Chapter 42 Midir Comet

That night, in the eyes of Ginny’s gaze and unrelenting scorn, Tyres struggled to finish a dinner with a lot of rules, and a boring and boring etiquette class—after all, as a code of conduct. The etiquette is also one of the criteria for dividing the social class - so that you can tremble your hands and conform to the rules and knives and forks.

But Taylor can feel that Ginny's hidden anger and dissatisfaction, he vaguely knows that this is related to the history of the stars told by Gilbert in the afternoon.

If the stars are there, the empire will last forever.

This heavy vow, even in the case of Tyres, is not familiar to the people who dream of the founding of Tomon I, but also the heartbeat and the blood.

The guards of Gilbert and the full hall—and later Taylors knew that they were the descendants of the final empire's legacy—was such a representative.

However, Taylors is keenly aware that Ginny is disgusted with this sentence and even the meaning behind it.

But he dare not ask.

He did not know what the attitude of the woman officer who claimed to be a father's lover was.

In Ginny's eyes, Thales saw the fleeting disgust in the other's eyes, and she saw her reluctance to endure, and hesitated when she was close to herself, but she did not see a sincere smile. .

Therefore, the whole festival etiquette class is extremely dull.

Until the gaze of Ginny, Taylors unexpectedly broke the silence:

"You don't like these rules and manners, are you?" Watching Taylors try to bend his wrist to avoid the standard line that swings over his arms during dinner, Ginny suddenly said coldly: "Your expression is almost better than just The horse that finished the **** is still ugly."

Tyres was shocked by the sudden question. He tried his best to answer: "Mr. Ginny, I know that these are necessary, and I am still trying to adapt..."

But his words were interrupted by Ginny.

"Of course you have to learn these etiquettes." She was cold and cold, but full of ridiculous disdain.

"It's best not to be their captives... walking and lying in a so-called noble posture does not mean that you are really noble."

"Similarly, the history of glorious and proud does not mean that you are really..."

Ginny didn't say anything more, she subconsciously bit the second half of the sentence.

Taylor’s heart glimpsed.

It seems that this lady, do not seem to have any opinion on Gilbert's teachings?

"Ms. Ginny," he carefully tried: "Gilbert's afternoon history class...you...you don't seem to...not..."

"Hey, what a joke, that's their great and long-standing kingdom... How dare I have any opinions?" Ginny licked her nose and denied Tyre's words, but the latter clearly read the mockery in the eyes of the female officer. And ironic.

Taylor looked at Ginny and looked at the father's lover.

"Ms. Ginny," said Tyres, carefully and gently: "You are not from the beginning, that is the father's - the court lady, isn't it?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows, and the beauty of her mouth twitched.

"And you - don't like these etiquettes, these rules, don't even like them," Taylors hesitated, but looked at the knife and fork on his hand, still asked: "I don't like this country?"

The voice fell.

Ginny looked at Taylors slyly.

This child.

Really sensitive.

Ginny turned her head and looked into the study room. The gold and silver nine-star mark above the fireplace did not say a word for a long time.

Just as Tyres spit out his tongue and thought that he had asked the wrong words, and was preparing to continue to fight with his knife and fork if nothing had happened, Ginny sighed and looked at the knife and fork on the hand of Taylor. , gently open:

"I was born in Bakwe City in Shude County. It is a small town on the east side of the Kingdom. It is not a prosperous trading port, but it can be self-sufficient by catching fish. It is a good place in the stars."

"The city owner is my father and has a small reputation in the eastern counties. For a long time, he has strictly cultivated our rules, conformed to etiquette, and became a lady. I hope that our family will one day become a famous family."

Tyre's eyes were dry, and he quickly ignored Ginny's inattention and secretly sneaked his wrist.

"But I am a disobedient daughter who is disobedient. I hate these rules and etiquette from a young age."

"So at the age of sixteen, when I was an adult, I was a wild girl who couldn’t even dance in the court, and rude and talked about the wild girl." Ji Ni under the lamp smiled and looked at the moon outside the window, but in the tone Full of nostalgia:

"Father, of course, my father won't let me go. In short, the memories are not very pleasant, things are a little bit stiff, the family wants to usury my identity and inheritance, and send me to the temple to sacrifice."

Tyres spit out his tongue in an invisible place. He knew that the sacrifices in the temple were vowed not to marry and to serve the gods for life.

It’s probably not as “somewhat stiff” as it is to this point.

Ginny bowed her head slightly and looked up, but then lifted it up, revealing a happy smile.

"But at this time, a prince, to our castle, is a guest."

what?

Hearing here, Tyres, who is on the active wrist, stopped.

prince?

Wouldn't it be the kind of dog blood story I thought?

Ginny continued:

"He heard my story, but he just laughed."

"His Highness has forgiven my guilt and promised me not to follow the rules and manners that ordinary aristocratic girls must obey. But the premise is that, after adulthood, I must find a means of self-reliance and earning a living beyond the identity of a noble daughter."

This is indeed a dog blood?

But there are some doubts in the mind of Tyres. Isn’t that prince’s practice and concept, how to say, um, is it too advanced?

However, Ginny seems to be talking to herself, her mouth is slightly consciously tilted up, and she does not care about the reaction of Tells.

"So I walked out of the family's castle and followed the prince to the kingdom."

"From reading the court newspaper to the priest every day, to the hard paper warehouse manager, to a placard of a copper coin, to the secretary of the police department, to the fifth-level police officer... my life is because of him. It has changed completely."

Thales stunned. In his impression, Ginny was a standard court aristocrat, but never thought that she had such a colorful past.

"However, after years of swaying, I eventually became a court lady." Ginny shook her head in mockery.

"Look at me - a shame of aristocrats who hate etiquette and rules - but now it is here, teaching the heirs of the kingdom and teaching him the most hated etiquette of the year."

Ginny finished, and her eyes returned directly to the table, staring at Tells - his knife was gone.

Tyres snorted softly.

Ask a question that even you feel a little bit of blood:

"The kind prince, Kay - is my father?"

Your father?

Ginny’s eyes were a bit fuzzy at the time.

But Taylors did not get the answer he expected.

I saw the court lady gently turn her head, the face is complex and difficult to distinguish.

"No, not him." Ginny gently said:

"I still remember now, when the Highness gave me a pardon, and forgive a girl with a shackle, a dirty, crying and noisy, the smile on his face."

"The kind of warmth, tolerance, sunshine smile. It seems that every moment he feels the beauty of the world, no matter what kind of ugliness and dirty, will not let him move."

"Your father, Kessel, he was only a prince who was famous for his arrogance in the king's arrogance. His face was full of smirk that made the lady panic--not without such a reassuring smile."

Taylor looked at Ginny with surprise.

King Kaiser - Zhang mad, arrogant, 纨绔 prince?

He saw Ginny's eyes flashing, as if there were infinite feelings and embarrassment, and then slowly spit out every word:

"On that day, the one who came to our castle was the first eldest son."

"The elder brother of Kesell's majesty, Midi's comet, the former king. His Royal Highness."

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"So, we thought it was the Corleone family to help each other, the so-called three masters," Duke Jen frowned, put down a letter with a black enamel emblem to make a lacquer, and forked his hands under the tri-color iris :

“It’s just a loser in the clan’s fight.”

"By using the name of the Corleone family, we use our invitations, borrow our voyage vessels, rely on our customs clearance, use our Kevindir home as a fool, sail through the end of the sea, escape from the painful hill, hide Going to Yongxing City, I have lived in our manor for so long, and I have taken a lot of blood."

"Is that the case?"

At the front of his desk, the polar knight who stood, Lord Kassien and Lord Seychelles did not speak, but looked complicated, looking at them, the middle-aged bald man who was sweating and kneeling on the ground .

Cassian remembers that the bald-headed middle-aged man came with him to the old duke, the same time for the end of the three-color iris of Kevin Dil.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man was not skilled enough to be seriously injured in a battle. From then on, he could only handle civilian affairs, but even so, the old duke still pity his situation and trust him to take care of the voyage.

What is his name? Kasien tried to search for memories, but he couldn’t remember it.

"Yes...Yes...they showed the emblem of the Holy Blood that was only available to the **** people of Corleone. The blond girl threatened us with a bad attitude..." The middle-aged man, squatting, was about to reach the ground. Stutterly explained.

"They still have that... your personal letter..."

"Okay," Duke Jen sighed and sighed, and the butler of the house, Ashford, immediately fell into a glass of fine wine from the Principality of Serra.

Jen Philip showed a helpless smile: "This is not the fault, go on, remember to be cautious next time."

The middle-aged bald man, like a big man, continued to sue and sue, and under the urging of Seychelles, he trembled and left the study.

"He used to be a personal talent, but now it's useless." Jane said with a pity that he picked up the glass: "Send him to the East Continent again. Deal with him on the high seas."

"Don't start in the borders and territorial waters, I don't want to commit homicide."

Cassian heard this sentence and moved.

"Duke of the Duke," he couldn't bear to say: "If you leave him, I think he will only be more dedicated afterwards..."

Cassian did not notice the sign that Seychelles had given him next to him.

"Ordinary business is fine, but I don't want to make a mistake in such a key secret business." Duke Jen sighed. "He made a mistake, and he already had a must and shadow, especially his future. Doubt will only deepen over time."

"And he knows our contact with Corleone, which involves that plan."

"You all know how important that plan is."

Cassian finally noticed the secret sign of Seychelles, so he lowered his head and stopped speaking.

"The next time you sail, change to a new person," Duke Jen disappointed with a drink. "When the father is still there, they can't be so lax."

Ashford calmly said: "Loyalty and prudence will take time to settle."

Jen shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, what we lack most is time. That is within a month, and our people can't participate in it. It's best not to have any accidents."

Seychelles nodded slightly: "Adults, please rest assured that the mercenaries that are invited at such a large price, even if they are assassinated, have plenty of opportunities."

Lord Cassian trembled a little, not knowing why his colleagues were so bold.

Jennton paused for a while before turning his eyes to Seychelles.

"Don't talk nonsense." The little duke was cold and cold.

Seychelles bowed his head and sinned, but he secretly sneered:

It seems that the Duke has no dissatisfaction.

"You should set off. The Cullen family and the South Downs will send people to go, this node, don't conflict with them."

Jane looked cold and cautiously confronted Kasien and Seychelles: "When the mercenaries succeed, you will deal with the hands-on people."

Cassie slammed, and he looked up incredulously: "Adult! Deal with those people? Are we not employed in other names? They, some of them are my end towers-"

Jane suddenly looked at him!

Look like a sword.

Cassian’s throat trembled, the polar knight could not say the rest.

"That would admire your friend," Jane calmly said, but Ashford knew that this was his dissatisfaction: "Change someone who is not your friend."

Seychelle slammed the back of Cassian's clothes and snapped the latter's words back to his nephew.

"As you wish, adult." The savvy Seychelle nodded and took the face of Cassian, and went away.

Jane slowly spit out a breath, calmed down and looked into the distance, the portrait of the old duke.

"Cassien is old."

He is faint.

"After this incident, send him back to the Emerald City, or go to his own territory."

Ashford looked calm and nodded slightly

"As for the Corleone refugees, Ashford, you go and do it yourself, and look up from the cavalry who suddenly broke into the vine estate that night," Jane spilled the red wine at the bottom of the cup, his eyes cold: "Contact Coron's house - - Write a letter directly to the Queen of the Night - tell Catherine what happened here, see the opportunity to improve our chips."

Ashford nodded: "As you wish."

"The temptation of Judith Hall, I remember it was handed over to the blood bottle. Still did not find Nikola?" Jen narrowed his eyes and looked at Ashford.

"No, adults," Ashford said slightly. "The blood bottle helps the group of dragons without chaos. It is rumored that he went abroad to find the blood magician."

Blood Magician?

Jane closed his eyes and sighed in his nose.

The education he had received forced him to do his utmost to swallow the words that were unpretentious but wanted to be said.

"No way, then send our hands directly to master the blood bottle." Duke Jen opened his eyes and had no feelings in his pupil. He put down the wine glass:

"In the past two months, I have to control all the rumors and news from the civilians to the soldiers, the nobles and the merchants on the site of the blood bottle."

Ashford nodded lightly.

"The messenger sent to Exeter should also return, see if the Black Sands is willing to seize this opportunity." Jen leaned back into the comfortable lounge chair and his eyes narrowed.

Wait, father.

The three-color iris flower will soon go even further.

if things go smoothly.

Say something.

No sword has a bad habit, like to upload the chapter first, and then browse through the reader interface over and over again (this is more efficient, I can't see a ball on the code page), review and modify, sometimes even It is an overhaul.

So see the updated book-friends, first look at the time, if it is within 20 minutes of the update, then no sword is now likely to still be in the notebook to modify, after a while will be modified in the background overall, do not worry Wait a minute, after half an hour, look again, that is the final final version.

So at this time, just smile.

Don't worry, if you read a draft of a chapter, you will be poisoned by the erroneous words and **** logic. Is it not the fault of no sword? ?

PS: I have been hesitant in recent big dramas, especially the feedback from my friends.

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