While the crowd was making a fuss, a servant, who looked like he had come from a noble mansion, brought Duchamp a gift, a cardboard box that was firmly bandaged.

"This is from the palace of King Ream III."

"Reem III gives me a gift!" Duchamp cheered hurriedly, and hurriedly jumped up to open the box to see what it was.

When Olivier heard the words 'Reem III,' he also approached curiously.

Duchamp opened the carton and was immediately ecstatic: "Wahaha, the old man really does what he says, and he can get such a thing." ”

"What makes you so happy?" Learmor was about to pick it up and look at it.

"Stop, have you washed your hands, what if you dare to take such a valuable thing without washing your hands, what should I do if my handprints are stained on it?"

Duchamp jumped up in a hurry, drank Leermu, took out a white glove from his pocket and put it on, and then carefully took out the contents of the box and showed it to everyone.

Seeing Duchamp so solemn, everyone stretched their necks curiously, waiting to see the peerless treasures.

"Wow, what a peerless treasure that the pen has passed through the back of the paper." Duchamp cried out in joy.

Olivier rubbed his eyes, looked and looked, yes, it was definitely Daddy's ugly word!

On the gorgeous gold-sprinkled paper, a line of large letters was written in large letters: 'Erebonia Royal Airship Society'.

Look at the second one, it reads: 'Erebonia Royal Airship Club'.

"What kind of treasure is this, you have to write big characters, let me write it for you, I guarantee that it is ten times stronger than this." Augua pursed his lips, feeling that his father's words were a little embarrassing.

Duchamp got carried away with his treasure:

"Sao Nian, don't underestimate this word, it is a gold medal for avoiding death. When I engrave this word into a glittering golden plaque and hang it on the door of the airship club, who dares to pick up my card, who dares to shout that I want to monopolize the business. ”

"The license for the Airship Club has been approved?" Dietrie rushed over from the other end of the room, he knew something about it.

Duchamp nodded, and patted the box with high spirits: "Hurry up and let your brother take some money out, invest it as share capital, let you change the director, and after you graduate in the future, you will serve in the airship association, wouldn't it be good." ”

"Is the Empire finally going to have a scheduled ship?" Eisenberg asked, squeezing through the crowd.

"That's right, the Lane Ford Society is already launching the civilian airship program, and the empire will become another country after the Kingdom of Liber with an aviation industry covering the whole country." Duchamp said in high spirits.

"Great!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"I can take a regular boat in the future!"

"The empire has finally taken another step towards modernization!"

"Yes, as the number one power in the continent, the empire has always been weaker than the Liber Kingdom in terms of technology, it is really unreasonable, and now it is finally about to catch up?"

The whistle sounded, one after the other, resounding throughout the room.

"Hey, guys!" Taking advantage of everyone's interest, Duchamp proposed: "Do you want to touch the rudder of the airship with your own hands?" ”

"Oh, Styry, can you conjure us up an airship?"

"Don't tell me you kid already has an airship."

All kinds of cries of surprise came one after another.

"You're thinking beautifully!" Duchamp said angrily. "There is an airship in the Lane Ford Society, which is parked at the international airport, these two words are what they want, we took advantage of the words to send them over, and by the way, we have passed the addiction of airships."

"Let's go, what are you waiting for!" Isaac leaped to his feet.

"Can we really touch the rudder of the airship?" Dietrie asked the key question with interest.

"Of course it's fine to touch it, but it's certainly not that easy to drive it yourself, and the captain will worry that we will break the airship."

Duchamp went downstairs, found a communicator, and made an appointment with Irina.

Everyone put on their coats, sorted out their appearances, and walked out.

There is a special rail bus to the airport, and everyone giggles and squeezes into the bus, and each person throws a 5-meter coin into it.

Duchamp himself held the two hard-won calligraphy paintings, found a spacious corner in the rickety bus and stood up, and looked back to see that Isaac and Olivier, the 'wandering singers', each brought their own musical instruments, and fought on the bus.

Since the big PK at the bar that night, the two have never stopped fighting, when the band is rehearsing, when they are harmonizing, and when they communicate in private.

Like now, it's just a bus ride, and both of them can each take out a musical instrument to face off to see who attracts the most applause from the passengers on the bus.

At the moment, they are desperately trying to please the passengers in the car, especially the female passengers.

"Tsk, what an over-energetic child!" Duchamp hugged his baby and leaned against the wall of the car in admiration.

Learmour and Dietrie were standing together and watching coldly, and Learmel complained in a very low voice: "Isaac's heart of turmoil, which has been dormant for many years, has been ignited since I met Olivier. ”

"yes, when I was in school before, Isaac still looked quite normal!" Dietrie complained twice, suddenly adjusted his voice to a frequency that only two people could hear, glanced at Olivier and asked, "As the eldest son in the family, he comes out to mess around with us every day, is there really no one at home to care?" ”

As a member of the aristocratic food chain, Dietrie was one of the few among his classmates who had seen Olivier in royal socials, in the tavern that day, and he quietly confirmed it to Lilmuel when he turned back.

"Shh Learmor hurriedly motioned for him to whisper, and then explained in a low voice in an extremely gossipy and painful tone: "Don't mention this topic in the future, he just announced to His Majesty that he had renounced his inheritance two days ago. ”

"Why is that?" Dietrie's eyes widened as he stared at Lilmuel's mouth.

"Because the status of the eldest prince's mother is low, and the queen also has a young prince, in order not to dislike people." Learmour spoke of this secret news in a tone of regret, and as Olivier's fat boy and royal attendant, he had been mentally prepared for this matter, so he was not very depressed.

"Alas!" Dietrie sighed, born in a noble family, this kind of thing has happened too much.

At the end of the carriage, Duchamp opened his eyes and shook his ears a few times.

Dietrie looked at the two who were trying to win over female votes to prove who was more attractive, and muttered, "Are they considered profligate?" ”

Learmu smiled bitterly: "Indeed, he has been even crazier recently than before. ”

Dietrie said thoughtfully, "This may be the best medicine for him." ”

By the time we arrived at the airport, the bus duel had already been decided, and Olivier had once again won by a narrow margin. Isaac said unconvinced: "It's good to use music to impress passengers, but some people take out a handkerchief from their bodies to tease the little baby who doesn't know the world, what is the matter?" ”

Olivier let out a hearty laugh, and the declaration of victory resounded through the station and the streets: "Isaac-kun, personal charm is also a part of cultivation, is it a sin to have such energy as I am born full of charm, and to be incorrigibly impressed by strangers in an instant?" ”