On the black and white marble floor, the gold, red and blue carpet extends from the door carved with black finches to the end of the oil painting of the Duke of Wizdem, and the red and blue are painted with gold wire to depict the logo of Wizdem's home, retro and dignified. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Fitnay pushed open the door, he saw at a glance the man in the painting—dressed as rigidly as his expression, but with blue-purple eyes, he instantly got rid of the rigid impression and became a person in power who was not angry and arrogant—and looked down at the painting, and he himself was standing straight in a black suit.

This is the most powerful duke family in the Luther Kingdom, the ruler of the Wizdem family, Aldrich Wizdem.

As soon as she entered, a valet took the remaining teacups on the low table in the chamber and put them on the tray, bowed slightly to her, and walked out the door.

"Father. Fitnair's eyes flashed, ignoring the manservant, as if she had been looking intently at the Duke of Wyzdem from the moment she had entered—the anger that had been felt by the way she pushed the door had miraculously subsided, and her eyes were still staring directly at the Duke of Wyzdem as she bowed.

"Lonai," the Duke of Wizdem held out his hand to her, stunned, and before she could react, he walked straight to her and took her hand in front of the valets standing on either side of the living room, "You've been doing well, let's see what you like here." ”

Fitney's free hand swept across his cheeks, hiding his gaffe for a moment, but for a moment he was still in a trance—when the Duke of Wizdem, who had always been reserved and noble, had been so "emotionally leaking".

When she reached the end of the living room, she saw what was on the table, which had been blocked by the tall figure of the Duke of Wizdem—a carefully carved box, covered with sapphire blue velvet, and among it lay a jewel pendant, blue-purple, like the eye color peculiar to the people of the Wizdem family, and at first glance it seemed to be very rare.

"Is this for me?" Fitney's eyes flashed with surprise in an instant.

"Yes, if you like it," the Duke of Wizdem, perhaps accustomed to majesty, at this time the rare softness seemed a little stiff to Fitney's ears, but she pretended not to care, and held up the palm-sized little box in her hand with great affection, and looked at it carefully, "Come to dinner with your mother later." ”

"That's great...... That's good, I'll go and get ready right away. The surprise in Fitney's eyes finally gave a childish meaning to the pale face with a serious expression similar to that of the Duke of Wizdem, but it was fleeting.

It looks like a reckless girl who forgets etiquette for a while because she is too happy, which just fits the image of a young girl who is confused when she makes a mistake in an important ceremony.

"Then go ahead and get ready. The Duke of Wizdem patted Fitney on the head, and the latter turned and walked briskly towards the door with a happy face.

The Duke of Wizdem's eyes had not changed since Fitney's arrival, and as soon as Fitney walked out, he turned and called the butler to attend to other matters.

Fitnair didn't seem to notice this, and after pulling the door open, his footsteps made a crisp sound on the stairs.

Walking quickly, Fitney soon caught up with the manservant who was walking slowly, giving the teacup out, "I want to know which guest it was just now?"

"It's Lord Earl Arrenneu of the Arrenniu family. The manservant replied quickly.

Fitnet nodded, turned at the next intersection, and walked away quickly.

She walked faster and faster on the deserted road, until she returned to her room and closed the door.

This action was very similar to her just now, but at this time she took several deep breaths to calm the emotions in her chest, and then she opened her eyes, and in her blue-purple eyes, there was still the joy of the little girl holding her favorite toy, but it was like a snowstorm in her eyes, and it was extremely cold.

The Arrennius family was located in the Goldegard Heights, and as the "rising star" of the Luther kingdom, their title came from the gem - to be precise, in the eyes of many nobles, the family was a nouveau riche with no background.

Digging for gems, selling gems, and carving gems are synonymous with the family—Fitney holds up the box in his hand, lifts the lid with his thumb, and gazes at the gem the color of his own eyes.

Where could there be such a coincidence?

What did the Duke of Wizdem mean? Fitnair placed the box on the table, and he sat down in his chair, propped up his face with an unpredictable expression, as if he was calculating what would happen to him next.

She was no child—but the Duke of Wizdem treated her like a child, gave her this candy, soothed his "panicked" heart a little, and then ......

It was at the dinner party that introduced her to the Arrennius, right?

"That's weird...... With the strength of the Wizdem family, do you still need to marry an upstart like the Arlennius?" Fitney's focus suddenly changed to why this was her marriage partner—she sat quietly and pondered, ignoring the dinner party.

She failed in the awakening ceremony, although she was still the eldest lady of Wizdem, but everything was different, not to mention what magic represented, the management of many family affairs needed to use this kind of magic that she still hadn't figured out......

"Miss, the Duke invites Miss to dinner. Fitney was puzzled until there was a knock on her door.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Sighing, Fitney replied quickly.

Whatever the purpose, she's still being used as a tool of sorts......

A cold light flashed in Fitney's eyes, and he clasped the box shut.

Leaving her position, she didn't change her clothes immediately, but dragged the chair that was a bit heavy for herself, pressed it against the door, and then walked out into the open space in the room.

She stretched out her hand, and her hand, which was as white as her face, slowly floated red for a moment of silence, like some mysterious spell, and even Fitney himself did not know what it meant.

That's what it means to go to the doctor for the so-called disease, right? Fitney was helpless, comforting himself at the same time in his heart, talking is better than nothing, this is something that arrives in another world with him, and it does not belong to this world, perhaps...... What a turnaround it can really bring her.

The ground then lit up with dark red lines, it was a circular magic circle, complex and gorgeous, Fitney stared at the brighter and brighter red light, it was rare to be a little nervous, what would she summon this time?

A human figure slowly emerged......

"Hey, hello," surprised a little wheat-skinned boy dressed in cloth who grinned at the sight of Fitney, "I'm Hermes, did you summon me?" ”

"Hermes of Greek mythology?" Fitney was already a little disappointed in his heart, but when he spoke, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"I don't know much Greek mythology, I'm just Hermes," Hermes said with a smile, "Is there anything I need help with? ”

Fitney's eyes narrowed, not quite understanding what was going on.

The game system, which she brought from another world, was driven by the summoning of characters from history under the name of "Big History" - but it also lost some important auxiliary functions, making it impossible for her to determine the attributes and abilities of the characters she randomly summoned.

Judging by their history, it is Fitney's most common method, such as Jane Grey, the Queen of England who was executed as a political victim, and it is of little use to her.

She had heard the story of Hermes, the son of Zeus in Greek mythology, who was no longer a historical figure in the traditional sense of the word - but a "god".

But the boy didn't look like that.

"Are you a 'human' or a 'god'?" said Fettnay, although looking at his immature appearance, she really couldn't imagine that this summoned Hermes had the ability to fly into the sky.

"People, of course. Hermes rightly said that the answer was clearly unsatisfactory.

Fitney's expression became complicated, these summoned people can only exist for a month, and a month is very precious to herself at this time, can she believe that this boy is useful?

Hermes was not in a hurry, leaned against the table, and looked at Fitnay with a smile.

"Miss, do you need help?" Then there was another knock at the door, which woke up the pensive Fitney.

"Okay, I'll come. Trying to hide his emotions, Fitney replied, and went to open the door, and the maid went in and began to serve her to change her clothes—the maid did not see Hermes, which seemed to mean that only Fitney could see the boy who had been summoned.

Fitnair quickly changed into a goose-yellow dress, which made her look innocent, and she did not speak to Hermes again, but opened the door and walked out.

"Didn't I say it, I can use metal medicine, and I can find very rare metals or something......" As soon as Fitnay left, Hermes muttered to himself with some grievances - he was obviously not as well-behaved as he had just appeared, and while talking to himself, he held out his hand to the box on the table, "There are no metals, but there are very interesting gems." ”

Fitnair walked forward, still thinking about Hermes in her mind, clueless, with so many things to think about in her head that she only felt powerless.

Until you come to the table.

Under the crystal lamp, on the long dining table covered with golden tablecloths, the cutlery was neatly arranged and the material was expensive—and not only because it was the day of the Fertenay Awakening Ritual.

"Father, mother. She bowed quietly to her parents, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the guests—two blonde visitors, one older and one young.

"Remember your manners," said the Duke of Wizdem, sitting at the very end of the table, in the most important place, "these are two guests from the House of Arrenniu, the Earl of Arrenniu, and his son Setanein Arlenniu, and we have decided to hold your engagement next week. ”

"Setane is a good boy. Mother's voice came.

Fitney had thought of this, but he didn't expect it to be so direct.

Why? Did her late faux pass anger the thoughtful Duke?

Or is she worth less than she thinks, so much so that the family's desire to abandon her has intensified?

"Yes...... Father. Fitney forced himself to swallow the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and bowed to them again before walking towards his place.