Out of nowhere, Brent took out a glass and poured the ale to Charlotte. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe two clinked glasses in the darkness of the night and each took a big sip.

"Cool!" Charlotte hiccuped, "I haven't been so relaxed in a long time! Do you remember when we were kids, stealing ale? ”

"How can I not remember, I just fell in love with this little cutie from that time. Brent shook the cup in his hand, and he said with a smile, "When I was a child, the two of us had similar personalities and righteous spirits. You and I are both the second sons in the family, and we are born without any responsibility, unlike Evan and my brother, who are like clay puppets and everything in line with etiquette. ”

"What kind of people did we agree to be?" asked Brent with a smile.

"Young Master!"

"Yes, it's the young master, let's toast to the young master!"

The two cousins took a large sip of ale again.

"Unfortunately, you don't deserve to live like that now. "Do you think I should congratulate you on becoming the Grand Duke of Icewind?" or should I pay you a heavy sigh?"

Charlotte shrugged, "You can do whatever you want, I won't take your words to heart anyway!"

Chamberlain nodded, and he said suddenly, "You've changed, Charlotte......"

Charlotte looked up at Brent in silence, and he didn't mean to refute.

"Even though you still look poor and happy, and that mouth is still unforgiving, I can see that you have changed. Brent took a sip of ale and said, "Does the position of the Grand Duke make you feel pressure?"

"No, it's fate. Charlotte sat upright with the cup, he looked down at the yellow ale in the cup, swaying slightly, and the precipitated dregs came out of the bottom of the cup lonely, "People can't be carefree forever, as long as your heart is still beating, as long as your brain is still thinking, you will definitely worry about something." This is the principle of this world, which cannot be questioned or changed. ”

"You're right!" Brent patted Charlotte on the shoulder, "but do you know what I think? I don't bother to worry about the things I can't do, I don't bother to deal with the people I can't get used to, and the things I have to face......

He looked at Charlotte and smiled happily, "...... Why think about the end! Human life is too short, and everything you worry about, all the decisions you make are so small for the whole universe. In other words, you can't really influence the direction of the multiverse at all. If that's the way it turned out, why not face everything with a smile?"

If there is anyone in this world who can talk about the fallacy of the truth, it is Berent except Charlotte herself.

If Charlotte wanted to refute it, then the two would not be able to finish arguing about this philosophical question for three days and three nights. But it is undeniable that Brentte's fallacies, which would be considered heretical by the elites, are indeed correct.

At least Charlotte, who has been worrying about Vivien Leigh, has a kind of comfort that has been healed by Brent.

"I don't see you're a pessimist!" Charlotte laughed as she drank her ale, "is that why you became a pessimist?"

"Wrong!" Brent stood up and shook his finger, "I'm an optimist! Whether it's a strong wind or a big wave, when I get my mind right, those things that people fear are no longer terrible in my eyes. ”

Charlotte nodded, "Great for the world, thank you for the reminder, cousin." ”

"Don't thank me, I don't want to be pulled by Aunt Rebecca and say I've led her precious son astray!" Brent waved his hand in disdain, pointing to the beautiful night sky, "Then again, tonight is so beautiful, why should we waste our good time talking about these topics? Do you want to do something with me that men like?"

Charlotte was slightly stunned, and immediately understood what the other party was talking about, and he shook his head in admiration.

"Are you sure? Please, brother. After finally coming to the imperial capital, don't you want to taste the woman of San Lorenzo?"

"I don't want to!" Charlotte refused, categorically, "I don't want to be screamed at by my mother." ”

"Then you'd better not go!" Brent shook his head regretfully and walked briskly out of the courtyard, "after all, I don't want to be roared at by Aunt Rebecca. ”

As soon as his figure walked out of the corner of the courtyard, he suddenly turned back to Charlotte, "By the way, Charlotte, thank you for your generosity, I will remember your kindness!"

Brent said, tossing the money bag in his hand into the sky and pulling it back into his hand. He whistled triumphantly, and this time walked out of the hotel without looking back.

Charlotte always felt that the money bag was a little familiar, and he was startled, and flipped through his coat in a panic, only to find that the small money bag he was carrying was gone.

"Brent, you bastard!" Charlotte cursed with a cry and laughter, picking up the flask on the floor, only to find it clean and empty.

At this moment, Claire's cold voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard, "His name is Brent, right? ”

"Of course, how can it be so simple for someone who can say that, someone who can steal my money bag without knowing it. Charlotte looked at Claire, who came over with a letter, shrugged her shoulders and said, "But fortunately, he is not an enemy, but a friend of ours." ”

"I hope so, when I see the Leslie family, and then look at you Clayderman family, I can't help but want to sigh. ”

"What do you feel?"

"I feel that there are many talents and fierce competition in this world. Claire handed the envelope to Charlotte, "It is worth mentioning that the owner of this letter is also a tough enemy. ”

Charlotte glanced at Claire suspiciously, he took the envelope and looked at it, and his face was suddenly solemn.

On the cover of the letter was a strange name - the Fool of Lucerne, to Charlotte the Forgive.

You don't have to guess to know where this letter came from! It came from the apostate priest Neham, who had made the three Clayderman siblings and Claire's four geniuses reincarnate several times in despair!

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for the ability to reset time and space, I'm afraid that the four of them would really not be able to defeat the priest who is crazy about love.

But why would he hand Charlotte such a letter at this moment?

"What's in there?" Charlotte asked, raising the envelope in her hand, "have you seen him in person?"

Claire shook her head in denial, "No." How could Neum be so careless, he sent it through the doorman. As for the content, it's a letter to you, and I naturally won't look through it. ”

"But you're still curious. Charlotte raised her eyebrows.

"I don't deny that. Claire nodded and said bluntly, "No matter how crazy and stupid things Neam has done, I have to admit that he is a respectable opponent." ”

"You're right, let's see what this respectable opponent wants to do!" Charlotte tore open the envelope and shook it off, "I hope it's not another bloody feast." ”

The letter reads, 'To Charlotte the Forgiver: I have heard of what happened to you on the road, and I have some inside information about this trip to the Imperial Capital. If you're interested, come to Night Thorn Bar tonight. From the stupid sinner Neham. ’

Charlotte handed the letter to Claire, and when he read it, Charlotte smiled and asked, "How?"

"The posture is low, but I can't believe it all. Claire looked up, a confident sneer on her lips, "But whatever he wants to do, we're going to win." ”

"So what are you waiting for? let's go meet this old rival for a while!" Charlotte smiled confidently.