Honanstin took a harmless sip of the wine, and he choked. To be honest, he doesn't drink a lot.

"Although I may seem like a Puritan, you are the real Puritan." Honanstin coughed quietly and glanced at Roman's glass, which was empty, and Roman taunted him.

"What is this?" He asked, putting his glass down. This is no ordinary table wine, maybe it is the wine that Roman specially handed him.

"Kawa of the South." Roman watched as he motioned for him to continue drinking, and Honansteen felt an unease in his throat.

"Actually, you should toast Robelk with a glass of wine." Roman spoke, looking at Honansteen's embarrassed expression, Roman replied.

"It's a festive day." This sentence was particularly harsh in Honansdine's ears, because today he not only knew that his sister was going to marry a man who was a year older than her.

He was also half-forced to drink a glass of wine that was not festive at all.

"Don't be like that, Roman." Honanstine put the cup down, he was not happy at all as an older brother.

"Do you really think it's festive?" It was clear that Roman wasn't necessarily very happy, he seemed to be smiling too, and Roman was doing his best to maintain the illusion of peace.

“…… You pretend, and you have to finish this scene for me. Roman raised his empty glass and clinked glasses with him, he really couldn't get used to Honanstine's facial expression, his pain and depression seemed to overflow.

It is clear that Honansteen's sister understands the importance of this engagement better than his brother.

……

Ream's future husband is much older than her.

It was a marriage she couldn't choose but had to face, and when a hand reached out to her in front of her and motioned for her to take it, she knew that her future husband was this man.

Pianpian is polite and handsome, but his expression reveals a little indifference.

The secret of the Tower of Babel's longevity is that they were born with more ears than others.

They could hear voices that no one else could hear, though they knew they weren't as good as their brother. But the moment the man took her hand, she heard the man's heart.

He was pessimistic about the marriage because of Frion's failed marriage and her husband had no expectations for the marriage.

There was never an expectation.

Robelk thought of it this way and was secretly glad in his heart, because the man did not show aggression towards her, which was very good.

It is better for someone to be pessimistic alone than to be hostile to outsiders.

Rhem has been led away from the land of right and wrong, and along the way, Robelk is in a chaotic mood, his state of mind is like he is fleeing, panic and confusion.

Listening to Robelk's chaotic mind was torture for Rhem.

"Hey, stop. I said stop. She shouted to stop, she couldn't hear Robelk's chaotic voice anymore, he was more nervous than she had imagined.

Ever since Frieon's wife arrived on the battlefield, Robelk's inner world had been like a storm.

The man stopped suddenly, his instinctive quick relent, and he lost physical contact with Rim's ears.

The man looked at her, there was emotion flashing in his dove-gray eyes, and Robelk was not as old as Frione nor gloomy as the seventh son of the Buda family, he was a normal man.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Robelk knew that the Babel family had many taboo customs, like on the day of the engagement, he could only see the emerald green cat's eyes of his future wife, and he didn't even know what she looked like.

Sometimes mystery doesn't add beauty, and sometimes too much mystery causes panic.

"Not really." Rem shook her head, she could only take off her veil after marriage, and the widow had to put it back on.

"I just think you're nervous." She motioned for Robelk to extend her hand slightly, although she did not have Honansteen's innate talent, her mission was not much lighter than that of Honansteen.

An emotional marriage can bring two families closer than ever before.

"You're very scared, and so am I." Her fingers touched Robelk's palm lightly, she said.

The sound of Riem's voice was pleasant, and the speed at which she spoke sounded comfortable.

As he felt her fingertips touch his palm, Robelk was convinced that he felt a voice that didn't belong to him.

The same anxiety, the same uneasiness and even a little confused.

"The power of the Tower of Babel." After a while, Rhem's fingertips left, and the voice of his heart disappeared, and Robelk reacted and said subconsciously.

He had heard a lot of things, but it was the first time he had experienced this magical ability.

It should be said that it is a miraculous physique.

"I can feel people's hearts by touching them." Looking at Reim nodded, Robelk saw in his eyes, Reim had a pair of beautiful eyes and a beautiful voice, which didn't mean anything.

Zelli's only daughter was also a beautiful woman, and everyone knew what she was doing.

Robelk turned his back and distanced himself from Rhem.

"Sometimes I wonder what my future husband will look like. It's so reassuring to see you. This kind of compliment, although not convincing, is indeed the voice of Reim's heart.

What she fears most is marrying an old, quirky man.

Rhem was silent, she didn't have nothing to say. Rather, she needs time to see what kind of person her future husband really is.

Roberk felt an inexplicable discomfort because of Reim's words, and he thought of his sister, Reim and Shatifa, who were also girls in the family, and happened to be the same age.

"Do you know how much older I'm than you?" Marrying a husband who does not match his age, everything about the other party is blank, and the hope is in the man......

Robelk almost forgot that the Buda family was now in an advantageous position, and that Raid Rem was weak.

"Yes, but it's not a problem." Rhem quickly replied that it was really not a problem, only a teenager.

"I'm twelve years older than you, do you know what that means?" Robelk turned around and saw that Rhem had found a low-flowered rattan rocking chair to sit on.

"I don't know." He looked at her rocking chair, and sometimes he thought that Shatilfa would be like this when he was a child, and he suddenly felt a little angry, and he felt that Rhem should be a little more vigilant.

"......" was just that Roberke knew what it meant for a moment, but that moment passed away the courage he didn't have to say. He sat down next to the rattan rocking chair in frustration, because the sentence was unspeakable.

This is a kind of surrender between families, a kind of overture.

Rem was sold.

"Can you give me your hand?" Ream smiled, Robelk was surprisingly like Honanstin, they had a good heart.

She saw the struggle in Robelk's eyes, probably because Robelk and Jonanstine's sister were the same age.

"It's abrupt, but I think it makes you less miserable." Ream took the hand of the man sitting next to her and held it with both hands.

She rarely does this, but makes him feel calm.

"Do you feel better?" She heard Shatif and heard what Robelk didn't say, and she felt that her brother's thoughts were strikingly similar.

Feeling the man's tight hand, she guessed that what the man didn't say was probably related to her.

"Don't move, I don't do that very often." The man wanted to protect his heart, so he wanted to break free from her mind, and Rhem spoke out to stop him.

"Don't feel guilty about me, if our future is just guilt, that's sad." However, marriage is not for guilt and repentance, and Reim seems to know exactly how this marriage should develop in order to be healthy.

"If your heart is upset, try to love me." To marry someone is to learn to love someone, and the best respect for a woman is to love her.

After Roberke heard this, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, even if Raid made him feel calm, but he could interpret this sentence for a long time, and he could interpret it a thousand times.

Coming from the Sheho family, Raid seems to be standing on the same level as him, and as a woman, he asks for a future marriage.

It may just be that Robelk privately thinks that she is weak and worthy of pity, and Rhem has never felt that she is a person worthy of pity.

A person who thinks he is pitiful must be a pitiful person.