Count Otto glanced at the butler without changing his face and motioned to continue.

　　 "Mr. Palmer, the former Justice of Droll City, is currently a professor of politics at Droll No. 2 Higher School."

Who? Professor Palmer? Why is he here?

　　 Elok looked back at Il with a little surprise. Hope to find the answer from her.

　　 But apparently, Il didn’t know about it either. The same looked at Elok with a somewhat unexpected look.

　　 After pondering for a while, Count Otto smiled and said to everyone:

　　 "It seems we have another guest."

　　 Then he turned his head to the butler and said, "Hurry up and invite him in. It's rude to let the guests wait."

　　 The butler did not answer, nodded and walked away.

　　 Soon after, a middle-aged gentleman with a black wig appeared in front of everyone. He is a little tall. His years of experience as a judge made him look very majestic. It is Elok's former political teacher, Rich's friend-Hector Palmer.

　　 He was still following an unexpected person-Frank Palmer. He looks very aristocratic in gorgeous formal clothes, but there is also something boring. He has short natural blond hair on his head, his chin is slightly lifted, and the corners of his mouth are raised. A gorgeous but somewhat vulgar violin was carried in his drooping hands.

　　 Among the six people on the scene, only Count Otto had a natural expression. The other five people were surprised to varying degrees.

　　 Elok and Il were surprised at how the ‘artist’ named Frank came, and they brought the violin.

　　 Hector was surprised that the two children of the Fasma family were still here? Is it also to propose marriage?

　　 Frank and Rona were the most surprised. Frank was wondering how Miss Witch was here. And Rona was very surprised that the violin she made by herself appeared in front of her again. He didn't want to listen to the sound of the violin.

　　 The atmosphere of the scene was very delicate, and the eyes exchanged back and forth between the five people.

　　 "What?" Count Otto also suddenly discovered the subtle relationship on the court, and tried to ask.

　　 Only a moment, Hector Palmer recovered from his surprise, and said with a graceful smile:

　　 "Mr. Fasma is the most special of all my students."

　　 Indeed, skipping classes every day, still the son of a good friend. Can it be special?

　　 This ‘praise’ made Elok a little embarrassed who knew the truth, coughed softly twice, and said nonsense:

　　 "Professor Palmer's extensive knowledge is amazing. He is the most professional political professor I have ever met."

　　Go to politics. Doesn't it just pass after a nap. The most professional is the fastest hypnosis.

"So that's the case. This is really a good teacher. Mr. Fasma picks one from a thousand. And Professor Palmer has been a judge in Droll City for so many years, and his political experience must be very rich. I want to come to teach more than enough." Count Otto There was also a wave of business blowing each other.

　　 "Speaking of which, my nephew Frank Palmer is also an alumnus of Mr. Fasma. He has just graduated from Droll Second High School." Hector pointed to the blond young man beside him and introduced. "It's just that he studied art."

"Oh? It must be a pity that I didn't know Mr. Frank Palmer when I was in school. There is a well-informed uncle like Professor Palmer, and his artistic accomplishments must be very good." Elok was slightly surprised on purpose. The tone said.

　　 As if suddenly aware of something, Count Otto suddenly stood up. He glanced at Hector Palmer and said:

　　 "Haha~ You young people should know more about it. Professor, what do you think?"

　　 nodded suddenly, and replied:

　　 "That's right."

　　 The two turned around tacitly and walked out of the reception room side by side.

　　 "With us, young people will always be unable to let go." Count Otto said as he walked.

　　 "That's right. I didn't expect that Mr. Fasma knew Miss Otto too." Hector first affirmed, then questioned.

　　 "You say them, the relationship between young people is always unexpected." Count Otto understood Hector's meaning, but did not answer the relationship between his daughter and Elok.

　　 "Haha~ also. Let the young people take care of themselves. They are all grown-ups." Understanding that Count Otto didn't want to disclose anything, Hector replied.

　　 "Yes, who wasn't like this when they were young? Only when they are old do they understand the preciousness of feelings."

　　 Count Otto took Hector into a smoking room and sighed as he stood by the window. He took out the cigar box on the window sill, took out two from the middle and handed one to Hector.

　　 "From the Eastern Continent, try it. It has a sweet taste."

　　 "This is a rare commodity. Count Otto will enjoy it." Hector took the cigar naturally and said.

　　 Count Otto waved his hand indifferently and said:

"this is nothing."

　　 He took out a small and exquisite iron box from the cigar box, opened the lid with the tulip glyph, and pressed the small button of the iron box with a "pop". A flame burned on the iron box.

　　He first lit a cigar for himself, then closed the tin box and handed it to Hector, opening his mouth and saying braggingly:

　　 "A birthday present from my daughter."

　　 looked at the small iron box in surprise, followed the earl’s actions to light the flame, lit the cigar, took a sip, and exclaimed:

　　 "A clever alchemy item. You have a good daughter. It's a pity that I don't have a son, otherwise Frank would not be the one with me today."

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　　 On the other side, the atmosphere seemed a little stiff. Elok slanted his eyes across Lorna, who was sitting in the middle, and looked towards Il. Il looked at Frank in surprise. With the violin in his hand, Frank looked at Rona with a smile. Rona looked at Elok who was beside her, seeming to be asking for help.

　　 "Maybe we should adjust the atmosphere. Let me play a song for everyone." Frank stood where he held the bow in his right hand and the violin in his left hand.

　　 "No!!" Rona and Elok stood up at the same time and interrupted.

　　 Elok has suffered from the screams of the violin at night, knowing what the violin is.

　　 And Rona knows what that violin is like. Unfamiliar with the incantations in the artist's field, she first described a high-pitched incantation that she thought was very good, and found that the sound she pulled out was worse than playing the piano by herself. It's almost like rubbing the glass with your nails.

　　 Then, in order to make up for this problem, he added the mantra of "self-comfort" in the field of psychologists~lightnovelpub.net~The name says: self-confidence is a very important quality of an artist.

　　 plus the scream of Heather, the undead being bound by the bear. Thus, a high-pitched violin with screaming and self-comforting was born.

　　 Such a decisive refusal made Frank feel a little embarrassed, but he still kept the smile that a gentleman should have. For my own happiness, he reluctantly said:

　　 "I'm an artist, Miss Otto has to believe in my level."

　　 The sharp sound that even artists can hardly control. Seeing Frank picking up the bow again, Rona's eyes widened and turned to look at Il. I found that the two people behind him seemed to be making eye contact.

　　 Although beacons are indeed very convenient, they don’t actually make eye contact as quickly, especially when there is a tacit understanding between brothers and sisters. One look can tell what the other party wants to do.

　　 "I think we should go." Il suddenly turned to look at Rona, and said with a smile.

　　 "No. Go and take me with you." Rona said eagerly. "We said yes."

　　 "Ahem, yes. But I don't think you can get out of your body." Il glanced at Frank and persuaded him.

　　 "Yes, as the saying goes, "Blessed everyone can enjoy it together, and the catastrophe is about to fly separately"." Elok also persuaded. He looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was less than half past ten, and he said in Rich's tone:

　　 "Oh, it's getting late. We should really go."

　　 Hearing the words, Lona pulled her face down and sat down again. Grabbing Ilok's arm, stretched out his hand and slung Elok's arm. It looks like a criminal on trial. Opened his mouth and said:

　　 "Blessed and shared, and shared difficulties. Frank, come to a "Dream Wedding"."

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