It snowed heavily for two days and two nights, and the entire city of Nasser was covered with knee-deep snow, many civilian houses were crushed, and the streets and alleys were covered with snow.

At dawn, a member of the royal court's chamberlain came to inform Charles that His Royal Highness Boyle and Duke Clayton would be visiting him before 10 a.m., and asked Charles to clear the snow from the entire Lutecia Street.

Charles looked coldly at the palace attendants who came to report the news, "How did you get here?

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"Lord Earl, I didn't fly here, I came on horseback!"

"You can come on horseback, but His Highness Boyle can't come on horseback?"

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The royal courtiers felt Charles's indifference, but the long-term sense of self-superiority supported him and said fearlessly: "Lord Earl, I think you should understand the identity of His Royal Highness Boyle, how can a noble prince ride a horse on such a dangerous road like me? ”

Charles narrowed his eyes and stared at the court attendants in front of him, his indifference and mocking gaze making him very uncomfortable.

"For His Majesty's sake, I won't beat you today, but you go back and tell Boyle and Clayton that what the Lorraine Legion needs is a soldier who is not afraid of bloodshed, not a coward who has to wail for a long time when he makes a small cut, and no one will clean the road for you on the battlefield, if he can't even march in the snow, then he is not qualified to join the Lorraine Legion. ”

The palace attendants felt embarrassed, and they had to argue with their necks, but they were slapped on the shoulder by Charles, and almost fell to their knees on the ground.

"Remember your own identity, you are not qualified to speak to me, all you can do is to deliver the news for me and His Highness Boyle. ”

The court attendants, who had lost face, walked away in annoyance, but perhaps Charles's words had an effect, and at a little after nine o'clock in the morning, a group of royal janissaries came in the snow, and dispersed their guards near the gate of the Marquis of Lorraine's palace, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Then another carriage drove over, and a group of servants came down with tools to sweep the snow at the gate, and soon cleared a narrow passage, and then carried several large rolls of red felt carpets from the carriage, all the way to the gate of the Marquis's Palace, and spread it under the steps of the main residence of the Marquis's Palace.

At this time, another group of horsemen marched from the far end of Lutecia Street with two banners, and the knight on a white horse was none other than Boyle, the little fat man whom Charles had seen once.

Boyle's riding skills were apparently average, and he walked slowly through the snow for a long time before he reached the gate, where a courteous attendant knelt under his stirrups and used him as a mount for him to step on.

"It's just a broken prince, and he's putting on such a big show like Goryeo Jin Chubby, do you have to bring a special toilet when you go out?" Charles, who was standing on the steps of the main mansion and waiting, couldn't help but say a foul word.

There was such a big movement outside, and the Marquis of Lorraine's palace naturally had to be treated with grandeur, Fani and Olivi, who had already arrived by carriage, helped Charles get dressed together, and then stood at the gate of the main mansion and waited.

The simple and low-key luxury dress is worn on the body, and Charles's figure is becoming more and more straight, and Fani and Olive are also fashionable and beautiful in the same trench coat and skirt, but the most amazing thing today is Linaer, who is standing on Charles's side.

A fiery red dress fluttered gently with the cold wind, and the skirt occasionally floated with the wind, revealing a faint jade fat white, and the fiery red fox scarf set off a distinctive heart-shaped face, like a flame standing out in this snow-white world.

"Charles, could you please speak to Cousin Linar and ask her to change her clothes. This was the third time Olive had whispered to Charles.

"No, she is so big that she has the right to choose the color of her clothes, besides, I am not as close to her as you are to her, can she listen to what I say?"

Charles looked ahead without squinting, ignoring the red-dressed beauty beside him, Olive didn't know that Linar was a very strong transcendent, the three of them were so close that she said three times that Linar couldn't hear it, why did she touch that moldy head?

How do you know that the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, after listening to Charles's words, Linar actually said faintly: "How do you know that I don't listen to your words?"

"Why are you flirting with me again?"

Charles glared at Linar fiercely, but saw a faint sadness in those pink eyes, which touched the depths of his heart at once.

"She's unleashing her charm on me again!"

Charles quickly turned his head away from Linael's gaze, soothing his slightly ragged breathing and heartbeat.

Linar touched out her black eyes, and said lightly after putting them on: "A subordinate must have the appearance of a subordinate, if the boss even has to avoid the color he doesn't like, he still thinks you are weak and incompetent or has a request for him!"

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"Maybe she didn't wear red today to be angry!" Charles didn't answer, but nodded in agreement with Linael.

Prince Boyle finally came closer, and Olive poked Charles' back gently, and Charles slowly walked down the steps to meet the little fat man at the bottom of the steps.

The little fat boyle's face was flushed, and he looked very excited, and he was about to come forward to salute as soon as he saw Charles come down.

"Ahem!"

Two coughs sounded behind the little fat man, and Boyle, who had already developed one leg, retracted his steps.

Charles's face turned cold at the moment, and his sharp gaze crossed the little fat man Boyle and stared at the middle-aged man behind him, judging from the badge pattern on the collar and corner of his clothes, it should be Duke Clayton.

The Duke of Clayton was a blonde man with a straight waist, a slender face and green eyes, and his clothes were dressed in standard Flensian court dresses.

I'm your ancestor!

Bowyle and Clayton stood solemnly, waiting for Charles to greet them first, but they saw Charles fold his arms and pose a pos they had never seen before, looking at them with a sneer on their faces.

"Bastard, how can an earl stand crookedly like a lowly dock worker, and shouldn't he bow down when he sees a prince?"

The three of them were in a stalemate for dozens of seconds, and Duke Clayton couldn't hold his breath, and it must be the two people with higher titles who were embarrassed by such a stalemate.

"Ahem, His Royal Highness Boyle Augustine, second in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Florens, has come to visit Count Bayonne. ”

In desperation, Clayton opened his mouth to bring Bowyle's identity out, waiting for Charles to answer, and it stands to reason that Charles should welcome him at this time.

However, Charles is no longer going to play his cards today.

"I'm waiting for my lieutenant commander and royal liaison, so I don't have time to entertain any second-in-line heirs and bullshit dukes!"

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