Angelelle wasn't worried about drugs or anything else in the wine, she just didn't like to drink in non-social situations-

Besides, she's had drunk enough tonight.

But out of curiosity about Oreo, she pursed her lips slightly, picked up the red wine glass in front of her, and drank the amber liquid from the glass.

Ottaman also raised his glass and touched it in the air. His movements are natural, as if the two are close friends.

"Lord Pravor—that's what everyone called him back then—but you know, the continent of Ecasina has been at war for many years, and the continent is changing rapidly, and it's not uncommon for prominent nobles like him to be incognito."

Angelyl frowned slightly.

"Incognito illustrious nobleman?"

"Don't you know?"

Ottaman raised an eyebrow, his interest growing. "In the Iqra Empire, which once entrenched the entire continent, Pravel was a big surname, and their family was the prime minister of the empire for generations...... I don't think I need to say much about the rest of the story. ”

"I know,"

Angelelle nodded, she had drunk some wine tonight, and seeing Ottaman so kind, she gradually relaxed.

"The war with the dragons has caused untold suffering to the people, and the huge empire is overwhelmed, and it is inevitable that it will eventually disintegrate...... In this case, it is possible that Monsieur Oreo is a great nobleman, but I still wonder what happened after he came to Turin. ”

"After coming to Turin?"

Ottaman rubbed his forehead, wondering where to start.

"He was very wealthy, and the nobles of Turin were happy to be friends with people like him, only to find out later that he was nothing more than his last fortune."

“......”

Angelyl licked the corners of her mouth, still with the sweetness of red wine between her lips.

The story told by Ottaman and her sister was completely different, which made Angelelle want to find out what kind of person Mr. Oreo really was, so she probed slightly.

"And then?"

"He still made a lot of friends, such as His Royal Highness Redia......"

Ottaman paused, he wondered if he should give the most accurate assessment of this friendship, but he thought about it, "Later he participated in that adventure in 223, in which he lost his wife and the friendship of His Highness Rhaea, as for the later events, I think you will know better." ”

With that, he raised his glass again.

"Miss Angelyl, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"I still don't know what kind of person he is,"

"I never knew what he was thinking," she muttered. ”

"Huh,"

Ottaman let out a sarcastic laugh, "The down-and-out aristocrat is trying to revive the glory of the family, and he is carrying a lot of things......"

By talking and clinking glasses, Ottaman and Angelil drew closer, one hand raising a glass to drink, the other resting on the back of Angelil's chair, not far from her shoulder.

Angelyl answered, tilted her head slightly, and drank the wine in her glass.

It was at this moment that the hand landed on her shoulder.

Pressed to her ear, Ottaman whispered.

"For a young girl who has never been in the world, a man who bears the past is indeed mysterious, but in everyone's opinion, Lord Pravor can only spend the rest of his life in the Ninth Street."

"I think you're wrong."

An abrupt voice came from the window. I don't know when the floor-to-ceiling window was opened, and a thin figure was standing in front of the window. He looked out the window at the starry sky, his face full of melancholy.

"Lord Altaman, I've moved to Tenth Street."

After saying this, he turned around, glanced at the hand on Angelyl's shoulder, and frowned slightly, like a father who happened to bump into his daughter and boyfriend.

"Angely, it's not too early, we should go back."

Angelyl quickly stood up, and she ran quickly to Oreo, whispering.

"Mr. Oreo, I ......"

Oreo waved his hand, and the gesture alone made Angelyl shut up.

He let Angelyl take her arm, then squinted at Ottaman.

"Your Excellency Otman, then we won't bother, I invite you to come to watch the competition tomorrow on behalf of Angelyl, I hope you can enjoy your face."

With that, he walked straight towards the door, and Angelyl followed him, and she glanced cautiously at Ottaman, who was staring at her expressionlessly.

"Stop."

Before the two of them could take two steps, Ottaman's voice echoed through the hall.

Oreo paused, tilted his head slightly, and observed Ottaman.

He was dressed in a red gown, and the silhouette of leggings could be seen at the junction of the gown and riding boots. There is a black mark on the riding boots, which is supposed to be the dirt from the hunt.

Overall, Ottaman was a normal aristocrat.

Seeing that Ottaman was slow to speak, Oreo reminded.

"Lord Ottaman, is there anything else?"

Ottaman glanced at the door, his face returning to normal.

"Sir Pravor, don't you think there's something wrong with your behavior?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, I'm just here to pick up my friend home."

Oreo said as a matter of course, "Then Lord Ottaman, we'll see you tomorrow." ”

Ottaman leaned back in his chair and said slowly.

"Shall I let you go?"

The statement was a threat, of course, but Oreo ignored him.

He didn't even glance at Ottaman and reached for the doorknob.

Sure enough, the door was locked.

"Huh."

He chuckled and looked at Ottaman.

The young nobleman was pouring himself a drink, as if he were preparing to enjoy a farce.

With a snap, Oreo snapped his fingers.

Angelyl stared at him nervously, wondering what would happen.

Except for the occasional rumor seeping into the hall, nothing happened.

"I'm grass."

Oreo cursed and pulled his cane from his waist, trying to point it at Ottaman's head.

But the two maids walked out quickly, their posture was slender, and the calves under the skirts were as bare as lotus arms—

Of course, it would be nice to be able to put down the rifle in your hand.

Oreo moved the muzzle of his gun, and the two maids followed suit, presumably the trained bodyguards of the Oberon family, which made him unable to shoot Ottaman with a single shot.

“......”

The assassination was unwarranted, Oreo lowered his gun stupidly, "Angelil, stand up to me, I'm going to start negotiating." ”