From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1569

Chapter 1569: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_7 Chapter 1569: 699 Return to slap the face (Up)_7 Charlotte Aria looked at her surprised: “Have you studied every country?”

“Of course.” Lachlan Polly’s answer was nonchalant.

Charlotte Aria took a deep breath, realizing that every person seated here was undoubtedly outstanding.

Lachlan Polly, knowing what she was thinking, chuckled, “Don’t underestimate this country.

If you study it in depth, you’ll find it incredibly interesting.”

Every country in the world, no matter how small, seeks to establish its own government.

“Our country is so powerful and vast that it gives you the illusion that all other countries are minute.”

There is always some truth hidden from the view.

Charlotte Aria nodded, “You’re right, I was being narrow-minded.”

“Percival is a thorough Z religion country.

I’ve been following it for a long time.

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The current King ascended the throne only last year, and his rise to power was also full of astonishing struggles.”

Almost instinctively, Charlotte Aria asked, “So, the King must be quite young.”

“Probably in his early twenties, there’s no official data, this is just my guess.

In this country, power isn’t held by the King, but by the Holy Master, and beneath him is a Saintess.”

Charlotte Aria listened like hearing a divine revelation.

“Just last year, this young King masterfully orchestrated a plan to eliminate internal strife and wrestled power back from the Holy Master.”

Lachlan Polly was full of admiration, “Unlike his feeble father, Brooklyn Nation Master is ambitious, yet benevolent to his subjects, decisive yet compassionate.

Ah, the thought of seeing him in person soon really excites me!”

“Will he come personally?” Charlotte Aria asked, her tone full of anticipation, seemingly influenced by Lachlan Polly’s enthusiasm.

“He will come.

It’s a great opportunity for him to be seen on the international stage.

He will not let this chance pass.

I think we should be prepared, the Saintess might also come with him.”

“The Saintess?”

“There’s a rumor in Percival that the Saintess is the future Queen Consort, and on the day of her 18th birthday, she will be wedded to the King in a grand ceremony.”

Charlotte Aria frowned, “He just took back control.

Wouldn’t marrying the Saintess imply a step back?”

“You’ve caught on quickly,” Lachlan Polly said, looking at her approvingly.

“There are two possibilities.

First, to hold her back.

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After all, in Percival, the Saintess is loved by the people.

The other possibility…

”

Lachlan Polly’s eyes sparkled, “Of course, it would be true love.

A young and talented King, a stunningly beautiful Young Lady, childhood sweethearts with a history of love and rivalry, ah, just the thought of it makes me squeal.”

Charlotte Aria was left speechless.

“Even though the internationally recognized language is English, we still need to learn some Percival’s language.

This language is quite challenging, and you don’t have any foundation in it.

From now onward, let’s meet in the study room every evening and study together.

We only have one month to do this.

Let’s work hard.”

Lachlan Polly was full of energy, infecting Charlotte Aria with her enthusiasm.

At the end of September, delegations from various countries began to arrive.

Charlotte Aria received notification that the Percival delegation’s plane would arrive on the 28th, which was quite late compared to the other teams.

Charlotte Aria and Lachlan Polly switched into their host uniforms, took a dedicated car to the airport, and were escorted by two special security vehicles.

On the way, Lachlan Polly was so excited: “Oh my gosh, I am going to meet Brooklyn Nation Master, my heart is about to jump out…

”

Charlotte was comparatively calm as she was used to meeting important people from a young age and wouldn’t be so nervous like Lachlan Polly.

She sat there quietly, a light mockery sparkling in her eyes.

At the airport, Charlotte Aria and Lachlan Polly quietly waited for the private jet to land, following the lead of their teacher, Drake Linggo.

This teacher was the main coordinator for receiving the delegations, and both were simply there to assist him under his direction.

After all, they were just students, intelligent yet lacking worldly experience.

Charlotte Aria glanced at the scene.

The special reporter from the HQ Broadcasting was fiddling with the camera while several guards with stern faces were scattered at different exits.

The closest to her was a man with an icy demeanor.

He was handsome, causing Charlotte Aria to look at him an extra second.

Feeling her gaze, the man looked over.

Charlotte Aria was startled, promptly dropping her gaze.

It was a windy day with the sunlight glaring white.

Charlotte Aria raised her hand to brush a loose strand of hair from her face to behind her ear.

Against the cerulean sky, a helicopter slowly descended to the landing pad.

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