The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Jeremiah Goldbard, come here in compliance with His Highness's order."

From head to toe, this man named Jeremiah revealed the temperament of a traditional Breton soldier, with a burly figure, a stern appearance, meticulous attire, and absolute respect for the royal family.

As a man who advocates that the blood of Breton is the most noble blood in the world, he believes that the army of Breton, as the sword of the empire, should be composed entirely of people of pure holy British blood, and thus established the " Pureblood faction".

Whether it is the title of count of the frontier he owns or the ability he possesses as an officer, it is enough for this tough Britannian to remain calm under any circumstances.

But in fact, when he received the interview order, Jeremiah felt a little uneasy and apprehensive. Although he was proud of his background and ability, he also clearly understood that he had not received too much attention from the third prince. Much attention.

What's more, in this operation to suppress the riots, he had to give up Kightmare and leave the battlefield because of being plotted by terrorists.

Could it be that His Highness is dissatisfied with me? As some increasingly outrageous ideas appeared in Jeremiah's mind, his inner uneasiness began to spread rapidly like ink dripping in water.

Fortunately, Takeya, the pseudo-prince, did not have the evil intention to tease him: "Jeremiah, please get up."

"As ordered." Jeremiah stood up straight from the ground, waiting for Takeya's next words.

Judging from the first impression alone, this man named Jeremiah is indeed much stronger than the group of staff just now, including his confidant Bartley.

"I heard that you are the initiator of the Pure Blood Sect?" Wu Ye said nonchalantly as he looked at the other party.

"Yes." Jeremiah's expression became a little passionate as if he had received some kind of approval: "This subordinate believes that Numbers is not qualified to take part in this noble honor!"

Of course, the pure-blood faction established by Jeremiah did not simply hope to build an army with pure-bred Bretons. He was more repelling outsiders, such as the numbers in his mouth. Conscripts - A pejorative term for honorary Bretons.

"." Wu didn't feel anything about Jeremiah's declaration. Rather, he really didn't have much sense of belonging to this world that distorted history.

C.C. also asked if he would feel angry that after knowing the origin of the so-called District 11, after all, he is considered half aboriginal.

It's just that the witch seems to have made a mistake, not to mention the more terrifying worlds that Wu also experienced, just to say-

He is no longer human.

Since even the concept of race is different, there will naturally not be any sense of righteous indignation. This is cold-blooded, but it is true.

"I know what you're thinking."

Wu Ye did not express his agreement. If he had to say it, the idea of ​​the pure-blood faction is unrealistic. After all, if the army is really composed of imperial people, such casualties are simply not something the current empire can afford.

However, he was not interested in having an in-depth discussion with the other party on this issue. He simply handed over the army to him after agreeing with the talents recommended by C.C.

"Jeremiah, you will take over Bartley's work from now on."

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness! What is this?" Jeremiah's eyes widened, and a voice changed from being too surprised came out of his throat.

"I hope you can upgrade this chaotic colony to a safe zone, can you do it?"

As the leader of the pure-blood faction, Jeremiah has a certain reputation in the army, so it is not unacceptable for him to lead the army.

"yes your highness!"

The heavy military boots made a short but forceful sound on the ground. Jeremiah stood up straight, and loudly swore his loyalty to the prince: "We must be terrified! This subordinate must live up to His Highness's trust!"

The people around looked at this iron-blooded officer, and they saw excitement and pride from his face. They couldn't help showing envious expressions. No matter how His Highness noticed him, this guy named Jeremiah has already taken the position. It's a done deal.

Bartley on the other side was a little sad and ashamed. He would never blame the prince, and he would only reflect on his own incompetence as a loyal man.

However, he didn't know that Wu Ye just handed over the command of the army to Jeremiah, and didn't intend to pursue Bartley.

Besides, since we have made an appointment with C.C. not to use over-the-line means, then in the face of a war with a low chance of winning, if you change to a more reliable commander, even if you lose, you won't lose so much. awful.

In the next few days, Jeremiah really showed his hard power as a front-line commander, and various resistance forces were suppressed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In other words, the situation has returned to the one-sided suppression it once was, but this time the imperial army easily defeated the terrorists, although this is also a matter of course.

Looking at the reports submitted by Jeremiah in the past few days, Wu Ye only saw one piece of information, that is, Lelouch did exactly what C.C. said, and did not take any action.

With Lelouch immobile, the Empire replaced a commander with outstanding tactical and strategic abilities. One can only imagine what the fate of those who resisted would be.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

In the Governor's Mansion, Takeya and C.C. were killing time with the chessboard, waiting for news from Bartley. Another reason why Jeremiah was asked to take over the army was that he needed this subordinate who had studied the mysterious Code to replace him. Look for clues about the weapon of sin.

The waiting time is always boring and long. Thanks to the gift from the original prince, Wu Ye, who originally knew nothing about chess, is now able to play a few games with C.C.

After borrowing Clovis's identity, Takeru did not hang out at various dances like the original owner, nor did he continue his artistic creation. Now, news has leaked out of the Governor's Palace that C.C. is his lover.

Although he had read the prince's memory, things that he was not interested in could not interest him.

"Why didn't the emperor attack me directly? Isn't he looking for you?"

After dismissing his subordinates, only Takeya and C.C. were in the room. At this time, he could talk about these dangerous topics without hesitation.

"The third prince's 'incompetence' is well known, so when 'I' was in your hands, he knew it but was not in a hurry, because he was not ready at that time."

C.C. placed the chariot in front of the king and was about to win another game: "And now, 'I' have escaped from you, and he has no reason to deal with you."

"Speaking of which, the emperor's thoughts are quite interesting. A world without lies, a commonality of human consciousness? Or a collection?" After learning the thoughts of the emperor of this world from C.C., even he couldn't help but feel surprise.

"Do people living in the ordinary world really have such thoughts? Or is that emperor already beyond human beings?"

"Charles just wasn't bound by existing human common sense."

"Eh, really."

The chess piece he picked up did not fall for a long time. Wu Ye suddenly dropped the chess piece and said to C.C.: "Let's try it. Anyway, Bartley won't have any clues for a while. Let's see what the outcome will be. .”

C.C. said calmly: "I can't say anything. Playing online, you might not be able to survive even a month just relying on that 'orange'."

"Hey, that would be fun, wouldn't it?"