Vera had gone out in the afternoon, but while she was waiting for dinner, she had already returned, and she had no expression. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Vika, who knew her well, naturally knew that it was because Vera had nothing to gain.

"Yakov has nothing at home, his wife is a typical housewife, his son's room has a big hemp, and his daughter is a party favorite but with a badly out of shape. Vera sighed and said, "It's just a typical middle-class family that's too normal." ”

"Yes, but there's news from my side. Vika shrugged.

Vera sat down casually, her legs crossed, her hands on the back of the couch, waiting for good news.

Vika, who had long been commonplace, sighed at this time and said, "To be precise, it should be that there is news from your side." ”

"Can you be more direct?" Vera said impatiently.

Vika had no choice but to say, "There is an invitation letter delivered to your private mailbox, the time and place are indicated...... Three days later, there will be an auction for The Girl with No Name. ”

"My private email address?" Vera frowned.

Vika shrugged and said, "Which one else? 'Vera Toktakhonov', of course." ”

Vera was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Who is the person who invited the invitation?"

Vika said, "F&C." ”

Vera suddenly said indifferently: "I don't remember my private mailbox being given everywhere, right?"

Vika could only laugh and said, "Dear Princess Vera, have you forgotten why you ran away from home......? Don't you know how many courtship letters from all over the world are received in your private mailbox every day? These are my ......."

Vika pointed to himself and said, "I take the time to come out and reply to you every day." ”

Vera suddenly squinted and smiled, "Are those suitors handsome?"

Vika nodded again and again: "It's not bad, there are a few that can be described as perfect." ”

Vera smiled as she walked over to Vika, the delicate smile on her face that looked like a she-leopard. He could only swallow and say, "I haven't done anything...... It's true...... At most, I asked for some more photos......"

Vera's fingers spun in circles.

Vika was stunned, but his instincts told him that nothing good was going to happen...... But experience also taught him that if he didn't, something worse would await him – he would just have to turn away.

Vera sneered, picked up the TV remote control next to her with one hand, and thrust it into Vika's groin.

"Oh!!tap...... Oh!!"

"Cool?" said Vera softly leaning into Vika's ear.

Vika, who clamped his legs, had an ugly face at this time, and said bitterly: "It's a little ...... It's a little dry, I haven't used it for a long time...... Oh, light, tap ......"

"Go get me some evening dresses tomorrow and get ready, I'm going to this auction. Vera let go of her hand, then turned Vika around, and with a sharp slam of force, pressed Vika's body against the stool.

Vika let out a cry of pain and said, "Did you hear me clearly?"

"Clear ...... Clear......"

Vera clapped her hands and returned to the room in style. Vika stood up in his chair and slowly pulled out the remote control with a strange look on his face—and finally showed a look of great comfort.

He exhaled, feeling ...... It doesn't seem too bad.

So he stared at the remote control that had fallen to the ground, as if thinking about something......

......

......

He was about sixty years old, well-dressed, and every gesture was like a textbook standard.

White hand socks, a pocket watch chain that can be seen peeking out of the bag.

When Yuri woke up again, he saw the old man standing beside him. The other party's hair was gray, but he looked energetic.

It was more than ten times more luxurious than the suite in the hotel where he had woken up last time.

"I ...... I was supposed to be at the subway station. Yuri hesitated, and he sat up, trying to figure out what was going on.

He subconsciously touched his abdomen, and he noticed that there were no wounds on his body - even the leg that had been injured earlier appeared intact.

"Mr. Yuri, the hot water is ready, you can bathe right away. The old man said with a smile.

"I ...... Am I not dreaming?" Yuri opened his mouth, he could not remember when he had given such respect to such an old gentleman who looked so magnificent, "here...... What kind of place is this? Who are you?"

"Edgar, please call me Edgar. The old man smiled calmly, "This is Kazia Manor, your manor, sir." Sir, please bathe as soon as possible, for it is extremely rude for a nobleman to let a guest wait for you. ”

"I ...... My estate? expensive ...... Aristocrats?"

......

The bathroom is as spacious as an 80-square-meter living room, and even in the adjoining dressing room, there are more than 20 sets of luxurious clothes.

A tie, a quick watch, a belt, a hat...... Shoe.

Even when Yuri washed out in a daze, there was a showy maid who shaved him.

It was so strange that Yuri thought he was drunk in his own dreams—and from the bathroom window, he could only see a small corner of the manor—a huge lawn that was very well built!

He didn't even see the fence.

He couldn't even believe that the person in the mirror was himself.

The messy beard has been shaved off, and the loose hair has been trimmed and shiny, and after matching the luxurious clothes, he seems to be a different person.

At the end of the hallway, Edgar was already standing in front of the door of a room. When Yuri, who has a bewildered face, arrives, Edgar opens the door for him.

The moment the door was opened, Yuri couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you!"

......

"Sit down. ”

Luo Qiu, who was drinking black tea, glanced at Yuri who came up, smiled, and then put down the teacup in his hand - the maid immediately added new black tea to the teacup.

Even though there were plenty of servants in the estate, the maid lady continued to serve her boss herself.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yuri sat down with a frown—he found that Edgar hadn't come in with him, but had closed the door after he had entered.

"Did Mr. Yuri forget?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked, "What did you ask for from us?" ”

Yuri was stunned for a moment, and a tingling pain suddenly appeared in his head, forcing him to subconsciously grab his hair - his face seemed to turn pale for a moment.

As his gaze returned from confusion to near-reality, Yuri looked at the young man with an oriental face in amazement.

No...... Mysterious young man, to be precise!

"I ...... I actually said that kind of thing......"

He uttered what he had said before—but now he did not say it again—such an unthinkable word—but it seemed to have become true.

Yuri had to believe what was happening in front of him.

The most intuitive and powerful proof is not what he encountered in this manor, but the fact that he should have died, but was still alive and well.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "We believe that the words spoken by a person before he dies should have most of the truth. Mr. Yuri, the contract has been made, and within a month you will not only be the owner of this manor, but also the heir of the Dekabi family. Identity is ......"

Boss Luo smiled slightly: "The tsarist nobleman who was exiled abroad during the October Revolution, and now lives in Morocco, Yuri Dikabi. ”

Looking at Yuri's incredible expression, Luo Qiu snapped his fingers.

Miss Maid took out a box at this time and pushed it in front of Yuri on the table, "Mr. Yuri, this is the seal of the Dekabi family, as well as the family crest...... It's all about who you are. ”

"I ...... I'm a nobleman...... Descendants of the nobility ......"

Yuri felt that he had a mental hindrance. (To be continued.) )