When the maid passed the word to Hilda, she was looking through the magic books in the study, and the things taught by Zhou Han gave her a real headache, she was not a person who gave up easily, but after the baptism of the occult, she began to waver.

"Your Highness, the Duke of Celtic has asked you to receive him. The maid said to Hilda.

"No, just say I'm busy. Hilda didn't lift her head.

The maid went out to reply, and returned in a moment, followed by a man who was none other than Celt Durau, Hilda's titular fiancé.

The maid stood aside, her head bowed deeply, and at a loss, Celtic ignored her and walked straight in.

Hilda's long blonde hair was scattered over her shoulders, without any headdress, she wore a long off-white dress, and the corset perfectly framed her figure, and on the deep ravine was a diamond pendant, which was tied with a platinum necklace on an elegant, snow-white neck, which was worth millions of gold coins.

"Jona, you step down first. Hilda said.

The maid stepped back, and Celtic followed behind her and closed the door to the study.

Hilda, with her back to Celtic, did not react in the slightest, and she picked up the porcelain cup on her desk, which was trimmed with gold and contained black tea.

Everything went as planned.

Hilda was ready to withstand Celtic's wrath.

"What about the man?" Celt said in a low voice, trying to suppress his anger and maintain what little decency he had left.

"He didn't come today. Hilda's tone was natural, as if she were talking to an old friend.

"Then he came yesterday. ”

"Here he comes, he's been coming all this time. Hilda turned to look at Celtic, and she was still so beautiful, like an angel falling into the world.

Celt suddenly laughed, he waved his hand, scratched his head again, and said: "Why did it happen like this, I love you deeply, but the relationship between us, I, I, I'm a little confused now." ”

He gestured back and forth between the two of them with his hand, which looked very funny.

"Celt Durroux is my fiancé. Hilda said.

"Celt Deroux is your fiancé?" Celt laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke, the corners of his eyes twitching, his expression contorted with hideousness.

"You know I'm your fiancé, huh?" Celt swooped forward and knocked the porcelain cup from Hilda's hand.

His arms were bruised, and his five fingers were like eagle talons, clamping at Hilda's throat.

His body was trembling wildly, the strength of the tiger's mouth was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and he couldn't help himself, Hilda couldn't breathe, and a blush quickly appeared on his face.

"My dear, why do you want to do this to me? Do you know my love for you? I would rather die for you, but why do you torture me like this, no one in the world dares to do this to me, no one dares to do this to me. "Celtic

Hilda gasped, her chest heaving violently, but she still squeezed out a smile, "Then you will die, for me." ”

"Why? Can you tell me why?" Celt let out a long howl, and the windows of the room trembled.

"I don't love you at all, and you love yourself more than I do, and if you really love me, why bother with the gossip?

Celtic was on the verge of collapse, and the green tendons on his neck seemed to explode at any moment, "Then you will use your mistress to humiliate me?"

"He's not my mistress. Hilda replied calmly.

"And he's here to make you tea every afternoon?" Celt roared like a vicious dog.

"He is a prophet, a revelator. Hilda said seriously.

Celtic could not understand what Hilda said: "You have been playing with me, haven't you, poor Celtic has been being played by His Royal Highness the noble princess, Allah!"

"He's not my mistress, ridiculous, you never believed me, is that what you call love?" Hilda smiled proudly at Celtic as if she were a victor and Celtic was defeated.

Celt's hand gradually loosened, his arm hung limply, his expression was dumb and embarrassed, he had never conquered her, not even for a moment.

"I love you, my dear. Celt hung his head, muttering.

He looked up again, his eyes already red, as if he were bloodthirsty.

Before Hilda could react, Celtic threw her to the ground like a beast.

He kissed Hilda's lips and frantically sucked her breath as he hugged her so tightly that he almost crushed her.

Hilda couldn't resist, Celt was a silver warrior and the chief of the Imperial Capital Guard, and he had been outside for many years, and he had endless strength in his body.

Suddenly, Celtic wailed loudly, he jumped up like an electric shock, and he spat a mouthful of phlegm, all blood.

Hilda bit his tongue.

Hilda clearly underestimated his anger, it had completely exceeded her expectations, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, she clutched her chest and moved to the corner, at this moment, her mind went blank.

Celtic's anger had mostly dissipated.

Hilda, disheveled, leaned in the corner, her hands clasped on her legs, her face buried in her knees, like a frightened kitten.

Celtic had never seen her look like this since the day Celtic met her, and this time he won.

Celtic straightened his shirt and said, "I know where your mistress lives, in the same manor I fucking gave you, Kanter Manor. ”

"He's not my mistress. Hilda's voice was still calm, and her mood didn't seem to change much, but tears were already streaming from her closed eyes, wetting her snow-white thighs.

"I will kill him, hold his body behind the carriage, and you will sit with me in the carriage through the busiest streets of Shelley's capital. Celt said indifferently.

"You can't beat him. Hilda didn't want to say a word to Celt anymore.

"As a guarantee of the honor of the Duru family, and in the name of the Lord God, that bug will surely die under my sword. With that, Celt turned away.

After Celtic left, the maid rushed in, and she hugged Hilda and cried.

Hilda looked up, her eyes were empty, her beautiful eyes had lost color, the despair was eating away at her, she was lost in the wilderness, crying out helplessly, but no one heard.

Her father and brother couldn't wait for her to marry Celtic tomorrow to ease the contradictions between the imperial government and government, and the only mother who felt sorry for her was far away in heaven.

The soldiers were training in the square, the sound of trumpets and footsteps came from afar, and she was so lonely in the great palace that the tenderness brought to her by the alien who had descended from the sky was infinitely magnified, and her eyes widened, and she thought childishly like a little girl: If only His Excellency Stephen were here.

His Excellency Stephen had recently become obsessed with the symphony, because he had discovered that the old butler Oude could play the violin, and that music was the precious food of the spirit, so he immediately begged Oude to train the other servants, teach them piano, harp, and the like, and then form a private band for him as soon as possible.

"It would be perfect if there was a phonograph. Zhou Han sighed.