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The wine, resembling a starry sky, seemed to rise up, sparkling brilliantly.
"It's an honor to be able to hold this banquet with everyone to commemorate our hard work over this period of time." Keva Miller's usually expressionless face tried hard to put on a smile, and she was very serious.
“I know that I am not a qualified leader, nor a good prince.”
"Many people present are more qualified than I am to take my place and honor."
"But I also know why everyone put me in this position and is willing to regard someone with no leadership skills as a leader."
"Because everyone has always trusted me, that's all."
"Therefore, I do not want to betray everyone's trust, nor do I want to become a so-called idol... So please entrust tomorrow to me with peace of mind, even if it is only this once."
Keva Miller glanced around and spoke in an unquestionable tone.
"I will surely win tomorrow and reclaim the future from our hands!"
"To victory, to everyone, cheers!"
"cheers!"
The other witches raised their glasses and shouted enthusiastically. At this moment, they were united as never before, like a newly formed steel block forged in a raging fire.
Under the bright white light, she smiled radiantly.
As Jiang Kehan witnessed this scene, she noticed Theresa's somewhat mysterious and frivolous smile.
Eva's smile was slightly serious, but a hint of worry was also visible.
There's also the Dragon Queen, and many more witches, each with their own thoughts and smiles.
Yes, how can a mascot with only power, like a god, become a leader?
Trust is both support and poison, subtly restricting Keva Miller's behavior and forcing her to suppress her own voice.
Only in this way can this trust be maintained, and everyone can continue to stay in the family called Fran, instead of going their own way.
The undercurrents had actually been brewing for a long time, but everyone tacitly avoided them.
Jiang Kehan brought the wine glass to her lips, took a small sip, and suddenly felt that the wine tasted particularly bitter today.
Is this the venting of the times? It really evokes mixed feelings.
All she could do was watch.
After the grand opening, the witches present easily chatted in small circles, the most conspicuous and largest of which was the circle led by Theresa.
They seemed to be discussing a possible foreign war, and how to retreat after a defeat.
However, Jiang Kehan always felt that Theresa's smile carried a hint of mockery, as if this circle was not what she truly needed.
Eva, on the other hand, was rather aloof and was whispering something to Keva Miller, so it was best not to approach her.
After all, it's hard to gain the trust of a witch who can monitor everyone. In a way, she and Keva Miller complement each other.
As for the Dragon Princess, she is the one who most resembles the Prince. Although she is drinking alone, she is surrounded by a group of witches who lead her. Perhaps she has her own reasons for becoming a scoundrel.
Is this a flange?
Jiang Kehan then realized what was happening and lowered her head, remaining silent.
Chapter 377 Our Great France Has Its Own National Conditions
It can only be said that France had its own national conditions even before the era of the Association for the Advancement of Socialism.
From the very first saintess who her death heralded the fast-forward of the times, countless wandering witches, Erlin Er'er, Yishan Linba'er, and others arrived here in the name of revenge, stirring up repeated revolutions.
Using blood splatter as paint, she stubbornly begins her writing, attempting to bring about a peaceful kingdom belonging to witches.
Yes, their desires are so "humble"—they don't crave power, they'd rather relinquish the world's hegemony to the British Empire, and only want a peaceful home.
The main reason is that there are just too many foreign witches coming, making up almost two-thirds of the total population, and this proportion is even increasing year by year.
Moreover, these foreign witches are not united. Not only do they come from all over the world, but they also usually isolate all other witches in small groups of four or five.
Furthermore, since there was no witch as outstanding as Keva Miller at that time to unify the demands, in the end, after going around in circles, they could only barely maintain the stability of the situation, and there was really no way to ask for more.
Even the violent institution at the time, the Temple, was rather disorganized, and apart from the Guardian of Fran, there was no other governing philosophy that all its members agreed upon.
The village system arose from this situation.
This is completely different from the system of expansion that takes the capital city as its core and continuously builds dependent cities that are attached to the capital city, which is like dragon scales.
Therefore, from that time onward, the seeds of Franco's split were sown that they were almost impossible to change.
If it weren't for external enemies and the fact that the wilderness was unsafe, Fran would have fallen long ago.
But now, if the plan to hunt down Tyrant Xuyu succeeds, coupled with the inevitable and intense external expansion that will follow, can Fran really continue to maintain internal stability?
In particular, the birth of the Great Witch was like throwing two hydrogen canisters into a bonfire that was about to explode.
Each great witch is qualified to establish her own power base, and it's not impossible for her to even vie for the throne of Lower Fran. It all depends on who has the strongest fist or the power of their small group.
After all, today's Franco can easily find hundreds of completely different, even diametrically opposed, core demands that cannot be compromised in the slightest.
It appears to be thriving, but in reality, it's like dancing in a fire pit.
However, no matter how eager these things are to erupt, they must wait until the foreign war is completely over, otherwise Keva Miller will be the first to smash the head of the traitor!
So after the brief banquet ended, the witches present were all silently calculating the time in their own ways.
A judgment awaits that will change the witch's fate.
Tick tock.
Under the dim, incandescent light, everyone was bathed in a pale glow, like family members waiting for the delivery room. The once menacing shadows curled up and disappeared into the hearts of each witch.
Even Jiang Kehan, who knew that the plan was bound to succeed, felt a surge of annoying anxiety, and her thoughts began to wander in a negative direction.
Fortunately, the meaningless wait has finally come to an end.
Keva Miller suddenly looked up, stared at all the witches present, and spoke sharply.
"It's time, everyone. As I instructed, apart from some of the witches who went to maintain order in Fran and the surrounding area, we must set off for the battlefield that has already been prepared."
"Theresa, it's up to you." She nodded to Theresa, who had become the Great Witch.
Theresa stepped forward, her baton twirling slightly, and a portal spanning countless light-years opened, revealing a seemingly eternal and unchanging tranquil starry sky on the other side.
"Everyone, please." Theresa withdrew her baton, her smile fading, replaced by a cold and sharp expression.
The other witches had similar expressions. In such a serious situation, they only felt murderous intent towards the tyrant Xuyu and the tyranny suppressed in their hearts.
Ava walked up to Jiang Kehan at some point and whispered something to her.
"Don't worry, it's not our turn to fight yet. Going to the battlefield is just to better understand the power of the [Supreme], to prepare for the subsequent war, or perhaps to escape."
"But hopefully war awaits us," Eva sighed softly.
Jiang Kehan nodded and followed the other witches onto the planet guarded by Jennifer Hayes, the head of the Temple.
The figure stood there like a bronze sculpture, and only when she saw Keva Miller walk up in front of her did she step forward with some concern and tell her about the tyrant Xuyu.
"The Tyrant, Xuyu, will not awaken for another hour and will begin to impose his so-called punishment on the witch."
“Ms. Liang Hua has already set up a barrier, which is enough to prevent the Tyrant's energy from leaking out onto the Witch Planet before she dies.”
"Ms. Angelette went alone to Tyrant Xuyu to make final tactical arrangements."
Keva Miller nodded slightly, somewhat moved.
"Am I the last one to arrive? I thought I was early enough."
“But then again…” she thought, looking back and addressing the crowd, “From now on, you will stay here. Even if you see something bad, please hold back. At this moment, you no longer represent yourselves, but Fran, and all the witches.”
"You must learn to stay calm, that's an order."
This was the first time Jiang Kehan had seen Keva Miller so serious, and she immediately felt a chill and nodded along with the other witches.
Upon seeing their response, Keva Miller smiled slightly and patted Jennifer Hayes on the shoulder.
"Thank you for your hard work, Jennifer. Leave the rest to me."
Jennifer Hayes's resolute eyes beneath her helmet seemed to be deep in thought as she studied Keva Miller, trying to confirm the words that Night Fragrance had told her.
"It's my duty," she said calmly, suppressing her true feelings deep within her heart.
Keva Miller said nothing more, but casually stepped through the void and went straight to Angela's side.
Liang Hua arrived at that moment.
"You haven't become the Great Witch yet?" Angeli, dressed in a corset and already ready for battle, glanced at Keva Miller and asked in confusion.
“The commotion is too great; we might wake the [Supreme],” Keva Miller replied, spreading her white wings, which were not her own, and looking at the still-sleeping Tyrant, Xuyu.
"But there's no need to worry about me. Once I reach that level, my combat power will naturally catch up."
Angela glanced sideways at the unreasonable witch, covered her face, and kicked her.
"Tsk, so where are my weapons?"
Keva Miller chuckled, opened her hand, revealing three candies.
"Forged from thousands of advanced creatures specifically designed to counter the Tyrant's Fleeting Nature, this candy is enough to support a three-day special attack boost. Are you satisfied?"
For them, the form of the weapon is not important; what matters is that it helps them inflict greater damage on Tyrant Xuyu.
Swords and spears are good, guns and cannons are also good, but what's most satisfying is the intangible bonus.
However, neither Angela Terry nor Liang Hua expected that Keva Miller's skills could reach this level.
“It seems your killing intent is no less than mine,” Angela joked, swallowing one of the pills in one gulp.
"It's been a long time since I've encountered an enemy worthy of my attention, since I came of age," Keva Miller said with a smile, her tone surprisingly cheerful.
Angela was on the roof; she had nothing to say to such a gifted freak.
After all, wasn't she the same?!
Chapter 378 The Hunt Prelude
Unlike Keva Miller, Angela's magical properties are actually quite ordinary and do not bring about a qualitative change.
But her other talents are completely unreasonable.
Like a wise man pondering under an apple tree, Angela could naturally and thoroughly grasp the principles as long as an apple fell as a trigger.
They even consider drawing inferences from one instance to be too simplistic, and instead start creating theories that transcend the times.