Carl walked in a cold sweat into another of Earl Kopin's small studies, where Kopin was waiting for him.
"Well?" Count Kopin asked with great interest as he held his pipe. Count Köping and Baron Karl's families were family friends, so the two of them had the deepest interactions among all the believers. Although Karl's title was not as high as Köping's, he was a powerful figure in the imperial bureaucracy and was in charge of one of the most powerful forces in the North Rhine region, so Count Köping had never treated Karl as a close friend, and he also had great trust in Karl's intelligence capabilities.
"It's Princess Iris." Carl told Earl Kopin as he wiped his cold sweat.
Count Kopin's face that was originally very curious instantly turned into a dumbfounded look: "The Emperor's youngest daughter? The royal family's taboo? Imperial Witch?"
Carl was so scared that he hurriedly made a gesture to lower his voice, and opened the door of the small study and looked around to make sure that no one was there before he came back in and closed the door again.
Count Kopin also covered his mouth and made an expression of fear.
Then both of them looked at me and I looked at you, and both of them couldn't help but laugh again.
These two were now both people who were sheltered by the Son of the Devil, and one of them was also the head of the biggest secret service in the North Rhine region, so there was absolutely no reason to be afraid of anyone hearing anything anymore.
"No wonder she appeared just after the master descended. It wouldn't be surprising if it was Her Highness Iris." Earl Kopin whispered.
"Yes, as Princess Iris, who has been obsessed with black magic since the age of seven, and by the age of twenty had already dismantled fifteen assassinations against His Majesty the Emperor all by herself, and who is privately referred to by the nation as the 'Imperial Sorceress,' she really is qualified to stand by her master's side!" Karl said with emotion.
"But how will we explain if the Emperor's side asks about it?" Earl Kopin asked.
Karl frowned and thought for a moment and said, "Don't bother for now. Because the princess is addicted to black magic, the relationship between His Majesty the Emperor and Princess Iris is rather tense, and the Emperor believes that being called 'Imperial Witch' by his subjects is a disgrace to the dignity of the royal family, so this nickname is strictly forbidden to be mentioned.
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Princess Iris herself doesn't bother appearing in royal-related occasions, so there are very few people who know her, and I happen to have seen Princess Iris's portrait in the internal intelligence."
"Moreover, there are some secret sources that say that the Princess's black magic has become extremely powerful, and that even her own family is afraid of her. The princess herself just now said that her family wouldn't pay any attention to her disappearance. It was probably not the first time that she had played disappear like this. The royal family would even cover up the news of the princess' disappearance. When time passes and the royal family asks me about it, I'll give them a reasonable explanation." Ko Ping listened to Carl's words and also felt a slight fear for the mysterious Princess Iris.
At this time the door of the small study was knocked gently, Karl opened the door and saw that it was Earl Kopin's butler. The butler said: "Two Lords, that lord has asked you two to meet in the parlour."
Karl and Kerpin looked at each other and didn't dare to be slow, rushed to the parlour together.
Sean sat on the sofa in the parlour and waited for Köping and Karl like the master of the place. Iris had gone to take a shower and change her clothes.
Seeing the two men arrive, Sean pointed to the opposite couch and said, "Sit."
Kopin and Carl bowed and thanked him, then sat on the couch across from Sean.
Sean said, "Go find a stage set designer and ..."
After hearing Sean's words, both Kirping and Carl gave a look of "this can be done".
Kerpin then showed a difficult expression and said, "This, isn't this too much for you."
Sean spread his hands and said, "It can't be helped, I don't want to be targeted by the church just after arriving here. Go and make the arrangements, I hope it's not too late. Depending on who the church is coming over this time, Karl can follow his network of connections to dig out the person delivering the message."
Kopin rushed off to make the arrangements for this, and Karl excused himself to arrange Sean's accommodation and bank deposit first.
Afterwards Sean sat alone in the back garden for a while, seemingly relaxed but in fact his mind had been calculating how to go out next.
These pseudo-servants are still very energetic and pious enough, but at the moment, apart from money and accommodation, they can't help Sean in any other aspect. Only Baron Karl, who was
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in charge of the intelligence department of a place, could be of some help to his future plans.
What gave Sean some headaches was Iris' arrangement. As a genuine demon servant, Iris was definitely not simple, and the status of her true identity was definitely not low, how he could get along with her and how much of his true colours he could expose to her were all things that made Sean torn.
But according to Sean's original conception, what he was going to do had a certain degree of difficulty and risk, with an extra helper like Iris, the difficulty and risk in the future would be much smaller.
His future opponent was a powerful organisation made up of the nine great families, both externally and internally, in order to dismantle them, he would need a strong force and strong funds. Now that Sean had his start-up capital, it wasn't difficult for him who knew the course of history to use money to generate money. And adding a strong force would require a lot of action.
Iris was hiding in the house after her bath not knowing what she was doing. Seeing her pale complexion means she rarely gets sunlight.
Unknowingly the time came to noon, Earl Kopin himself came to the garden to ask about lunch. Sean thought about it and said, "Set up a table in my bedroom and take the food there, I will eat there alone with Iris."
Kopin led the way. Sean thought to himself: "It's just depressing to have a bunch of people around the table watching you eat. That weird woman doesn't even care about what she eats, it's much more comfortable to eat with her, and Kopin's bedroom is big enough anyway."
Sean returned to the bedroom and saw that Eris was still sitting in the high-backed chair by the window looking out, only instead of the dirty white nightgown, she was wearing a lady's hunting outfit, with her hair tied up with a ribbon, revealing her pretty cheeks, making her whole appearance even more outstanding.
"Rather, I should thank the Demon King for assigning me an eye-catching assistant." Sean looked at Eris a few more times with an appreciative gaze.
"There is more and more earthly flavour in my lord's gaze." Iris smiled and turned her head to Sean.
Sean was slightly shocked in his heart, but smiled lightly on the surface: "Demons also have the right to appreciate beauty." The words secretly complimented Iris.
This time it was Iris's turn to smile faintly and said nothing. But Sean could feel that Iris did not feel elated at her own praise.
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"Eccentric woman." Sean belaboured in his mind.
This is the bedroom door was knocked, a few servants came in and set up a table, two velvet cushioned high back chairs at the appropriate place in the bedroom, and put the cutlery napkins tablecloths and so on neatly, and finally set a bouquet of flowers in the centre of the table.
As he watched the table gradually being set, Sean noticed a hint of genuine delight on Iris's face, as if seeing the table set in the house was much more pleasant to her than being praised for its beauty.
Soon after, two other servants brought in a cart filled with freshly prepared food. The servants divided the food into two portions, poured different drinks such as wine, champagne, and fruit juices on the trolley, saluted, and closed the door behind them.
"Please, Madam Butler." Sean pulled out a high-backed chair and made a "please" gesture to Iris.
For the first time, Iris showed a flicker of fluttering like a normal girl, bowed her head in thanks and took her seat.
Sean sat down across from her and looked at the food in front of him, it was a honey roasted chicken with a golden brown colour.
Sean grabbed the roasted chicken with his hand, tore off the thigh and nibbled on it with his hand.
The opposite side of Iris saw Sean like this, his eyes lit up, also followed Sean's example and grabbed the roasted chicken with his hands and gnawed on it.
The two didn't say anything to anyone, concentrating on the food in front of them, casually but methodically, as if there was no one else sitting across from them, only themselves eating.
Until the wine was full, Sean took a sip of champagne, wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, and said to Iris, who was eating her dessert, "In a land in the East, that's what people would say in a situation like this:We've found the right way to open a meal. I should thank you, Iris."
Iris nods : "I am honoured, my lord."
Sean says: "Call me Franz from now on."
Iris was silent for a couple of seconds and said, "Thankfully my name isn't Sissy."
Sean froze, not that he didn't get the stunt, but he didn't expect Iris to joke about it.
"As a demon living in hell, it seems like I should not get your jokes. But it's actually the opposite."
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Sean smiled.
Instead of going on, Iris glanced in the direction of the manor's gate and said, "Here it comes."
Sean didn't get it and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Trouble seekers are coming." Eris continued.
Shawn's mind turned to who was coming and he stood up and said, "I'll go out and see."
Iris didn't say or move again.
Sean walked to the gate of the mansion and saw Earl Kopin already waiting there, seeing Sean come out, he went up and whispered: "It's already done according to your order, please condescend for a moment in a while."
Sean nodded slightly.
While Kopin was talking, a carriage with the badge of the Archbishop of Cologne on the outside pulled up in front of the mansion, and a man came down from the carriage, an easy-going-faced priest in his fifties.
"A person? Looks like he doesn't want to tear his face off right away." Sean thought to himself. By this time, he had already stood behind Earl Kopin, his aura reduced and reduced, and had become an ordinary blonde young man from the outside.
"Are you the son of the devil?" That priest smiled, but ignored Count Kopin and looked directly at Sean and said.