Chapter 534, the iron thorns calmly

Tyres, who was surprised by the exaggerated action of Viscount Patterson, had not yet thought about the deep meaning behind this sentence, and Gilbert’s voice came from behind.

"His Lord Paterson!"

“There is a special seat in the banquet hall, if you...”

Gilbert has been on the other side to receive guests from the next level - from the important industry leaders to the invited Wangdu bureaucrats, apparently aware of the sudden situation here, rushing.

"No, Caso, I am coming for him," Patterson apparently did not listen to Gilbert's words, but this did not affect his face after seeing each other:

"Just for him."

Viscount Patterson took another trip to the prince, and the movement was so large that everyone in the room had a cold sweat, and then he was helped to go to the banquet hall.

Taylors, Doyle, and Glover have all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gilbert looked at the back of the Viscount and sighed softly:

"Patterson, he is one of the more personal members of the comet seven, and he does not bother to attend on many occasions, in part because he is old and has no scruples."

"But obviously, he also came to think about it for future generations."

Looking at Tyre's doubtful eyes, Gilbert added:

"One of his sons is in your guard, the second penalty officer, Gray Patterson."

Taylors has a clear heart.

The guests are coming in succession, although most of them are still lower-ranking bureaucrats and nobles, and they don’t need Taylors to meet, but the Judith Hall is already busy.

It was already awkward to meet the receptions of Mallos and Gilbert. Even the Count of Connie and the Count of Godwin, who were invited to help and serve as the masters, came back and forth, and there was no rest.

But unexpectedly, people coming in advance, not only Patterson.

"After the holy day, my Highness!"

The VIP who followed Patterson’s foot did not give Taylors a chance to return to the lounge.

Viscount Adrian came with his wife and asked Taylors to dismiss the rest and re-adjust the state to the spring breeze.

"When you grow up, you look very spiritual and beautiful, and you have the grace of Kesser."

Adrian himself is only thirty years old and looks young and energetic.

But in the midst of these days, Thales knows that the family of the Viscount ruled the area around the Swan County, where the land is fertile and beautiful, and is the most important member of the Seven Stars.

Tyres did not dare to neglect, and greeted them with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

"Obviously, even if the cold weather in the north is strong, the blizzard is big again, the west is yellow and the sand is fierce, and the temperature is blazing again." Viscount Adrian looked directly at the eyes of Tyres, and his wife smiled and said quietly. "It is also difficult to hide the stars in the sky, shining brightly."

Thales can only - in accordance with Gilbert's teachings - a gentle response, not humble, but no shortage, neither too prominent, nor too hoarse.

Like a qualified comet prince.

Until Adrian was condescending, gently holding the palm of Tyres, his lips touched the back of Taylor's hand.

"I am not their lord and Feng Jun, right?"

Tyres sent away Viscount Adrian, screaming at the back of the hand that was kissed twice, asking:

"I mean... isn't it?"

"No." Doyle answered absently.

The guard answered the abnormal answer, and this time, Taylors realized that it was wrong:

I saw D.D nodded, almost obsessively watching the Viscount Adrian leave, even Glover also respectfully added, all the way.

Compared with the time when the old prince was in, the attitude was very different.

"What's wrong?" The young duke frowned.

"They are special?"

Doyle just came back and scratched his head:

"Ah, sorry, that, Your Highness, do you remember Lord Adrian? Our Supreme Commander, General Guard Captain?"

Tyres frowned and remembered the Lord Adrian, who led the Royal Guard when he entered the Renaissance Palace to see the king.

If the prince has something to know:

"So, just the Viscount Adrian, he is not only a comet, but still..."

"Yeah," Doyle looked at the other side and disappeared outside the field of vision, which was a sigh of relief:

"The relatives of our top boss."

Tyles slightly sinks, but what he thinks is not the workplace of Doyle and Glover.

Patterson and Adrian, the two families of the comet seven waiters are unexpected, come to the Judith Hall in advance, and also to me... Isn't that a coincidence?

His inner suspicions were quickly confirmed.

Five minutes later, when Tyres was preparing to return to the lounge and wait for the next batch of heavyweight guests, a man and a woman took the hand and got off the carriage. They walked into the Judith Hall in a different way, under the leadership of the waiter. Came to him.

Glory and Doyle's face changed slightly, as if they were enemies.

"His Royal Highness," D.D worried about authenticity:

"This...we better go back... let the Count of Caso..."

The journey was very fast, and they waited for Doyle to finish, and they came to Tells.

"The temple, Your Highness," under the urging of the woman beside him, the young male aristocrat, this voice, vague, madness, "I am... I am Luther, Luther... very, very happy..."

Tyres frowned.

The man in front of him is very young, only 17 or 18 years old, but he is awkward, his expression is tense and his posture is tweaked.

To make matters worse, he lowered his head deeply, just staring at the soles of the shoes, and did not look at Tyres. It seems that the floor tiles of Di Di Si Hall are more attractive.

Thales noticed that this little aristocrat named Luther, although ancient and strange, was trembled, but his makeup was exquisite and his clothes were gorgeous. Obviously, he had been carefully dressed.

There are more horse-drawn carriages outside the hall, and the collision of the wheels on the stone road is getting louder and louder.

In the next second, Luther’s greetings were not finished, but the five senses were tight.

Staring at the floor, he suddenly anxious, struggling to shake the woman's arm:

"Mom, I want to go back, I don't want to be here... I want my pawn..."

The woman's face changed.

Taylors noticed the aristocratic young woman next to Luther - she looked thirty-year-old, with a beautiful face, a light waist, a good posture, a slightly tired expression, a conservative dress, and a deep color.

I saw her worryingly squeezing a sorry smile to Tyres, then approaching her son's ear, whispering:

"Child, you practiced, you did a good job, remember what I said to you..."

Her tone is getting a bit harsher.

However, Luther’s voice was eager and the action became fierce:

"Do not!"

His voice is bitter and crying, and the arm is getting bigger and bigger:

"I want to go back, I want a chess piece, I want a chessboard..."

I am ignorant of the fact that the Duke of Star Lake and his attendants, including the guards of the entire front porch, are watching.

His mother was anxiously appeased, but Luther’s struggles became more unreasonable. He sat down on the ground with his own ass, and his posture was indecent:

"I want to go back! Go back! Go back and go back and go back..."

Glover and Doyle looked at each other, and the two nervous men came forward to separate Taylors from Lucer, who is getting bigger and bigger, for fear that this obviously not normal guest would do anything. Conducive to the Duke's business.

The beautiful young woman was pale, and she tried to pick up her son, while warming up, but obviously not effective.

Until a gentle voice is inserted into this little accident:

"It doesn't matter, Luther."

In Luther’s crying room, several people turned their heads and saw that Taylors smiled and drove Glover and Doyle, ignoring their dissuasion and kneeling in front of Luther.

The lady who was preparing to open the mouth for the servant to help was slightly surprised.

"I also like to play chess, the ‘Imperial rise and fall’ version, right?”

As if the prince's words had any magical powers, Luther was no longer struggling, but smothered, staring at the floor and breathing.

"It’s just that I have never used a 'swordsman' and I have lost most of them before I upgraded to a 'knight'." Taylor shrugged.

Luther did not speak, but he still panted.

"I don't have a piece in my hand right now," Tyres's tone was very annoying. It seems that he is also very upset:

"But fortunately, I have more interesting - new pieces."

Tyres reached out to his chest.

Golov saw the action of the Duke and was shocked:

"His Royal Highness-"

I saw that Teres took the badge on his chest and represented the nine-pointed star, and turned around in front of Luther’s eyes:

"Look, mosaic crystal, under the sun, it sparkles. This has a wheel, another angle, can reflect different brilliance - count, several colors?"

Luther lifted his gaze in a dull manner.

The lady looked at the prince's move with sorrow.

"And there is an institution that can hide some stationery or something... on the board, maybe to replace a king - cough, instead of a knight."

Tyres took the badge of his identity with interest and slowly got up.

Luther’s gaze rose slowly with the prince’s coat of arms, and he stood up subconsciously.

Tyres suddenly grinned:

"Like? Hold it."

Luther stretched out his hand.

But Taylor's hand was half-way.

"But today, you have to listen to your mother," the prince smiled:

"Otherwise I will take it back."

Luther was just staring at the comet's badge, his eyes fixed and his expression focused.

I don't know how much he understood.

Tyres was helpless, but he still put the badge in the hands of the other party.

The latter got the badge of the nine-pointed star, and lowered his head from the ground up, began to study the organs and light refraction inside.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the focused Luther.

Golov and Doyle, who have been in a state of readiness, face each other and return to their original position.

The young lady inhales gently and then exhales slowly.

She first looked at her son and then turned to Tyres. She smiled sincerely and was grateful:

"His Royal Highness, although I have heard it before, but your kindness and tolerance are more touching than your cleverness and genius."

"I don't want to be the owner of this hall."

The young woman gracefully lifts the skirt, slightly biased, graceful and graceful:

"Eleanor Barney, say hello to you."

"The suffering has passed. I hope that you will cross the obstacles and spread your wings."

"Of course, thank you, Mrs. Eleanor." Taylors nodded politely, but couldn't help but glared at Luther on the other side.

Eleanor noticed the prince's gaze and took a deep breath.

"Luther, he hasn't grown up yet," the young woman licked her mouth and tried to put away the sparkling eyes that didn't know why or shame:

"But teenagers can also create miracles."

Her eyes are stubborn.

"I believe you will know, my Highness."

Eleanor gracefully extended her right hand.

Tyres gently held the mother's palm in a respectful and respectful manner, preparing to kiss and return:

"Of course, Mrs. Eleanor."

"I see."

In the next second, Tyres only felt that the palm of his hand was tight and his face changed!

I saw Mrs. Eleanor smiled apologetically, but she did not turn over the shoulders of Tells in a traditional way.

"Do not care, as a vassal, the gift of kiss to the Lord, this is what my generation should do."

Taylor looked at Mrs. Eleanor with amazement and put his hands on his palms, gently pulling his gloves, and kissing him on the back of his hand.

Her lips are soft and the strength is different from the first two, more like gentle friction.

"I can't exercise my duties," the mother released the prince, and smiled to explain:

“Nature is done by the mother.”

"The Bani family, always on your side."

Tyres was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, but he subconsciously retracted his hand.

Mrs. Eleanor didn't care, just smiled softly, then turned and left, and put on the son who focused on the toy, went to the banquet hall.

Tyres stayed in the same place for a second, and then turned his head and looked at the same stunned expression of the two guards.

For a long while, Doyle took a deep breath:

"I believe that you have seen the ‘Little Spurs’.”

D.D scratched his head, and some were embarrassed:

"That, Your Highness... I know that this is very convincing from my mouth..."

"I also know that mature women are very attractive..."

Taylor's eyebrows are bent.

"But Your Highness, you should never be fascinated by beauty..."

Tyres reluctantly snorted and talked about it.

But he immediately got a meal.

"Little thorns? Are you saying Mrs. Eleanor?"

Talles thought about it and found the answer in the recent Star History lesson, and then relieved:

"With this nickname, this lady must be extraordinary."

Spurs, this is not a strange evil fun tool.

Historically, this represents the middle of the third century, four hundred years ago, when Tyres’s ancestors once worked...the great-grandmother (earlier than someone who likes to eat chicken legs):

‘The Queen Mother of the Iron Spurs’ Eleanor.

The legendary woman became the honorable star queen at the age of twenty-six, and in the next seventy years, she swayed and read the frost.

She has experienced 12 wars, four coups, and eight supreme kings. She has witnessed the "cutting of the sorcerer's palace", "the boy's dynasty", "the humiliation of the giant spirit", "the evil sea of ​​the East China Sea", and "the **** front" The legendary story, which has been changed into a historical drama, is still standing at the top of the times. In the era when the rising star of the dragon is weak, and the storms are raging, the rudder of the kingdom is firmly grasped.

Buter is immediately confused:

"But why is it a 'small iron thorn?'"

Doyle's eyebrows danced, and it seemed very happy that the prince asked him about the nobility gossip:

"Because the ‘small iron thorn’ is another person, it is also in the Bani family – it is the old great-grandmother of the doll baron.”

"The little old lady is still alive. I saw it once when I went to Bani Manor. I thought I met the legendary evil tree demon..."

Golova cleared the scorpion heavily.

Doyle realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he was very wit:

"In short, Mrs. Eleanor, who likes to kiss your hand, is still married to the Barney family in the middle of childhood. It is the **** year, the old lady 'small iron' wrist is superb, let They have heavy ministers in the middle of the country, and there are seals in the outer court. Even the royal guards have two collateral relatives and are still in important positions."

Doyle is very generous and seems to enjoy this gossip.

As the day is... the Bani family.

Tyres has a meal.

"just……"

D.D looked at Mrs. Eleanor's back and snorted: "It's a pity."

"what happened?"

"Mrs. Eleanor's newlywed husband, the Viscount Barney at that time, not only was her father, but also a sick man who stayed in bed all the time. After a few years of blood, she hanged in a few years."

Doyle grinned and looked like:

"Leave her to be widowed at a young age, and still carry a stupid post, and even remarriage is troublesome."

But Doyle turned to think:

No, there is a "small iron thorn", who dares to let her granddaughter and granddaughter remarriage?

"You know, many people in the aristocratic circle near Wangdu sneered in secret, saying that the kind of her belly is not..."

Doyle’s words are still in the ear, but the prince’s attention has been re-engaged by the mother who was widowed in the early years and raised her children alone.

Tyres stared at Mrs. Eleanor.

He saw that she did not hurry to hold the son who was different from ordinary people, and could not help but buckle the fingers of the latter. First, she took a few deep breaths, then stood up and walked calmly into the Grand Ballroom of the Duke of Star Lake. .

I am ignorant of the strange eyes of people around me.

Taylors noticed that Eleanor's makeup was very good, but it was difficult to hide the micro-pattern of the corners of his eyes.

But her neck is white and slender, and her waist is moving.

Never bent.

Taylors suddenly remembered: After the fall of Eleanor's Empress, the magnificent life fell behind, and people were mixed with her.

The critics reprimanded her for her enthusiasm for power, manipulating the court, poisoning the people in the conspiracy of the big government, and persecuting Zhongliang.

The supporters praised her for her superb skills, her tenacity and courage, supporting the kingdom in the hoarse days of the stars, and turning the tide.

However, the most widely remembered by the world is the one left by an anonymous swimmer.

"I don't remember whether Eleanor is beautiful and graceful."

"I only know that even if I step on my feet, it is a thousand iron thorns..."

"She can also change her face and walk calmly."

I am fine, what about you? ... cough, I mean, this chapter is good.

(End of this chapter)