The heavy government affairs cannot plague Salomon's life, at least not yet.

He sent all the guards out, leaving only Hammurabi and Amon, who were responsible for personal protection. The two guards holding shields and giant swords participated in all the security arranged by the sisters for the manor, and retained their status as the fast response force of the manor, responsible for guarding and maintaining the emergency evacuation device of the manor.

Of course, not all estate residents welcome the Imperial Guards.

At first, the two sheep raised by the emperor were very afraid of these two giants, but as time went by, the sheep chose to attack on the patrol route of the Imperial Guard and use their heads to push their leg armor. Although the bear cubs were naughty, they were very clever to not provoke the Imperial Guard. They used the carnivorous thinking and improved brain capacity to infer that the Imperial Guard's identity was actually a creature at the top of the biological chain. It was biological instinct to seek profit and avoid harm, even brown bear cubs, and they would not provoke the Imperial Guard like those stupid sheep; except for the horses in the horse shed that welcomed them because Hammurabi and Amon had the ability to take care of horses, there were not many animals who liked the Imperial Guard, and the two Imperial Guards did not understand why the emperor raised so many animals in the manor.

The owner of the manor does not have some kind of paranoia of being killed. He just knows how sinister the world is. Otherwise, he would not agree to the sisters' application to install mines and underwater sensors, nor would he stuff the manor with hidden anti-aircraft artillery and anti-aircraft missiles. When necessary, the manor can still launch a ballistic missile underground, but because the launch of the ballistic missile is actually in the clearing ground in the forest behind the manor, using grass and trees as camouflage, this gives Beyonita a

Some were angry - as a British prime minister who did not want to be named said, Britain seemed to be just a missile launching platform for the United States. This description is extremely accurate - for the emperor, Britain's role is also a missile launching platform. After all, the strategic geographical location of the British Isles is really suitable for the current Balkan Federation, and the close attitudes and contradictions between the United Kingdom of Britain and the politics of the continental European countries are also political topics that can be used.

As an agreement between the Secret Mage and the Witch, political issues cannot enter the manor.

As early as when she bought the manor and looked at the blueprint, Beyonetta knew Salomon's plan. Although she thought that the most beautiful scenery and picnic sacred place in the manor would be destroyed one day, Beyonetta was in a bad mood, but a few days later she tried her best to put this matter behind her. After all, the function of the ballistic missile was also to protect the safety of the witch and the manor. Her partner paid a lot to ensure the normal family life she wanted, and there was no need to make a fuss about it. That was not the way Rosa taught her to catch her partner.

She and Salomon sat on the sofa in the small living room. They were wrapped in blankets, watching TV in unison, and saying silly words. Such sweet moments were extremely rare. Beyonetta would sometimes deliberately rub his thighs, or whisper in his ear, and then watch Salomon's face flushed and his breathing was heavy because of her movements. She was happy with this behavior until Salomon picked her up from the sofa and sat on her thighs, kissed her just washed body, and started another joy.

"Joan of Arc is coming back." The messy hair was stuck to the black-haired witch's cheeks by thin sweat. The cold air exhaled from the air conditioner could not slow down the hot breath. The sweat flowed down the smooth spine. Beyonita said breathlessly, "Maybe she will shoot after she comes back."

"I don't mind her joining," Salomon said with a smile. "Let's spend dinner here."

Milia didn't see her adoptive parents all night. It was not until the breakfast table the next morning that she saw her adoptive father and two adoptive mothers with red faces waiting for her. She jumped onto the dining chair and then threw herself into her adoptive father's arms. Then she smelled her adoptive mother's scent. But at this time she couldn't understand what this meant, but asked if Salomon could play swordsmanship with her even after get off work.

"Of course, of course, my little princess." Salomon picked up Milia and kissed her, putting her back in her seat. The Cheshire Cat was extremely responsible and followed the girl around the manor. It was not until Milia met Salomon that it was at ease to enjoy the tuna fish mud prepared by Dinah for it. "But if you can't eat more, the game can't continue." Salomon said to the girl, "I know you don't like broccoli, but you have to eat some of this when eating meat, which can make you strong and healthy."

Joan of Arc wrinkled his nose and scratched the knife repeatedly on the plate.

"Don't make noise. Milia is not your competitor!" Beyonetta rolled her eyes at her colleagues, "Be careful of the female spy, female archaeologist, and the Hydra woman. The women of the Malik family can burn people when they look at him."

"My curse skills are not unfamiliar yet. I am not worried about this. I want to turn the assets-invading person into pigs!" The white-haired witch raised her chin. What she said was a very famous European curse, which originated from a medieval European story. The content was that the witch turned young hunters into wild boars, including moonlight, mistletoe and potions. However, the magic of the witch clan is not that troublesome. Their curse skills are quite powerful. They will not need to be prepared for several months like rural witches, and they will be caught and burned by mortals.

"Is that so? So who shot everywhere because she didn't participate in the game in advance?"

Joan Ar lowered his head again and pretended not to hear it. She would never admit that breaking the expensive rose window. Even if the bullets did fly out of her gun, even if Beyonetta and Salomon saw her shoot and smashing the four hundred years-old rose window in the living room, Joan Ar would never admit that. If Salomon had not cast a spell to catch her, she would probably run away like a cat who had done something bad.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Salomon did not hear the conversation between the witches. Although the confidential magic they used was not such a profound spell, for him. If it was to crack it, it was just a small task, but he still did not do so. While watching Milia stuffing salted rice rolls into her mouth with a bitter face, he watched the two witches whispering and whispering, and threw an intriguing look at him from time to time. He didn't think much about it. After all, after breakfast he had to end his vacation and go to the royal city to take charge. Now the Regent Victor von Dum had only the only requirement for him to appear publicly to ensure that the whole world knew that he was healthy. If possible, the Regent also hoped that he would appear in a city in other countries publicly as a strategic deterrent or friendly exchange.

But he wouldn't do that today.
Chapter completed!