In a separate room in the castle, Charlotte put down her steaming teacup and exhaled heavily.

"Thank you, brother. He thanked Claire, who was fiddling with bottles and cans at the table, "I feel much more comfortable now." ”

Claire's voice was a little wrong, and it didn't sound like she used to be calm, "But now I feel very uncomfortable, and I even want to kill someone." ”

"Take it easy, brother!" Charlotte was startled, he was a little unsure of how serious Claire's words were, "Listen, I'll take care of all this! I promised Vivien Leigh that as long as she doesn't want to, no one will want to force her to marry someone she doesn't like, even if it's my father who forced her!"

"Don't worry, I'm much calmer than you are. Claire sighed, and he glanced at Charlotte enviously, "Sometimes I hate this calmness. ”

"No! I really like your calmness. Charlotte wiped the sweat from her forehead, he couldn't tell if it was due to sobering pills or Claire, "You know, I'm impulsive, it's okay, it's a big deal to be severely criticized by my parents." But if you're impulsive...... Please, I don't want to get an order from my parents to take out a bastard named Claire!"

"you!"

Only Charlotte can make Claire laugh bitterly at such a time.

"So the key depends on what Vivien Leigh means. Charlotte pressed his forehead to relieve the pressure, "Oh my God! I didn't even understand my own problems, I didn't even understand the secret and fate coins of Fevien Leigh, and now I was forced to break a marriage engagement!

- Maybe three...... Your brother doesn't necessarily want to marry Cynthia, and you have to find a way to get past Cecilia and Count Ferrard......

Looking at Charlotte's distressed appearance, Claire couldn't bear to say this.

"Why are you looking at me with such pity?" Charlotte looked up, "Are you doing well?"

Claire shrugged her shoulders and looked out the window, and at this time, he noticed that the banquet had just ended, and the nobles who attended the banquet were staggering, some were talking about it, and some were still unsatisfied.

The Count of Ferrard handed a drunken nobleman to his servant, and the nobleman tried several times with the help of the servant before getting on the horse, and he was truly a man from the North!

The nobleman shouted, "Bartlett, you've definitely drunk too much!"

Count Ferrard just wiped his sweat and shook his head to leave. Oh my God, he's a great drinker!

Claire looked back at Charlotte with pity, this time convinced that his good brother had been tricked by his former father-in-law.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that!?"

Claire pursed her lips, now convinced that 'happiness is based on the pain of others' is a wise adage. At least he was much more comfortable now, at least to the extent that he wouldn't surprise Elbert when he was alone. As for giving him a good look?

"Nope. Claire pointed out the window, "I just wanted to remind you that the party is over." ”

Charlotte walked to the window to look down, Claire could clearly hear him swallowing, and then, Charlotte's voice was stiff.

"Good!" he said stiffly, "I'm going to go to war!"

"Need some wine?" Claire now thinks it might be a bad idea to sober him up.

Charlotte ended up drinking a small glass of red wine, which made him feel courageous.

Although she is known to be mischievous and playful since she was a child, Charlotte has some natural panic about her parents. This has nothing to do with status and strength, only about human nature and love, and it is precisely because of care that they will be nervous.

Charlotte walked to Lawrence's room, where four guards and a heavily armed knight stood guard outside his door. The knight is a knight of the Clayderman family, and his strength is actually as high as the eight rings, which is no less than the martial arts chief of the year.

Of course he knew Charlotte, and when he saw Charlotte coming, he first saluted the mage respectfully, and then politely but resolutely blocked Charlotte's path.

"I'm sorry, Earl, it's wartime. Even if you come to visit, I will have to ask the Grand Duke first!"

Charlotte waved her hand, motioning for him to pass it as soon as possible. Not only was he not angry, but he was relieved that he had more time to brew his words in his heart.

But his plan fell through, and almost as soon as the knight finished speaking, Lawrence's majestic voice came from inside the door.

"Let my little son in! you all get out of here, I don't want anyone to hear the conversation between our father and son!"

The knight said yes without asking why. He first opened the door for Charlottela, and then led the guards out of the area, creating a space for father and son to talk in absolute privacy.

Pushing open the door, Charlotte found Lawrence sitting on the edge of the velvet bed, having taken off his cloak and coat, and sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only a silk pale gold undershirt.

"I guessed you were coming. Lawrence said, patting the edge of the bed, "Come, sit, want to have a drink?"

Mastering the aura in an instant, Lawrence, the lion of the North, taught Charlotte a lesson not with strength, but with sophistication.

Charlotte nodded, sat on the edge of the bed and took the red wine from Lawrence.

"Mage can't drink spirits, can he? Try this, the Kimpley family's own red wine. ”

Charlotte took a sip gently, the taste was not very good in the mouth, but soon, the slightly bitter with a hint of sweetness spread from the tip of the tongue, after entering the throat, it was not strong or light, making the stomach warm and comfortable!

It tastes great indeed!

Charlotte took a small sip of the glass and swallowed it, and in a few moments the wine in the glass was at the bottom.

"Do you want more?" asked Lawrence, shaking his glass of wine.

"Okay. Thank you, Father. Charlotte nodded, "It would be better if you could help me fill it up!"

"Red wine is not usually full!" said Lawrence, who was uncorked, smiling proudly, "but that's my youngest son's way of doing things! To be honest, among the three siblings, I actually love you the most! Maybe it's because you're like me when I was a kid, and you've done things I've always wanted to do, but now I can't do anything about it. ”

"Father's ......"

"Shhh

He held his cup and touched Charlotte's.

The overflowing red wine spilled from the mouth of the glass and landed on the white wool carpet, staining the patch with a reddish stain. But neither father nor son cared about the eye-catching red spot, but looked at each other quietly. Lawrence had a strong emotion in his eyes, as if he wanted to pour all the love he hadn't been able to give all these years into Charlotte.

"Again, Charlotte, welcome home!"

"Well, I'm back!"