Chapter 161 Invitation

Late night's Palace of the Spirit, the door of the bedroom of Tells.

Tyres was speechless and looked at the people in front of him.

"How old are you? How old!" A rushing and unhappy female voice came from his front.

"On the first night of the trip," Elf guard Edda, watching the helpless Teres and the little slicker behind him, sighed in the cloak: "You started to bring the girl to the bedroom?"

"She is very good..." Tyres grievances.

"So you need your company!" Edda interrupted him with a bad face.

Rolf and Wyah, who were next to her, looked at each other and looked at Taylors strangely.

"Eda, you listen to me..." Taylors subconsciously felt bad.

"She is only a few years old! Is it nine years old?" Edda yelled, habitually raising his right fist and highlighting a knuckle.

Tyres was a spurt, and he raised his hands as fast as he could, holding his forehead.

"Boom!"

Tyres painfully licked the right front side - foul!

Edda's violent, actually came from the side!

Rolf and Wyah look at each other and pretend that they have not seen the prince being violently violated.

The little slicker looked worriedly at the dizzy, sly sly.

"When I was married at the age of twenty-seven, I was the first to touch a woman! Even the best and most hearty Keira is thirteen!" The angry elf guards the loud voice:

"You are so old...even the bed is not enough!"

Taylors smiled awkwardly.

This is an exaggeration, my sister.

Edda wanted to continue to preach, but was stopped by Putilley behind him.

"I think your Highness is for another reason, is it?" The deputy of the Stars said faintly: "Go back, the rest, let me communicate with my Highness."

Under Putai's repeated insistence, Edda left without hesitation and angrily. When he left, he still looked like "you are a little bastard". Rolf and Wyatt are still the intriguing strange expression.

Taylors breathed a sigh of relief and sent the small slick into the bedroom.

"It seems that a lot has happened?" Putilley sighed and looked at the tyrs who closed the door.

Tyres sinks his face.

"It is like this," Tyres scratched his head. "That is...the amount, that is..."

The second prince spoke to his lips, but he suddenly remembered the helpless look of the little slick and the painful expression of Alex.

The two little girls met him in the library, but each experienced an unfortunate or fortunate fate.

Tyres has a look.

Do not.

The identity of the little slippery...

It should not be said by me.

In the end, the prince still sighed in his heart and continued:

"That is Selma Walton, the granddaughter of King Nunn."

When Putila looked at him, he thought thoughtfully:

"I remember, you told me before, the granddaughter of the king who met in the library should be called Alex Walton?"

"Yeah, Alex," Tyres slowly exhaled: "That's her middle name."

From seeing the black prophet to scaring Ramon, his lies are getting more and more interesting.

Demeanor, no change in color.

"I have a good relationship with her," Tyres shrugged. "So she came with me..."

Having said that, Tyres has a good meal.

He suddenly realized that it is four or five in the morning!

And to take advantage of the previous things, make an excuse to leave Walton's expensive woman to spend the night in their bedroom...

It's so hard!

"That... she, she is coming," said Tyres, a ugly smile than Pryce, in the eyes of Putility: "Forehead, with me..."

Tyres accompanied him with a smile, swallowed and uttered a sentence:

"together……"

“Discussing historical issues?”

When the words were just exported, Taylors had the urge to slap himself.

In the face of Pittlai's doubtful expression, Tells cried and ugly smiled: "You know... we met in the library..."

Tyres felt his face hurt and he stunned his guilty hand.

"She is... very good at history..."

Putty raised his eyebrows gently, his eyes filled with a strange meaning - Tyres thought it could be translated into one sentence:

You are going to edit it.

Tyres looked at him with a guilty conscience.

After a few seconds, Puttier slowly sighed.

"Well, why do you want to bring the king's granddaughter into the bedroom late at night, and get the permission of King Nunn," Putilie revealed with a deep smile: "I won't go into it."

Tyres smoked his face and smiled, thanking him for his understanding.

Then, with a sigh of relief, Taylors began to talk about the proposal of King Nunn.

After listening to the prince's remarks, Putilla frowned.

"So, King Nunn has made up his mind to tie us to his chariot?"

"For him to continue Walton's rule?"

Tyres nodded uncomfortably.

"I will report it to the country," Putile said. "From the interests to the position, this matter involves too much..."

"And, 'The Shadow Shield', if they are also a member of the fortress to assassinate me," Taylors remembered the post in the duel, Pfeiffer, worried: "Although I know because of the **** year, they We are not dead with us - but according to Perfit, do they have other purposes, or accept the trust of others?"

Putila’s face was a glimpse.

In front of his eyes, there was a scene of twelve years ago.

"It's not that simple," Finally, in front of Taylors, Puttier slowly shook his head: "According to the big man, they want to kill you, just to 'enter the revival palace', I am afraid not only Buy murder or hate..."

"Especially after the **** year, under the heavy blow of the Shadow Shield, it has disappeared from the sphere of influence of the Star Kingdom and its allies for many years."

"But they still don't give up and choose to kill the last blood of the comet in Exeter..."

"Revival Palace... So is it the thing that captures the throne?" Taylors scratched his head in confusion: "Is it necessary to find another one, who are the behind-the-scenes of those assassins?"

Putilla stared at the expression of Tyres.

"No, this thing will bother your father and the secret department. We will protect your safety," said the deputy ambassador who is good at observing the color. He has made a heartfelt smile: "You have done enough tonight, too Good enough."

"The risk of war between Stars and Exeter... has disappeared, and the Star Kingdom is safe."

In the heart of Tyres, he looked at Putile.

"This is your result," the latter nodded slightly to him, his eyes full of encouragement and recognition: "I don't know much about this... Although I was prejudiced against you, you are indeed a competent Highness. ""

With a complex and embarrassed expression, Putilla slowly said: "Not every prince can go outside the country at this age and eliminate an inevitable military disaster for the country and its subjects."

Taylor took a breath and slowly lowered his head.

Yes.

at least.

The mission of this mission was completed.

Despite the twists and turns of the process, it is quite a shock.

"Thank you, Puttier," the prince looked up and smiled, sincerely said: "Thank you."

"If you don't have you, there is no Edda, no Rolf and Wyah.... My journey is probably over in the birch woods of the stars."

"Not to mention, there is everything that arrives at Exeter and arrives at Longyan."

Puttier laughed softly.

"That is our mission."

"And you make this task smoother and the ending is full," he nodded calmly, rubbing his eyebrows: "Gilbert will be very pleased to see you now - that year, the young Midier Wang-storage makes the North, but it is no different."

Thales curled up his mouth and remembered the elegant middle-aged uncle, and then remembered the glorious Ms. Ginny, remembering... the dumbfounded Yodel.

There are also bits and pieces in the room.

“Let’s rest early,” Putilai pointed to the door: “Without an accident, we will be able to return to China after a few weeks.”

Tyres nodded and pushed the door open.

"And, the first batch of crows in the stars has arrived," Putilla said with a smile: "One of them is given to you by Kilber, I am on the desk."

Taylor's heart moved.

"Thank you," after experiencing the ups and downs in the Hall of Heroes, his heart was calm and calm at the moment, and smiled: "The letter from the ‘Star 狡 fox’ is really looking forward to it!”

Putila shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

"there's one more thing……"

Tyres looked back strangely.

I saw Putility hesitatingly said: "You know, your father was very romantic when he was young... know... it’s very early..."

Taylors narrowed his eyes and revealed doubts.

Puttier opened his mouth, looked at Tells, and looked at the door. Finally, I still showed a worried expression, whispered:

"but……"

"After all, you are still too young, your body has not grown yet..."

The smile of Tyres stiffened on his face.

Putty squinted and blinked: "Maybe it should be more than a few years?"

The answer to him is Tyre's unrelenting slogan.

————

"Don't be afraid," said Tyles, looking at the slick slick in front of him, and sympathy in his heart: "Here, they can't hurt you."

The little slicker seemed to hold his knees unconsciously, sitting on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the bed and saying nothing.

Her eyes stared at the floor, her hands on the poor skirt.

This helpless scene reminds Taylors of his past in the waste house—and the unfortunate deaf children.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"I have to be Miss Walton, isn't it?" The little slicker noticed his arrival and said with a sorrow: "It's like dreaming..."

"Maybe yes," Tyres whispered: "No one can change the will of King Nunn."

The little slipper shook a little, his eyes were red, and he held his shoulders helplessly.

At that moment, Taylors only felt deeply sad.

This girl is caught in the dangerous game that belongs to them by the wave of destiny.

He hesitated and said:

"But this is not necessarily a bad thing..."

But the little slick just bowed his head and began to mutter:

"In 1090, the heirs of the Duke of Farreit in the province of Tatorius Minques, suspected of impaired blood, the empire's law enforcement officers burned him to the capital of triumph... The end of the calendar 552 years, Commas The Marquis of Libra City, Glenn Phil was found to be imposter, and he was hung in the middle of the square in the city, using a four-carriage..."

Tyres heard the scalp numb.

"Stop!" He said loudly: "Now is not the time for you to play your memory!"

The little slicker held the voice, and looked at him with grievances and pitifully, sobbing.

“Want to hear a secret?” Taylors sighed. “The secret that no one knows.”

The expression of the little slicker slowly changed. She blinked and looked at him accidentally.

"You don't see it in any book - the secret history of the Prince of Stars." Taylors sat down in front of her and shrugged.

The little slippery eyes lit up, helped the glasses, nodded.

"Do you know," Tyres recalled the past more than a month ago, and chuckled: "When I first became a prince, I was as fearful as you."

"Become a prince?" The little slipper said strangely: "Are you born to be a prince?"

"No, I was born to be..." Tyres hesitated, saying: "The illegitimate child who was living outside - until he was found back to the court."

The little slicker reveals a sly expression of "噢".

"When they took me back," Tyres smiled helplessly: "Everything is not used."

“The food bites in the mouth is very strange, because I used to eat black bread – in winter, the stuff is hard to kill...” Tyres raised an eyebrow:

"And, the first time I drank a liquid with a taste...except, maybe except for the smell, do you know what it feels like to smell the water..."

The little slicker smiled.

"The clothes on my body are too slippery, too soft, and always make me feel like I am naked. So I put three buttons on the belt hoop. Although I walked, it hurts, but it always feels safer and more realistic. - Oh, yes, the first night, I didn't even know how to wear pants..." Taylors remembered the history of ridicule, and could not help but shake his head and sigh.

The little slicker listened very well and gradually forgot the tears on his face.

"I have never walked through such a flat, smooth black stone floor. It used to be not a dirt road or a dirt road, or a masonry road... When I saw the floor in the study actually covered with wood..."

"Every night, lying on such a soft bed is a torture. I feel like I am suffocating with a quilt, so I can only go underground, hide in the corner, cover my clothes and sleep..."

Taylors shook his head.

The little slicker looked at him sympathetically, squinting and nodding.

"But I always sleep hard, but instead I’m out of Exeter. When I camped in the wild, I slept better...”

"Gilbert is very strict and the course is very tight. He wants me to write two hundred words a day... On the twentieth day, he actually forced me to use the ancient imperial language as a poem..."

"When I was riding the carriage for the first time, I had to hold the door handles on both sides before I fell down..."

As he spoke, Tyres himself entered the gods, and the little slicker listened very seriously, and he echoed him from time to time.

When he talked about the story of being thrown fifty-eight times by the same pony, Tells suddenly discovered:

The little slicker was leaning against the bed, his head squatting to the right shoulder and falling asleep.

Her glasses were on one side and her head rested on a soft bedside.

A pair of small hands were bent on the top of the chest, and the whole person swelled up and down with breathing.

The little girl's long blond hair fell softly, and a few strands of hair fell into her mouth, which made her sleep, and occasionally licked it.

Taylor looked at her face as she fell asleep, smiled and shook her head slowly.

He carefully opened her long hair and pulled the hair from her small slippery mouth.

Then pull down the corner of the cup and cover it on the small slippery head.

Taylor stood up and sighed slightly.

I hope she can sleep a good night.

Before really becoming a Walton.

Thinking of this, Tyres turned to the ground with a low mood.

He came to the desk and tried to climb the chair and picked up a letter from Gilbert on the table.

Tyres looked at the familiar handwriting on the letter, shook his head in nostalgia, and then spread the letter.

That is a text message.

[His Highness:

I hope that you have arrived safely in Longyan City.

We have learned about your encounter on the road - Ms. Ginny is very worried about your safety, and I am asking you about your health.

Let me also express my concerns and concerns.

His Majesty has already informed the lords along the way to the North and the Central Leadership, and has taken care of the two commanders of the Broken Dragon Fortress. They will send patrols and troops to ensure that the road to the birch forest is safe when you return.

The intelligence and affairs of the Blood Magician have been transferred to the Kingdom Secrets, and Lord Morat personally assured me that they will handle it very well.

In the name of the kingdom, His Majesty officially sent a cross-sea letter to the night country, and has not yet received a reply from the Queen of the Night.

In addition, for some reasons that you and I know well, after the "deep talk" with His Majesty, Duke Jen Kevindir recently donated a high-yield leaching deposit to the royal family and improved it. Delivering the share of the Yongshen oil of the Central Collar, and agreeing to transfer the jurisdiction of the three barons leading to the north of the South Bank to the royal family - His Majesty often said to me, this is your credit for your Highness (see here, Teres licks his mouth) ).

His Majesty has already awarded the Baron Arak Mu and the Lord Sonia Satherley, and has once again sent a number of troops to the Broken Dragon Fortress, urging the nobles in the North, and the two commanders to give the Black Sands the proper Stress - as a solidarity to you, and a rude protest by Lombard.

Let me express it again, your unexpected concern before the fortress, and my gratification and happiness - after knowing that you are safe.

Despite this, I know that your imperialism is not easy after entering Exeter, and the real test and difficulties are just coming.

In this regard, I must be the former foreign minister to remind you of three crucial points:

First, Exeter's political system is different from ours. King Nunn is outside the king's identity, and is the grandfather of Longyan City, and the owner of the Walton family, the interests of Exeter. The interests of Walton are very different from him - please pay special attention to this.

Second, although the strength of the Grand Duke of Exeter is strong and the military power is full, the relationship between Dagong and Dagong is quite complicated. From the real interests to the past history, the entanglement is unclear, and the divisions are even more stars. I believe this is a point you can take advantage of. For example, in the face of the stars, in the face of Longyan City, the three southern lords have very different interests, and the attitudes and interests of the three of them are different. Here, you may wish to ask Lord Putier Nieman humbly. .

Third, no matter what kind of predicament, please always believe that you are the sole heir to the Star Throne, a descendant of Tomond and even the Emperor, so please don't worry about your safety. At the same time, please believe that Nun Wang’s interest position at this time is similar to ours. No matter the prestige or strength, no one can compare in the North. Therefore, it is our best strategy to try to win and use him. It is a good practice to divert. In order to calm the war, it is my suggestion to turn the conflict between the stars and the dragon into the contradiction between the king of Exeter and the Dagong.

The above are some of my experiences, for your reference, so that you can discuss the plan with Putier. But I know that true politics and diplomacy always swing back and forth between planning and accidents. Therefore, grasping the essence of things and adapting to them is a truly brilliant approach—just like you are in the hall of the stars. The performance is the same, and I am very confident in you.

Another point, you asked me to go to the downstairs bar in the lower street of the city to search for the sunset bar, has changed the boss a few days ago, the female bartender you said and the children, it seems that there is no trace, I I suspect that they have gone far to avoid the disaster.

The specific situation may be known by the staff of the secret department - after all, we are not suitable to blatantly go to the lower city to search in the name of the royal family, which will make many people who have guessed your past, but not good for them.

But please don't worry, our people receive the information. There is a girl who is very similar to the female bartender you said. I recently visited the Xicheng District Police Hall and I believe I will find them soon.

During Exeter, don't drop your homework. When you return, I will compare the practice of your sonnet.

In addition, Ms. Ginny said that you should continue to practice the sword, not to relax, she will train you after the return of your real sword (Thales resentfully breathed a sigh of relief).

As a royal guard, Miss Edda's loyalty and strength are unquestionable, but after all, she is not perfect, or has a place that is not thoughtful (Thales sees here, could not help but turn a blind eye, and for Kilber I am admired for the special euphemism. I hope that you can take care of yourself on the basis of other entourages.

Let me express my concern and miss again, and I hope that everything will go well in the future.

Your Majesty is very concerned about your safety and the smoothness of your journey. In the days when you left, he missed you very much (Tells is sure, this sentence was added by Gilbert later).

——————————Your loyal friend and subordinate, Gilbert Caso

——————————End of December 27, 672, Yu Yongxing City

And: Yodel seems to ask me to say hello to you - I hope I did not understand what he meant. 】

Tyres put down the letterhead, and Gilbert’s image of a cane and a hat was smashed in front of him, and he was alive and well-dressed, and he couldn’t help but grin.

He rereaded the three suggestions of Gilbert about Exeter and shook his head slightly: Gilbert probably didn't know that they had completed the mission on the first day of the Longyan City.

At the same time, Tyres couldn't help but worry about the disappearance of the people at the sunset bar, Yala, Sinti, Ryan and Kelia, but after all, Gilbert mentioned that Yala had appeared, since Yala was safe, Then the nephews should be fine.

What's more, the Brotherhood has experienced such a big event as the Battle of Hongfang Street, and there should be no energy to manage a few deaf children.

He breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the past as a nephew, and remembering everyone in the sixth house, he was very impressed.

Fate is impermanent, isn't it?

Just like the little slippery head behind him.

Thinking of this, Tyres couldn't help but stretch out and make a satisfying embarrassment - this trip to Exeter, to the strange things, in fact, everything is going well.

Behind him came a small slick in the dream of whispering and muttering.

In the rest of Exeter, it should be a lot easier.

Thinking about it, Taylors happily rolled up the stationery.

It was at this time that Taylors was a glimpse.

In the original letter position, he found the second letter - just because the attention was attracted by the letter of Gilbert, did not notice.

No, Tyres picked up the thin, dark blue double-layered cardboard and frowned. This is not a letter.

It is an invitation.

strange.

Taylor looked at the blue invitation with a puzzled look and scratched his head.

On the cover of the invitation, only the words "To my dear friend" are written in beautiful classical swashes - this reminds him of Nakaru's collection, the Tomond and the resistance. Karu’s treaty, the above-mentioned swashes are equally beautiful.

Tyre's eyebrows stunned and looked at this strange invitation, some hesitant.

but.

Even the difficulties like tonight have passed, what else needs to be scared?

Tyres shook his head in mockery and opened the invitation without hesitation.

Into the eye is a beautiful swashbuckle universal text.

[Dear Tells:

We haven't seen each other for a long time, I miss you very much.

Especially after searching hard for your whereabouts, and knowing that you have found your identity, I am more than happy to be happy for you, I hope that you can be a prince during this time. Learn enough, good enough, broad enough, and deep enough knowledge.

After all, both Comet and Carloser are a great name.

Our last encounter was too hurried and too short, so that many things that I wanted to tell you didn't have time to open up - there was no word to express my regret.

This reminds me of our common, flexible, masked friend. I am very glad that he did not come to the North with you, so I was able to send you this invitation. Of course, I miss him very much.

Writing here, I really can't wait to see you, here I take the liberty to send you the next invitation to meet.

The location is up to you.

As for the time, it may be fixed after fifteen minutes of opening your invitation.

I wish you a happy mood.

Looking forward to our upcoming meeting.

And: Refer to your last complaint at Hongfang Street, I have specially prepared the invitation this time. I have adopted a star blue cover design that matches your family, and I hope to fit your heart.

—————— I have met you in Hongfang Street, and I have been away from old friends for a long time.

——————You are faithful and sincere,

——————Eshida Sackn

———————— written in just]

The content of this chapter refers to the first volume of the first volume, there are forgotten book friends, may wish to refer to Chapters 14, 15 of the first volume.

This little nephew of Tyres, if he is young and not good at school, will he turn the house to open the house...

I must give him a lesson. You said it is right.

PS I saw the batch kicking and writing the tweets and the livers, thank you for your encouragement! No sword will continue to work hard!

(End of this chapter)