By the time Eugen walked out of Miss Kitty's house, six hours had passed. Eugen himself didn't believe that he spent an afternoon in the boudoir of a beautiful woman and actually played chess for an afternoon.

I have to say, chess is really interesting.

The final record of the two was that at 12:13, Eugen won Miss Cat one more time.

At first, when Eugen was unfamiliar with the rules, Miss Cat won him several times in a row. However, Eugen soon figured out the pattern and gradually began to turn defeat into victory.

In the middle games, they each won and lost. Later, Miss Cat didn't win a game. If it weren't for the deliberate release of Eugen in the last game, their record would have been, 11:14.

It turns out that Miss Cat has just learned the rules of chess, and she has never played a few games in total. What Eugen appreciates more is that although Miss Cat lost badly, she didn't break the rules and didn't do anything to use creeps as chariots.

When the winners and losers were counted, Miss Cat also said that the bet she had said earlier was still counting, and she allowed Eugen to put forward a condition that was not too much. Eugen wanted his contract back, of course, but was rebuffed.

Eugen offered to finish what he hadn't done when he entered the door, and kiss Miss Cat. Of course, he was rejected again, and there was almost an extra slap mark on the other side of his face.

In the end, Eugen had to retreat and said that he wanted to kiss Miss Kitty's right hand. The kiss is a traditional etiquette, but it is not excessive.

So in the watery moonlight, Miss Cat stretched out her plain white jade hand and looked at Eugen with a little shyness. Eugen bent down respectfully, took her right hand and put it to her lips, and gave it a gentle touch.

Eugen then offered to invite Miss Cat to attend tonight's banquet as his dance partner, but Miss Cat politely refused without giving a reason.

Eugen had no choice but to say goodbye and leave, according to the rules, he could not fail to participate in this dinner, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the royal family and nobles. For Eugen, he still felt more comfortable with Miss Cat than the dull and boring dinner.

Miss Cat half-closed the door, looking thoughtfully at Eugen's back through the crack in the door. She remembered the scene when she made a bet with her father, and after she first learned that she was engaged by her father, she resisted fiercely, and once threatened to go on a hunger strike and run away.

But her father always perfunctory her in various ways and refused to agree to her request to withdraw from the marriage. Divorce is a great shame for a nobleman, even an emperor cannot insult a nobleman wantonly.

Miss Cat naturally refused to give up, and after many ineffective resistances, she showed her determination with a fire that burned the sky!

Eventually, her father relented, and made a bet with her the day after the fire: Miss Cat must always live in her own dormitory, and at the same time she must not make trouble, and the emperor will help her out of the marriage until she is eighteen years old.

By now, Miss Cat is seventeen years old, and there is only half a year left before her eighteenth birthday. During this time, she always kept her bet and never left the area shrouded in tulip flowers.

Eugen's back faded away, and eventually vanished. Miss Cat looked at the dark night ahead, her red lips curled slightly, and she smiled and said, "Even if I want to marry, I have to do it out of my own will." I am who I am, and no one can decide anything for me. ”

After a few moments, Eugen walked to the vicinity of Schönbrunn Palace. The interior of the palace hall was brightly lit, and the light peeking out of the window illuminated the empty square in front of the palace.

The rousing music of dance music resounded in the night sky, and aristocratic men and women dressed in fine costumes entered and exited the doorway, and the candlelight shone on their bodies, reflecting the sparkle of the stars.

Walking into the hall, Eugen immediately felt that he was wrapped in a hot air, and the enthusiasm of the people's feast seemed to be transformed into real heat, and pounced on Eugen's body head-on.

The tables in the hall have been filled with carefully prepared food, steaks from Italy's cold jadeite specialty, fresh deep-sea lobster; foie gras and white truffles from France, red wine from Château Lysalus; cheese potatoes from Switzerland; Almas white sturgeon caviar ...... from Iran

It was one of the finest feasts in Europe, and the royal grandeur was on display. If a gourmets of the 21st century come to this banquet, they will surely faint with excitement. Compared to this banquet, the banquet in Kasselburg was as shabby as a farmer's table.

Smelling the enticing scent in the air, Eugen's stomach gurgled and gurgled. He didn't eat anything serious that day, except for some fruit at Miss Cat's.

Walking briskly to the table, Eugen picked up a piece of sweet bread with the scent of wheat, spread a little caviar and munched on it.

Several guests sitting at the table around the table stood up and avoided with disgust on their faces when they saw Eugen's embarrassed eating appearance.

The candlelight was dim in the evening, and they did not recognize this man as the Count Eugen, and thought it was a redneck from some small place.

While the bread was still in his mouth, Eugen pulled a lobster tong from the deep-sea lobster next to him, and at the same time placed a bottle of red wine from Château Lysalus in his hand.

Bright red liquor slid down the throat with lobster meat and wheat bread. Patting his stomach, Eugen opened his mouth slightly, and hiccuped comfortably.

After this set of actions, there was no one around Eugen anymore. Except for a woman sitting across from Eugen and eating ice cream with a spoon.

Her body was straight, her green fingers pinched the small spoon, and the action of eating ice cream looked extraordinary. It's just that her face is hidden in the shadows, so that people can't see her face clearly.

"The count's personality is really heroic, and the way he eats is as eclectic as Alexander the Great was at the beginning." The sound of a spring ringing in your ears is very pleasant just by listening to it.

Eugen stopped with half a loaf of bread in his mouth, raised his head to look at the person opposite, and said suspiciously: "Hey, are you talking to me?" Alexander the Great? Have you ever seen him eat? ”

The man in the shadows couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, how could there be such a chat, isn't this looking for scolding. Then she could not help but be a little annoyed, so she put down the ice cream in her hand and leaned forward, and said, "Hey, Count Eugen, don't you think you are a little ungentlemanly to speak to a lady like this?" ”

Eugen was also stunned, but because of the other party's appearance, he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "Wow, it's so beautiful, it's a bit excessive." ”

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at the other party with a smile and said, "Hey, hey, beauty? Your last name. ”