"If you really want it, fine, I'll give you this seat in a few days."

"How can you not rebel?"

Brenton: "I'll have to think about it."

Baron Moreau relaxed completely. "Then think about it."

Ivita noticed that the maid behind her left the door and looked at them with a speechless expression.

She yawned, sat casually on a stool, and looked at them as if she were watching a farce.

At this moment, Iveta suddenly rushed towards the baron, hoping to launch a surprise attack while the enemy didn't know what he was going to do. "No, we are going to hold you hostage and make you say in front of the people outside that you should give way to cloth."

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Brenton also rushed forward instinctively, and everyone else rushed forward at this moment.

The original maid wanted to stand up, but it was too late. Then she thought about the Baron's strength compared with that of a group of explorers.

She sat back again.

In her eyes, this has completely become a child's farce.

An unrealistic rebel fantasy.
Chapter completed!