"Tell me, Olves, what's bothering you!"

She raised her eyes as bright as a galaxy, as if they were spinning the most beautiful light blue gems in the world, but the aristocratic etiquette she was ordered to observe told her that she could not tell the truth to the young man in front of her at this moment, and the only thing she could do was to withdraw her hand from the glass tea table before the handsome blond young man let go, intentionally or unintentionally.

She could understand very well the abundant and useless time of His Royal Highness the Ten Princes, who had been away from the throne since he was a child. If it weren't for the teacher's chance to leave, the people in the family would have more or less scruples, instead of opening the door to His Royal Highness the Ten Princes in her little leisure.

She gently lifted her back away from the wicker chair and straightened her posture. If only an eagle flew by from the sky now, Olwes thought she would take out the yew longbow and tear the chest of the angry eagle.

The Tenth Prince Angdered glanced at the soft curves of the mountains, and then at the gilded envelopes on the tea table that had been stacked in just a quarter of an hour of Olves's free time, all of which had been handed over little by little by the knights of the Goldmers family, and they must have received a lot of benefits.

Even if his royal teacher taught him to always be like water, and always keep a spring breeze and water posture for these noble courtiers, at this moment he could not tolerate the incomprehensible customs of these noble children.

It was as if even if they could not enter the door of Goldmers' house, they still wanted to make him sit in the door uncomfortably, and if they thought so, they had indeed achieved their goal.

Ordinary praise and praise obviously can't arouse the joy of the beautiful woman in front of him, but he has to use his broad and interesting knowledge to open her heart and ask her to acquiesce.

However, he still smiled gracefully, at least compared to after this girl's taste changed to black tea and red wine, his chances were much better at this moment.

He remembered the information he had told him from the secret message he had told to watch Olves's every move, that the gifted goddess who was as bright as the moon seemed to have been interested in astrology since she could read, even though it was not in her teacher's teachings.

He put the silk handkerchief painted with the golden eagle back in his sleeve and said with a smile, "Olvis, if your unusual troubles are difficult to solve, I suddenly remember that there is a book of astrology that happens to be in my house. ”

He shrugged his shoulders, smiled playfully, took out a beautiful and simple book from his sleeve and placed it on the tea table, and said, "Maybe our mundane troubles are not worth mentioning under the endless starry sky. ”

Orves looked at him in surprise, but she really didn't expect such a poetic and philosophical sentence to suddenly come out of the mouth of the Ten Princes, who was not good at literature, although some things were destined to be fruitless, but the time when some wisdom flashed was quite moving.

She looked lightly, it was Lokimede's Peeking at the Gate of Destiny, a landmark work in astrology that seemed to be the only surviving copy in the palace of the Ten Princes, perhaps because he brought it with him without knowing its value, but she had to pay equal respect to its master, even though it seemed that His Royal Highness the Ten Princes had buried his eyes beside him.

She smiled rather bitterly, but in the eyes of the Ten Princes, this smile was like a holy unicorn leaping in the ancient forest filled with wet mist, it was not even the beauty of the world, he stood up and left to salute and looked at Olves's eyes a little straight.

After seeing the servants send His Highness away, Olweis picked up the book from the tea table, which was more expensive than gold, and spread it on her lap, and gently brushed away the hindrance silk handkerchief that covered the title page of the Ten Highnesses, but the pupil was attracted by the handwriting, and involuntarily read the first paragraph.

"It is said that the seven gods who are in charge of destiny have such a rule when they bless a person, listen to that person's heart, give him the first to fifth precious things in his heart, and then take away the things he ignores at random, as if the one taken is only to awaken him in happiness. ”

Olwes frowned, flipped to the second page, and saw that the book continued, "It's ridiculous that this is not the case. Misfortune and happiness cannot be simply added or subtracted from people, and there are cases where a rat poop spoils a pot of porridge. If you are not careful in the face of fate, the slightest mistake will be doomed. ”

"Bang!"

Hearing the loud noise in the garden, the knight rushed over the gallery in an instant, and the servants reacted more slowly, but in a more orderly manner, and the crowd poured into the garden, but there was no major event such as assassination and kidnapping, only the glass tea table that fell to the ground, and the celadon jade pot that the eldest lady loved did not escape its fate.

The sharp-eyed maids saw that Olweis's white palm opened a long wound, and they were all so frightened that their faces were pale, and they ran over and knelt on the sewage of the milk tea to carefully bandage her. No one knew how the eldest lady, who was always like a spring tea, lost her temper, and the knights who ran errands for the noble young masters stood aside in a cold sweat.

Olwes let out a sigh of relief, gently but unmistakably pushing the maids away, chanting a few obscure incantations in her mouth, and the wound on her hand healed in a cloud of white light.

The eldest of the knights walked up to Olwes, knelt down on one knee with a guilty face, and said, "Miss Olves, please forgive Castro for his mistakes!"

Olwes glanced at him, the most loyal knights should have the courage to bear the fault, but fortunately they are not the knights of the core of the family, so she shook her head and said, "Mistakes are not to be forgiven, but to be punished, Usyk!"

A silver-haired old servant who looked like a butler took a step forward and said, "Miss, the old servant is here." ”

She sighed and said, "I don't know what mistakes they made, but you must know that before today's dinner at Marquis Roth's house, I hope that I will be accompanied by a few innocent knights." ”

The silver-haired butler's head was buried even lower, as if he were the one who had made the mistake, and said, "The old servant understands. ”

Olwess no longer looked at the knights who had undoubtedly been expelled from the House of Goldmers, and walked out of the garden, believing that Usyk would be able to handle the matter well, for it was her seemingly conniving mildness that had been holding Usyk back from cleaning up.

The knights were pale and stunned, for Olwes had left with their backs to them, and even their long-cherished pleas were useless, and the sudden determination of the fourteen-year-old girl made them suddenly helpless, and they looked up only to meet the cold gaze of Usyk with a sneer.

The glow in front of her flashed out, symbolizing the failure of the portrayal of the magic array, all of which stemmed from Olweis's uncalm mood at the moment. Fourteen years later, he still couldn't accept the fact that he was reincarnated as a girl, even though it was equivalent to a second life, enough for him, an atheist, to worship the gods of this other world with gratitude.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary scientific researcher who had no weight and was purely doing useful or useless work for the progress of human civilization, but in this life, he has come to a place where he can judge and decide his own value. Because there are too many wonders and unknowns in this world, the rules seem to be broken all the time.

Born in the Duke's house, with an excellent magical physique, all this should have been a good start.

Olveis sighed, embarrassed not by the body of a girl, but by the soul of a man who was over twenty-five years old in a previous life, born and raised in the body of a girl, and that the girl, or herself, was beyond the ordinary sense of the calamity of the country and the people, not to mention the more seductive cloak that her illustrious family background had put on her.

Watching this group of aristocratic young people in the empire come one after another, Olveis has to say that she is indeed a little scared in her heart, as her figure has become more and more slender over the years, it has taken a lot of effort for her to take care of herself, not to mention any things like open-minded voyeurism in the novels of the previous life.

Speaking of voyeurism, Olwes gritted her teeth even more, if it weren't for those great magicians of the family, the Magister would not have accompanied this group of young people to mess around, plus her magic level has always been two mountains ahead of her peers, she really can't cope with these strange methods.

It's hard to imagine that in his previous life, he could still talk to some brothers about orbital affairs and smile at each other, but today he has to be anxious about the behavior of a group of young people of the same nature in a foreign land.

That's enough!

Remembering the gift he had given to him not long ago, Viscount Geoffrey, the second son of the Marquis of Kobrov in Kobrov, the fine goose-yellow stockings, the letter also divided into thirteen paragraphs about the noble fourteen-year-old, who had no color but goose yellow, and almost demanded that Olves should wear a sky-blue dress and a crimson headband, as well as white martin boots worn by wild girls of the Northwest.

Whenever this happens, Olwes will remember the preciousness of the moral construction of the motherland in the past, and presumably to a figure like Viscount Geoffrey, in his previous life, no one would be stingy to give him a few more seven-dollar bullets.

"Miss Olwesse, Madame, they have already begun to prepare. ”

A voice came from afar, and Olwes lit the candlelight, and at the empty door of the magic laboratory was the maid of the Goldmers family, who was standing by the door with her head bowed.

Olwes touched the cold, mysterious and delicate platform of light, and a smile could not help but appear on her lips, and it turned out that no amount of trouble in this world could prevent her from throwing herself into the unknown temptation and forgetting the time in the previous life.