"Huh?" Ye Maru turned his head slightly, slightly puzzled.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Aglaia, Andrew's loyalty to Her Highness is unique, and I thank Her Highness for her kindness, but Andrew is not willing to be a slave to anyone. Andrew was willing to trade all the family property of the Aite family for the opportunity to study at St. Tak College. Andrew Aite still knelt down on one knee, bent one knee in a half-kneeling position, and repeated what he had just said again, his tone firm and powerful.

Hamaru put down the cup in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Andrew Aite with half-squinted eyes. There was a bit of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

"Andrew is loyal to His Highness." He half-bowed his head, and his slightly childish face showed a fortitude that did not match his age.

There was even a moment when Hamaru felt his sincerity. Originally, the words that made him a slave were just said on a whim, as if it was destined for an instant, just to keep him by his side.

"Aha~ ...... are you? Are you talking to me about terms? Hamaru slowly stood up and walked towards Andrew Aite. She half-bent over, one finger slowly picking up Andrew Aite's face. Slender fingers gently glided over his face, sketching the contours of his face little by little. (To be honest, this skin is really delicate, and it may not have experienced too much wind and rain.) ）

"You? What gave you this idea to be able to negotiate terms with me? Or: What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? Ye Maru hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, raised a trace of interest, and a little sarcasm, he was afraid that he didn't know his situation?

"Huh." Hamaru chuckled, and without waiting for Andrew Aite to react, he turned around and walked out of the manor. She didn't want to care much about Andrew's expression or thoughts, no need, no need to do it, just a whim, don't care too much.

"Go to the Knight's Hall and take him with you." Hamaru said to Ashley's butler.

Andrew watched His Highness Aglaia turn away without the slightest hesitation, and his face couldn't help but freeze a little. He slowly stood up, rubbed his kneeling knees, frowned slightly, and followed.

Ye Maru sat in the carriage that had been prepared long ago and lowered the curtain. The guards stood by the carriage, waiting for the princess's orders.

"Let's go." Hamaru said lazily.

ヽ( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')ヽ( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')ヽ( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')人( ́Д')ヽ( ́Д')人...... (Very vivid guard)

The crowd left the manor in a mighty manner and marched towards the knight's hall.

On the road, passing through the lively market, the buildings are mainly based on the Roman architectural style, the main characteristics are round shape and symmetry, most of them are "dome" roofs, and the style is mainly "round".

The market is full of people, like a melting pot.

"The market here is pretty open...... The commodity economy has developed to a certain extent, but why has the bourgeoisie not sprouted? The existence of the status of a slave is not a sign of high productivity. Ye Maru looked out of the car through the curtain, faintly on the street, and there was a hint of historical melancholy.

However, at this time, Andrew Aite in the pony car behind him was not so peaceful in his heart. "Did I miscalculate?" He asked himself in his heart.