In the afternoon, the temperature of the season is not very high, so that even in the afternoon it is possible to ride a horse - through the window, the Duke of Wizdem can see from the study Fitney and Setane in black riding clothes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The nobles of the Luther kingdom learned to ride horses from an early age, and Fettnay was no exception - her lessons in swordsmanship and riding were surprisingly much better than the others, although she did not fail the project.

On the contrary, it was Setanein's calmness that was surprising.

"The Arrennius are quick learners of aristocratic life, and it seems that they have spent a lot of effort." Duke Wizdem's eyes narrowed in blue-purple eyes, the meaning of which was unpredictable, "What do you think the Arunneu family is trying to do with us?" ”

The Duke of Wyzdem knew much more than Fettnay, and he knew very well that the Arrennius would not even send their children to study professional knighthood, and that learning riding was to the Wyzdem family what the Arrennius valued their own business, but the two were incompatible with other families.

Therefore, it is not without reason that Fitney was once strange, and the Arrenniu family should not have chosen the Wyzdem family even for the sake of wealth and status.

Duke Wizdem said very bluntly, and the only butler in the study listened to his words without showing a trace of surprise: "Sir, I think for them, it is enough to be related to the family, and the young lady cannot inherit the property, but she can have a large amount of dowry." ”

"Then Arrenniu got a lot of money...... Your Majesty was also a little worried, and sent someone to write to me yesterday...... Heh, he still sees the battle between the two factions in his eyes......" Duke Wizdem said slowly, the content of his words made people subconsciously feel very dangerous.

The butler stood silently and did not continue the conversation.

This is the master's business, and as a servant he will not be the first to speak.

The Duke of Wizdem was silent for a moment, and then looked down - Fitney and Setane were just moving slowly all the way, chatting as usual, not seeing each other's eagerness or coldness: "Sometimes it's not those eyes, I'm not sure that Fitney is my daughter...... Jean said the other day that his son had a problem with him, and that he would forget to bring the book out the next day when he took it back to the bedroom, but Fitney didn't look like me or Adele at all, what do you think, Feige. ”

"Mademoiselle is not like any other child, but Mademoiselle Fitney is indeed as calm as her master." Feige said.

"She's always had her own ideas...... But this time she had no choice. When the Duke of Wizdem had finished speaking, he turned to the chair and did not stand by the window any more.

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Unoblivious to her father's scrutiny, she rode sideways and was talking to Certain—all complications aside, she thought that Certain was a very good man, at least he was more knowledgeable than the nouveau riche of the aristocracy, and that he could give the impression of working hard enough, even if the family was not well-established.

"You know a lot...... Have you been to a lot of places? I have never left Kane and have been as far as the village in front. Fitney rode her horse and chatted casually with Setane, and she couldn't help but say at the thought of Setane's knowledge and the fact that she had traveled to many places.

She has also been to see mountains, rivers and seas, but she has not seen them here.

"Yes, I've been to many places...... If you like, I can talk to you slowly. Setin did not take into account the hidden emotions behind Fitney's words, and said with half comfort, and felt that it was inappropriate for him to say this at this time, and asked rhetorically, "Are you busy?" ”

"I get up every morning for history lessons, etiquette lessons, sometimes piano lessons or dance lessons, and in the afternoon I'm asked to learn swordsmanship and horseback riding...... In the evenings I would be scheduled to read a book, and my father would take time out to check it every week, and that's how I used to live, with some exceptions...... I guess no matter where you go, it's going to be pretty much the same, right? ”

She is a girl who has not entered the social season, but "precociousness" makes her understand that to be a lady is much busier than being a young lady.

That's why Setin would say he'd "talk to you slowly" instead of taking her there.

It was then that Fitney was convinced that the boy understood the meaning of this marriage.

"You've worked hard, Miss Fitney." Perhaps it was because Fitney's words just now were too straightforward, and Setin thought for a moment before speaking, "You made me think of my sister, you are very similar...... Every day the governess went in and out of our castle in order to teach her many things that even my father did not know very well, until she married far away. ”

“…… And then what? Your sister married far away, and you asked her if she was doing there? Fitney didn't expect him to answer, so he asked.

"I didn't ask...... She's always disliked the West," Setin smiled, "and she used to say that she was married to interests rather than love, and I didn't understand at the time. ”

Do you understand now? Fitney almost asked, but still didn't say, she looked up at the sky, and there was a bit of glimmering, which made her can't help but squint.

"The sun is dazzling, let's go back first." Fitnair said this, and did not continue what he had just said, and Setin saw it, and made no other opinion, and followed her back to Caine Castle with a smile.

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For the rest of the year Fettnay had been so busy, so busy that he didn't even bother with Setane—she was busy with the court's ceremonies, for the longing of the Duchess of Wizdem—even if her frail body showed no signs of improvement, but Fettnay could feel the excitement in her words every time he went to speak to her.

The noble ladies of the kingdom of Luther had to go to the court before the king in order to socialize and get married—a superficial thing to Fitney's mind, but she had no reason to refuse, either in terms of etiquette or in the excitement of Madame Wyzdem.

Cathy's lessons became more rigorous than ever, and she felt like she was back when she was six years old, being taught endlessly how to sit, how to stand, how to walk, repeating the action of holding a wine glass over and over again among the dishes full of measured scores, and learning to recognize which one contained water and which contained white wine from wine glasses of different sizes.

From the early morning etiquette classes, her etiquette classes could continue until dinner—which Fitney felt were more physically demanding than swordsmanship classes, and more cruelly, Cathy never took pity on her students.

"Miss Fitney!" Day by day, Fitney did not know how many days it was, until one morning she was awakened by the voice of rage, and she opened her eyes sharply and sat up straight, only to realize that she had made a serious mistake.

This morning's training was to sit at the table, and she fell asleep too early when she was supposed to sit upright in a chair for hours—she had never had such a gaffe.

"Do you think these days are too easy?" Cathy's rebuke echoed in Feenay's ears, "Maybe you think I'm not qualified enough to teach such a noble you?" ”

Fitney felt a splitting headache, and instead of feeling guilty about Cathy's words, she was so upset that she blurted out, "Enough, shut up, Ms. Cathy!" ”

Cathy was stunned for a moment, and after a short silence, her eyes were full of shock, obviously she didn't expect Fitney to say that, but she was quickly ignited with anger again: "What are you talking about......"

"I say, shut up, Miss Cathy," Fitney looked at her calmly, "and you are not the only one who teaches etiquette, and you would be very wrong to look for your humble presence here, I really don't like your lessons at all!" If you think I'm presumptuous enough, please get out of here. ”

As she spoke, Fitney stood up sharply, and walked out without looking back—with the wind under her feet, she walked all the way back to her room, closing the door.

Then she sat down in her chair and closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling violently.

"Hey, why did you come back?" Hermes was shocked when she saw Fitnay, who would not have been back in her room until she had eaten dinner for the past few days - she simply did not have that time.

"It's too sleepy." Fitnair told the truth, but in reality, when she closed her eyes, she couldn't sleep—she knew what she had done, and she was full of trepidation.

She has a deeper life experience than being a nobleman, which prevents her from being a true nobleman, so she sometimes can't stand these rules.

"Who made you ......," Hermes said, not thinking of what was really in the heart of Fitney.

"You say you can make a drug? Poison? Fitnair interrupted Hermes.

Hermes laughed and cried: "My purpose is for people to have a better life, not to do that kind of hurtful thing!" ”

In the kind of environment you live in, there is no difference between alchemy and poison making...... Ignoring Hermes's attempted justification, Fitnäy said a few words to him—and Hermeston's face changed dramatically.

"Do you really want to do that? Miss. The expression on Hermes's face changed back to a wry smile after a big change, and he was very helpless, "Maybe there is another way?" ”

"Who has been instigating me to ......," Mr. Fitney said.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Anna's voice appeared outside the door: "Miss, Lord Duke wants you to go to the study." ”

So fast?

Fitney was a little surprised, but soon understood, it was the Wizdem family who did not allow anything to exceed the family's expectations recently, after all, it was too testing - but what he had just said to Cathy was indeed too shocking, and it was likely to affect whether he would be able to marry the Arrenniu family in the future.

"Okay." She replied, took a deep breath, and before heading out the door, she turned her head to look at Hermes and said, "I hope there is some room for redemption, too." ”