After three bottles of wine, Angelil's face was already visibly flushed, like a beautiful flower ready to bloom.

Oreo was clearly not focused on this, though, as he snatched the last bottle of wine from Angelyl's hand with a hint of concern on his face.

"Are you still awake?"

Angelyl swallowed the sashimi from her mouth, then yelled.

"It's not bad to be drunk! What are you worried about? ”

Thinking about it, Oreo handed the bottle back, but finally said.

"Drink a little slower."

Angelil only felt that her head was dizzy, she had seen a lot of people drunk, and the customers in the brothel became lawless when they were drunk, and she wanted to be lawless too.

But even if she is drunk, she can't be lawless, she can only obediently listen to this man, the world is really unfair.

While thinking about Angelyl, she filled her goblet and stuck a crab leg into it as a straw, which tasted weird, but she couldn't feel it.

Although the undead are not drunk, Angelil's body is indeed slowly getting out of control, she first glared at Oreo like a rabbit, then pushed away several plates in front of her, pillowed her head in her hands, and stared at Oreo with drunken eyes, he kept tilting his head in a daze.

"Oreo Pravor, you don't eat, you don't drink, what the hell are you doing?"

Oreo came back to his senses, and he pointed to the opposite terrace, which was separated by a road, about thirty meters in a straight line.

"I said today was a big day, and Filia's wedding involved a lot of things, and almost everyone was talking about it."

Angelyl then noticed her "neighbors", the guests on the terrace next to her, who were obviously drunk, and listened with bated breath, and could indeed hear them discussing something intensely, almost every word related to Oreo.

She withdrew her gaze and pointed to Oreo's nose.

"I thought everything was under your control, but I didn't expect you to have a day when you were undecided."

"I always thought so before I left Soul Island."

Oreo spread out his right hand and looked at his palm by candlelight, he muttered, "Everything has changed since I came back from Burning Soul Island, not just my plan, Atifa has become less like Atifa, and I have become less like me. ”

"Plan?"

Angelyl frowned, "What was your original plan?" ”

"Maybe it's to take back the country, maybe it's something else, but I forgot."

Oreo gestured around. "So it had very serious consequences, and you saw the consequences. All the gears in this plan are running as usual, and one of the most critical gears has forgotten its duty. ”

"To put it bluntly, I'm not struggling."

Angelil rolled her eyes, "Didn't you just make a decision?" ”

"That's a choice, not a decision, and the choice is passive, and I don't know if it's the right choice."

"Who doesn't have such a tangle as you, you might as well drink some wine and sleep well."

Angelyl picked up the bottle and poured the last bit of wine into Oreo's glass, "I still want a drunkard like me to persuade you, as if you are drunk, I am often depressed and entangled, and I don't see anyone comforting me." ”

"I'm sorry."

Oreo raised his glass, "I hope this matter will end soon, and I'll ask Atifa to spend some time with you every day when you get back to Turin." ”

"I don't want that woman to accompany me."

Angelyl frowned, and she and Oreo clinked their glasses, making a crisp tinkling sound.

The opposite terrace suddenly boiled, and the people there seemed to be drunk, and several men stood up, muttering things like they wanted to give Yesel a new look.

Oreo sat there quietly, and he drank the wine in his glass without grief, and then put it down.

Perhaps it was her own delusion, Angelil suddenly felt that Oreo had matured a lot.

Or in Atifa's words, the man was carrying a little more on his back.

......

Cuarón took Angelyl from Oreo and carried her to the end of the third-floor hallway, where Oreo had once been his room.

"I'm going to sleep with Lord Oreo......"

Angelyl muttered something, but the dutiful valet pretended not to hear it, and he took off Angelil's shoes and socks and stuffed her under the covers.

The quilts and mattresses were bought in the afternoon, and the furniture in the office was made of the best goods in Turin, but Yesel had been nurtured by the Ikra aristocracy for many years, and the material comforts here were far more than those of Turin, and the mattresses were as soft as Angelil's, and the duvet was as soft and warm as a cloud.

"Good night."

The manservant waited by the door, and after seeing Angelyl asleep, he gently closed the door.

He first walked to the first floor and made sure that the door was locked, then he went up the stairs and pushed open the door of the astrological tower on the fourth floor, and Oreo was indeed inside.

He was standing by the small window, wearing the big black coat he wore during the day.

"Is the woman buried?"

"Buried on the outskirts of the city."

The manservant nodded, "I bought a discarded head at the Steel Spirit Exchange, and its loyalty module is still there, and it can be used as a microphone with a little repair." ”

"Hmm."

Oreo nodded, he thought for a moment, and slowly turned around.

"Caron, you can't remember how my father and I left Turin."

Caron nodded.

"Of course, I remember that we were being chased and killed along the way, and seven of the eight Venada steel spirits that left died, and in the end I was the only one left alive."

Oreo stroked the tip of his cane.

"Angelo knows that his father left with eight steel spirits, and he has no reason to let us go. In retrospect, with just two more squads, we would never have been able to leave Jessel, and for Angelo, it was the best chance to settle her worries. ”

Cuarón pondered for a moment.

"At that time, the situation in the empire was not stable, and those pursuers can be said to be all the people Angelo can safely deploy, I think we are lucky enough."

"Maybe."

Oreo muttered, he had been suspicious of something since he found the scroll this afternoon.

His father, His Majesty Augustus Pravor. He was a tall and burly man, but suddenly from one day on, this man became extremely weak in Oreo's memory, and Angelo took advantage of the opportunity to usurp the throne during that time.

After a long journey to Turin, His Majesty Augustus died within a few days, most likely due to the massive injection of dragon's blood.

"No wonder."

Oreo muttered.

No wonder my father had the courage to openly rebel against Emperor Ikra, no wonder he had such an immortal power on the battlefield, it turned out that in the end it was also with the help of the power of dragon blood.

People fear and hate dragons, but in the end, they still have to rely on the power of dragons, and no one in history has a good end for such people.

And he, Oreo Pravor, is not one of them.

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