not be so high.

Several legion scribes felt uncomfortable and contemptuous of Moliatti's overly realistic style of always mentioning "power" and "profit."

"…………"

Faced with Moliatti's statement, Hohn didn't speak, because he felt that under the table, the duchess seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally rubbing his calf with her fair, bare feet.

When did she take off her shoes? And what does this mean?

This is Duchess Hema Stone, what is this iron-blooded grand duchess doing? He's not particularly handsome, what is she doing?

Or is this just a coincidence?

"Cough." After a cough, pretending to sit up straight, Hohn withdrew his leg from under the table, "Of course, Moliatti, your proposal is very good, I believe this is a good icebreaker."

Moliatti's smiling voice came from behind the iron mask: "My visit this time is to hope that you can understand that I have no malice towards the Salvation Army. From the current situation, it is best for both of us not to argue anymore."

"I agree, seeking common ground while reserving differences is a good way. Everyone is for Thousand River Valley, establishing a coalition government, or other models, we can always find a way to satisfy most people."

Seeing that the conversation was on track, Hohn finally breathed a sigh of relief. This duchess always came up with something unexpected, making it difficult for him to figure out her path.

"Actually, the best way is for you to marry me. The two sides form a joint rule, and our next generation can inherit the entire Thousand River Valley, how wonderful."

As soon as Moliatti said this, a series of coughs quickly came from the room.

The original smile solidified on his face, and Hohn once again didn't know what to answer for a moment.

Although this seems like a feasible plan, but, but... how does it seem really feasible... but Jeanne and Carrie probably won't agree.

Seeing Hohn not answering but just smiling, Moliatti didn't press him.

She changed her posture, sitting sideways on the chair, scanning the several legion scribes looking for: "Where is that witch lady? And where is Catherine? Why didn't I see them? I still want to visit them."

Seeing Moliatti change the subject, Hohn quickly explained: "Jeanne and Catherine are too tired, they have already fallen asleep."

"Okay." Moliatti nodded, "It seems I came at a bad time today, or I'll come to visit again in a few days."

"You are welcome to come at any time." Seeing that he could send this plague god away, Hohn breathed a sigh of relief, not that he was afraid of this duchess.

It was strange, he always felt uncomfortable in front of this duchess, especially this atmosphere, it didn't seem like two supreme leaders of the rebel army were talking.

Something was weird.

"Before leaving, I have one more thing I hope to communicate with you about."

"What is it?"

"Should these people go out?"

"They are all trustworthy people."

"What I want to say is about the Roan Party and a certain white-haired witch, it's not good for them to hear it."

Pettier didn't understand why, but Armand had already stood up and grabbed several legion scribes: "Since it's a confidential matter, then we shouldn't listen, let's go, let's go."

The wooden door slowly closed, and just in case, Hohn didn't close the latch.

Turning his head, Hohn didn't leave the door very far, but turned around with a smile: "Now, you can say..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hohn saw a shadow blocking the candlelight. The next second, his waist was hugged, and the back of his head was held by a hand.

Before he could speak, two soft things were pressed against his lips.

The faint scent of forget-me-nots flowed from Moliatti's hair and mouth into Hohn's nose and mouth, and two warm ██ were pressed against the position of his collarbone.

Hohn thought that with Moliatti's personality, it was very likely to be detrimental to him.

He thought of using force to coerce and hold hostages, but he never expected that her method would be to force herself on him or use seduction.

She's sticking her tongue out?! She's still touching his ██?!

How is the touch on the neck so familiar?

"啵——"

After a suffocating time, a thin thread stretched from between the two people's lips.

Brushing back the scattered white hair on her temples, Moliatti took a step back, her red eyes flickering: "Long time no see, Papa."

Hohn blinked, looking at Moliatti in front of him who had taken off her mask:

"Carrie?!"