Insulating thunder, no matter how many volts are just scratches left after rubbing, it needs a guide cable.

"Young Master, this is the highest transmission of the Imperial Palace!"

Inserted with golden feathers, red cinnabar seals. Extravagant decoration seems to have a dominant advantage over the value of the letter's contents. It is precisely by virtue of the illusion on the surface that the unconscious tentacles that open the letter are tempted.

"Hmm."

I handed the letter back to Si Qi.

"Young master, don't you want to take it apart and take a look at it yourself?"

The existence of hypocrisy, compared with the statement that the eyes are the window of the soul, the anxious heart is more likely to show the peace of the eyes. Moreover, there is no ripple in the quiet, and there is a great hesitation hidden behind the brief and peaceful scenes. If I can't read Siqi's eyes, it means I'm being put in a trap of deception.

"I refused, and the 'To the Count of Bella' was obviously not directed at me, and the kittens that stole food often do not appeal to the owner."

"You're really nitpicking! So do you want to refuse the royal family's orders? ”

I didn't think that the rhetorical question could increase the humor factor, even if the object was the highest divine command. And looking at Si Qi's face, it is obvious that it is not the kind of cunning that rejects people thousands of miles away, he is more inclined to open the envelope.

"No, I've found a good scapegoat!"

Looking at Si Qi, I can imagine that the corners of my mouth were slightly upturned with a weird smile at that time, which was very attractive.

"It's really a good idea, although I sympathize with such innocent sinners."

Saying that, Si Qi has removed the ink on the envelope, and the experience precipitated by skillful technology is worthy of being the great butler of the Earl's Court.

"Young master, it seems to be very interesting!"

Si Qi replied with a very deliberate look of mockery, and placed the letter on my desk. Flicked the dust off the gloves and slid into the cuffs that didn't have much space.

Regards to Bella Bell:

Hello Master Bell, there is now a game waiting for you to participate, the 'Defend the War Tower' that the King has personally reviewed and formulated. On the day of the King's Birthday Banquet, please guard the tower prepared for you and complete the final potential hidden mission. Looking forward to your joining!

Royal Palace Office

The rules of the game are hard to refuse, and there is no room for evasion. That's how I interpret it. And, of course, the indulgence of power and the absolute authority of the royal family over the Earldom.

"Young Master, how do you reply to the royal family?"

"We don't need to reply, what is written on paper will always be inadvertently exaggerated, we just need feedback on action."

And such a dangerous game is not for everyone, the letters are burned in the furnace, the charcoal is indeed more vigorous, and the flames are rushing. Compared with the written memorization of information, the placement of the mind is of course more important, of course, the practice and the perfect ending are the source of all futility. Moreover, it is a reduction of innocent guilt.

This is the script I received before I came to the banquet, and everything on the surface is too unreasonable to be properly explained. I've defended my tower, and the next thing to do is to uncover the secrets hidden in the depths, only to find that the final outcome is actually a logical manifestation, without any deliberate excavation and ingenious special arrangements.

That's it, stopping, as if I had found a peerless product in a dazzling bazaar market and completed the cheap deception of ignorance at a very low price.

"Shaya, which prince's mansion is this?"

Listening to Yi's uneven breathing, I realized that I had done a very presumptuous thing with the princess, but I really missed it, my childhood sweetheart.

"Well, this is, it's the house of the little prince Vera."

"Can you take me in to meet the owner here?"

"Well, I'm still his big cousin! I don't know if this little guy is still naughty! ”

Naughty lion cubs? I guess the other way around, and I'm pretty sure that although this was only our first meeting, the golden feather on the curtain doomed us to be inseparable in the future. Reasonable plot development.

"Cousin Shaya, why are you here?"

With a very clear but insightful voice, Hermes would be a good template if it were compared to the Athenian gods. Of course, he didn't make me feel too busy.

"Well, this is the son of the Earl of Bella's palace, Bell."

"Predators of humanity? The loyal servant of the royal family, but it is really much cuter than imagined! ”

There was not a hint of confusion on my childish face, and the sudden visit of a 'lovely' man like me tended to doubt my physical features, and it was more like a predator with vicissitudes in his eyes, scars on his face, and funeral dresses.

"Bella Bell of the Earls Court sends her highest greetings to Prince Vera."

"Well, get up, the dress doesn't seem to be suitable for a half-kneeling posture. Besides, it is still a very exciting challenge to let the childhood sweetheart who Sister Shaya often talks about in front of her enjoy this kind of treatment! ”

"Beep, don't talk nonsense, that, that's a little guess,"

I turned my head to look at Yi, who was blushing, the budding but slow to open flowers, and sure enough, words like 'cute' were created exclusively for girls like her.

"Our unruly princess can be shy! So, Bell, what is the matter with you coming to my mansion? It's not like visiting a friend you don't know. ”

It's a very straightforward skepticism, which stems from the naivety of youth (there are boring story books that are basically circulated among the people on the stone platform in the courtyard), but it is easier to talk, after all, after living with a humanoid creature like Siqi for a long time, it is easy to forget the way and tone of ordinary conversation, and the actual meaning of communication is only to make the dialogue more clearly understand the true psychological portrayal of each other, but obviously, I have forgotten a lot.

"Your Royal Highness, I need a leader. Thank you sincerely! ”

"Leader? Haven't the Bellas always been a great leader clan? Choosing a stinky kid doesn't seem like your usual rigorous style. ”

In a word, I don't forget to Caton our family's vision.

"That's right, the absolute leadership of our Bella family over the slave soldiers is only limited to the realm of the Earl's Court and the King's Conferral, and what we are looking forward to is a leader who can control the Earl's Court and conquer the people of the entire land."

"It's a heroic idea, but don't you think it's too pompous? An eleven-year-old boy and a nine-year-old child will add up to the seeds of adulthood, and what kind of opportunity must be there to start such a cause, a great cause for all mankind. ”

It sounds like the prince is happy to be the overlord of one side, no, the overlord of the entrenched world. He's just looking for a step, a mental balance. Naturally, I would easily find the rationality of everything for him, but it was also a corresponding inference as the plot of the script developed.

"Now is the beginning of your career, as long as you want, the sixth generation heir of Earlcourt is willing to create an immortal achievement for you."

"It seems like it's hard for me to say no to such a delicacy, so what should I do now?"

"You just need the next command!"

"Then let's do it! Bella Bell! ”

"Yes, my lord. Head to the ballroom in an hour, and we'll leave the rest to you for the Earl's Court Young Zhuang. ”

Farewell to Prince Vera, the next thing will be the real beginning of the banquet**, and the essence of the script will bloom.

"Bell, Earl's Court, no, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Yi's stupid eyes keep turning, he boldly reached out and touched her head.

"Protect a world, turn a world upside down!"

That's right, to turn a world upside down first.

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