After the three-day festival on the 10th anniversary of the founding of the kingdom, all of Constantinople returned to calm and the people returned to normal life.

However, the Imperial Seminary was not deserted by the passing of the festival, most of them were the children of the nobles of the kingdom, and they did not forget to show off their family to receive the royal reward in the festival in the academy. And this is not only a personal honor, but also a comparison of power between the dignitaries of the entire royal capital.

"This is the Oriental spice that His Majesty has given from ancient Persia, and even the royal family has very few collections." Surrounded by the children of the nobility was a young man, and everyone watched him proudly flaunt the fragrant spice. And he also has this qualification, and unlike most nobles, he comes from the Clostau family, one of only a few families to be made a duke.

"Hmph, you upstarts like the Kloseau family will only show off this." A sarcastic voice reached the ears of the aristocratic boy from afar. After the crowd walked out the proud aristocratic maiden looked at the spices flaunting in the hands of the young man with disdain.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, and the aristocratic boy seemed to be irritated by this prickly remark. But after seeing the girl's face clearly, his face couldn't help but stiffen.

"It's Duke Andrews's daughter, Miss Granny!" The aristocratic prince also had to hide his previous anger at this time, and said with a smile.

Although the heads of the Klosso family and the Andrews family are both the founding dukes of the kingdom, in fact, four or five Klosso families may be worth one Andrews family, and they cannot be the same at all. In terms of political opinions, the Andrews family is on the side of the military department, while the Klossoe family is biased towards the royal family, but the Duke of Klosso, who was born as a speculator, is far from being able to match the Duke of Andrews, who was born in the military, and cannot conflict with them on the surface.

Naturally, Granny would not show off the emperor's reward like an upstart, but he was not used to the appearance of the aristocratic prince in front of him. And more importantly, Granny's hatred and contempt for the Klosso family, the noble son in front of him is only the illegitimate son of the Duke of Klosso, and this is all thanks to the merry Duke, but this deeply hurts the sister of Duke Andrews, the Duchess of Klosso. This also directly led to the discord between the two families.

Granny snorted, ignored the other and left the hallway back into the classroom.

However, she didn't expect to see the person she didn't want to see.

Sophia still lives a solitary life like an ascetic, although under the premise of her amazing learning ability and the teaching of Constance Dante, Sophia is comfortable with the academy's tutorials, but she never tries to get close to others, and she is usually extraordinarily inconspicuous.

But for Granny, the Herod girl was particularly disgusting to her. Not only its Herodian lineage itself, but also because of hatred of the new Roman Empire. Although the kingdom had granted citizenship to the obedient Herod, that hatred for her could never be extinguished.

But Granny wasn't prepared to trouble Sophia at this time, because a dazzling girl walked into the classroom. Although the long gorgeous hair was cut short and the clothes were plain, it still could not hide the glory of the princess.

And Ann Loste also noticed Granny, "Hello, Miss Andrews. Although it was as gentle and easy as before, Ann Lotte did not have the radiant look she used to have.

Granny was about to speak, but saw Her Royal Highness walk to the windowsill and look at Sophia, who was fluttering under the roof.

"Miss Sophia?"

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On the commercial street of Constantinople, Consitine Dante and Yulia stand in a humble machinery shop.

"Is it necessary for you to follow me all the time?" Constance Dante looked at Yulia, who had followed him from behind him as soon as he went out, and asked helplessly.

"Mr. said it was too dangerous for you to go out alone, so I was asked to follow you."

"I think it's more dangerous for you to follow me." At this time, Constance Dante remembered the first meeting between the two people, and he still had palpitations and felt a chill.

"Where is this?" Constance Dante looked around, the cold machines in the dark space had a unique atmosphere, and the mechanical shop that was plain on the surface actually made people feel a little strange.

What's more, this is a bustling shopping street, and who would open a dirty and cramped mechanical repair shop here.

I just wanted to come out and breathe, but I was dragged here by this girl.

"Also one of Mr.'s collaborators." Yulia replied, walked to the counter and rang the bell.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen." Suddenly, a strange man popped up under the counter, startling Constance, but Yulia ignored it.

"It's a pity that I didn't succeed in scaring little Yulia this time." "Weirdo" said with a look of disappointment, and had to call him a weirdo, if Priskas was only a little raunchy at times, then the man was outright sloppy. A messy head of hair like a bird's nest, glasses with cracked lenses, and the most conspicuous beard is also densely turned, as well as a coat with full body oil, the original white overalls make people think that they are pure black at first glance.

"Forty-seven times, Plushenko. The gentleman called me to pick up the goods. Yulia gave the other party a blank look and said. This Rus' from the north does not have the fierceness of the orthodox Slavs, but has the cunning of the eastern desert peoples, although he usually seems a little off the line, but this man is definitely a dangerous person.

"Hey, why didn't little Alyssa come?" Prushchenko looked at Yulia's Constance Dante and asked, but his eyes were like a hyena looking at his prey, which made Constance Dante feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"That's not something you need to know." Yulia suddenly accentuated her tone, undoubtedly a warning to Prushenko that Constance Dante's identity was still classified, and Plushenko was only a business collaborator, and it was difficult to guarantee his credibility.

But as if he hadn't heard, the Ross grinned and leaned out of the counter and stretched out his hand to Cons.

"Hello, my name is Nikolai Petrovich Plushenko. Meet for the first time! ”

And Constance Dante did not hesitate to deal with the black engine oil in the other party's hand, after all, he also made a living in this business in Findel. "Hello, my name is Constance Dante, and I am Professor Preskas's new assistant and student."

"That's right!" A subtle smile appeared on Plushenko's face, "Then welcome here for the first time, Constance Dante-kun." ”