The ensuing dinner was a dreary atmosphere, and although the Count of Cecil tried to liven it up with his excellent communication skills, Charlotte's efforts could barely hide the uneasiness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The view of the two sides sitting together made the whole meal taste the same wax, and when the dessert was finally finished, Charlotte pushed the table and got up almost immediately.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Earl. Charlotte wiped her mouth with a napkin, "If you don't mind, I'd like to go up and rest first." ”

As he spoke, he turned and left the lavish dining room.

Behind him, there was the sound of tables and chairs moving. Charlotte's seemingly impolite practices were a sign that the Earl was asking for his resignation.

In just a few moments, the banquet hall, which was originally full of friends, was cold.

With a gloomy face, Count Cecil waved away the cook who wanted to clean up the table, and after a moment of contemplation, he motioned for the butler to bring him a piece of stationery. Dip a quill pen in ink and write and draw on the paper.

On that piece of paper, the first sentence reads:

Sorry, my Majesty. Despite my try, the ending was not perfect. I don't think the Northern Kings can be co-opted by us......

He closed the parchment and solemnly handed it to the butler behind him, "With the best carrier pigeon!

"Yes, Lord Count. ”

The castle of the Count of Cecil was clearly not as comfortable as the Icewind Castle, and although the servants had burned wood in the fireplaces in the rooms, the cold winter breeze still poured through the cracks in the windows.

Charlotte, who doesn't like thermostatic spells, has to roll over and over in bed to barely fall asleep.

In his dreams, he dreamed that he was wandering in a shimmering forest, surrounded by beautiful women who were constantly greeting him with berries.

A graceful girl in a gauze dress brought a bowl of fruit. She shyly lifted the fruit bowl above the top.

Charlotte smiled and flirtished the girl's chin with her index finger. He blinked, and saw Cynthia raise her eyelids slightly, looking at him with a shy face.

This scared the hell out of him!

He was just about to loudly defend his rudeness, when he found that Cynthia suddenly turned into a red-faced tsundere Miss Cecilia.

What the hell is this!?

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a pink fist shook in front of his eyes. In front of him, Cecilia, who had been dressed in a gauze dress, put on silver-white armor, and her red hair tied into a ponytail became a golden color.

"Trash!" her sister Vivien Leigh was looking at herself with the same look at the big garbage.

Charlotte glared dissatisfied, he put his right hand on Vivien Leigh's shoulder, and just as he was about to retort, he felt a piercing cold run through his right hand.

His sister, Sylvia, was glaring coldly at him with her ice-blue pupils.

"Sister, sister, please listen to me!" Charlotte trembled with fear, "I—I didn't mean to offend your !!"

"Uh-huh, yes, yes, knowing your mistakes can improve a lot!" a smug and crisp voice came from his ears, "Don't worry, Lord Elle has a big heart and has forgiven you!"

Charlotte rubbed her eyes, only to realize that her sheet had been lifted at some point.

A young girl with silver hair and two ponytails was standing proudly on the soft bed with her waist crossed and her bare feet like works of art.

Charlotte immediately sensed what was happening, and he rolled over and got up, his left hand around Elle's neck, and his right hand clenched into a fist to drill into the young girl's head.

"You guy who only knows how to hibernate all day long! Do you know that disturbing people's dreams is excessive? Bastard, you give back my sweet dreams, I am enjoying the warmth of heaven, why should I be recalled to the cold reality by you bastard!!

"Painful pain...... Elle danced loudly and begged for mercy, tears streaming from her red eyes, and she pouted very aggrievedly, "You, you bastard! Elle is obviously kind enough to remind you that there is an abnormal situation of demonic energy gathering around!"

"W-What?

Charlotte immediately closed her eyes, he carefully felt the situation of the magic energy around him, and noticed that there was indeed a faint tide of magic energy.

He let go of Elle, rolled out of bed, and stood silently by the window.

Then in the next second, he was climbed up by a soft and puffing unknown object, and the delicate skin on his shoulders immediately transmitted the pain to his brain.

Charlotte screamed, and he subconsciously turned around and shook the unidentified object several times. El's crimson eyes were mosquito-shaped, but even so, she still bit Charlotte's shoulder hard and never let go!

"Truce! Truce!" Charlotte reluctantly raised her hand in surrender, "I say, why do we both hurt each other so much?"

"You hurt me first!" said Elle, looking up and resentfully as she touched her aching head.

"No! you lifted my quilt first!" Charlotte pointed at Elle with her hand, and the latter opened her mouth like a vicious dog and bit it violently, causing Charlotte to quickly retract her fingers.

"I lifted your sheet to remind you!

"Remind me there are 10,000 ways! You just used the most unpleasant method! You dare to say that you didn't start the war first?!Wait!" Charlotte's face changed, "Is it time to argue about this?"

He lifted Al above the top and snuggled the grass outside the window with his mouth, "I could feel a slight tide of magic there, but it was fleeting. Elle, help me sense it!"

"Humph!" Elle was lifted in the air by Charlotte's armpits, and she folded her hands on her chest and turned her head in disdain.

"A crepe!"

"Two! no! three!"

"Deal!"

The silver-haired ponytail girl immediately showed an expression of excitement at winning the lottery, and she folded her hands and closed her eyes to feel the changes in the magic energy in the void.

After about two seconds, she pointed to the bushes in the castle and said with great certainty, "There it is!"

Charlotte looked at it, and then noticed that there was some unnatural shaking of the bushes there. He put Elle down, his right hand resting on his chin, and he showed an expression of interest.

"Interesting! I didn't expect to see such a powerful illusion in such a place!" Charlotte, as a seven-ring mage, had already stepped into the threshold of the master. In all fairness, even in the entire world of Steeu, he is the number one person.

But in the mere county of Cecil, there were people who could easily conceal his perception with illusions, which couldn't help but arouse his curiosity.

"Could it be Dinah?" he asked Elle.

"No! I know Dinah's magical breath well, it can't be her!"

"Very well!" he said, turning over to the hanger and putting on the noble hunting suit on it, "Let's go and see this daring stalker!

Hearing this, Ai'er, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, also flashed with excitement in her crimson eyes.