Yes, she is special. Bernie thought.

Although the conversation between the two was very short, only a few words, Bernie could still feel that she had neither the flattery of those women who wanted to please him, nor the pampering of the children of the extended family, but gave Bernie a very special feeling, not a feeling, but a very comfortable feeling.

Maybe it's because the girl didn't flatter, so Bernie didn't have to be on the other side's intentions to use him and beware of the other party's intentions. There is no kind of pampering that Bernie hates very much, but it is very easy to get along with, and there is no shelf, so Bernie, who is used to seeing those "vulgar women", has such a particularly comfortable feeling, right?

Anyway, staying by her side, even if he doesn't talk, just standing quietly, makes him feel very relaxed and comfortable, which may be why so many people like to follow her, right?

Bernie thought.

One of the private rooms on the second floor of the famous "chain hotel" in the imperial capital.

The dishes on the second floor of Yipin Pavilion are the same as those in the lobby on the first floor, but such a private room costs ten gold coins for the "private room fee", you know, one gold coin is already a month's income for a commoner with a good income, and a poorer nobleman, an imperial baron, only has ten gold coins a month.

This alone costs ten gold coins for the room fee, and the poorer nobles are distressed, of course, the real rich people definitely don't care.

And in the imperial capital, there is no shortage of rich people.

At this time, Bernie was leaning on the window on the right side with one hand, looking at the passers-by downstairs with drooping eyelids, and the foot of the wine glass in his left hand shook gently, and the small half of the red wine left in the glass shook with it.

At this time, Bernie was immersed in melancholy, and he almost didn't write the word "melancholy" on his forehead.

At this time, the friend sitting opposite didn't care about him, but held a girl who was called from nowhere in his arms, Bernie remembered that when he just went to call him, he hadn't called a woman yet, this seemed to have just been pulled over at the door of the hotel, and the strange thing was that this girl didn't resist at all, but looked like she was enjoying it.

"Ah~" The girl sitting on her friend Bartlet's lap held a strawberry with a fork in her right hand, signaling Bartlet to open her mouth.

"Ah~" Bartlet opened his mouth very cooperatively to pick it up.

"Is it delicious?" The girl asked.

"Uh-huh......" Bartlet muttered as she chewed, as if savoring the strawberry in her mouth.

"Strange ......," Bartlet muttered as if to himself.

"What's wrong? Are strawberries not fresh? No, everything in Yipincurie was just sent from the ranch, absolutely fresh......" The girl wondered.

"Strange ......," Bartlet frowned, "I don't know why...... This one tasted better than anything I'd ever eaten before. Bartlet slammed his mouth as if reminiscing.

The girl seemed to react, and gently hammered Bartlet's chest with her left hand, "I hate it~"

Bartlet grabbed the girl's left hand, "Ouch ~ it hurts so much ~ Rub it for me ~"

Bernie, who had just watched the crowd of people passing downstairs for a long time, just turned his head back, and when he saw such a scene, he just silently rolled his eyes in his heart and continued to turn his head to look around at the scenery.

Bartlet, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said to the girl in his arms, "Honey, I have something to do today, you go back first, okay?" ”

"My house is in Carter Street, and the largest house is my house, you just tell the janitor to find Bartlet~" Bartlet waved goodbye to the girl.

Until the girl walked out of the room and led the door.

"Bartlet, such a girl, it's better to touch less for seconds, isn't this obviously for your status as a young and wealthy aristocratic lord?" Bernie frowned.

"Hey~ Take it easy, my brother, how do you talk the same as my dad." Bartlet filled his glass with red liquor.

"They want money, they get what they want from me, and I can get what I want from them, and that's a fair deal." Bartlet shook his head.

"Okay, don't talk about me, talk about yourself, don't say that you are idle and want to contact me, so you called me out for dinner, called me out, and didn't say anything, just one person drinking out of the window in a daze...... "Maybe it's because there is only one friend in the room?" Bartlet's food in one hand, wine in the other, chewing something in his mouth, and talking without any aristocratic image.

"I'm drinking out the window in a daze? Isn't that just how much fun you're having with that new girl? Bernie said.

"O conscience of heaven and earth, my brother, with what I know about you, you can see whether you want to speak or not, just look at your expression. When you first started, you didn't know what to say, did you? Since you don't know what to say, do you want me to sit here and drink out the window in a daze like you! You're in a daze, and you don't want me to find a girl! ”

"No, you're done in a daze, and you finally want to say it, I don't understand that I'll let her out, and then listen to it?" Bartlet's words were vibrating, and he looked very reasonable.

"You're stupid." Bernie scolded angrily.

"Bartlet." Bernie's tone changed.

"Huh?" As if sensing the seriousness in his friend's tone, Bartlet's mouth was still eating, but the sound of chewing became quieter, and a pair of eyes looked at each other quietly, waiting for the following.

"I'm ......," Bernie muttered, tilting his head to finish the glass in one gulp.

"I seem to be in love." Bernie let out a long breath of wine and spoke.

"Huh?! Miscellaneous......! Belch...... Cough...... Ahem, ahem! Ahem, ahem! Bartlet seemed to choke on a mouthful of rice he had just eaten, and a mouthful of rice squirted towards Bernie, who was sitting across from him.

I saw a layer of light blue light appear out of thin air in the air, blocking the rice.

Bernie frowned at the removal of the magic shield, and the rice in the air lost its support and fell onto the food plate on the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahem, ahem...... Ahem...... Uh-huh......" Bartlet picked up the kettle with boiled water, and took several sips before relieving his breath.

"I'm sorry, I originally came out of me, and I knew you had something to say just by looking at you."

"I was only ready to hear the news of the destruction of the Austin Empire...... For what you said, you are not mentally prepared enough. ”

"Oh, first of all you have to know that I don't mean anything else, as your best brother, no one else can see it, I can't see it? You're eighteen years old, aren't you? Eighteen years old or virgin aristocrat? God, I'm afraid the imperial capital can't find the second one. No one will believe you when you say it, don't look at you as if you are usually very good at picking up girls, in the eyes of a real connoisseur like me, you can see at a glance that you are a parallel import. Bartlet shook his head.

"People don't know you're a place, I know, I thought you had some other special hobbies, and I'm a little scared every time I go out alone with you......"

"Whew!" "Bump!" A water polo shot grazed Bartlet's neck and smashed into the wall behind him, making a basketball-sized hole, but the walls of the private room were quite thick, and the hole was more than half a meter deep before it penetrated the other room......

But Bartlet was very calm, just spread his hands,

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, you say it, I listen, okay? You're in love, and then what? Bartlet raised his glass, looking eager to smell it.

And then ...... I don't know what to do......"