In the brightly lit Samuel City, the hall on the first floor of the Pearl Castle at the highest point is full of singing and laughter at this time.

Thick gilded stone pillars line the sides to support the first floor of the castle, and glowing golden glow-in-the-dark stone chandeliers illuminate the entire hall.

Two rows of guards in graceful armor flank the center of the hall, juxtaposed with stone pillars, and an ornate carpet made of red antelope wool spread the entire ground floor, darkening in color in the center to form a road-like area connecting the castle gates to the deepest part.

Around the road, a few aristocratic children in neat clothes were running and playing, occasionally teasing the statue-like guards, or running to the shadowy area at the edge of the hall, salivating around the neat weapon racks.

"Smack!"

In the midst of the play, a piece of cake was thrown in the face of one of the guards by one of the little boys, and the children laughed with their embarrassed appearance and the appearance of not moving.

"He's like a strawberry ice fruit"

"No, he's more like a pudding burger!"

"Like a clown......"

The children giggled and pointed unabashedly, but did not elicit a reaction from the guards, as if they had become accustomed to it, and were unmoved. This situation has attracted the attention of adults.

The adults were all in the depths of the hall at this time, and at the end of the dark carpeted road was a large long dining table beautifully decorated with green patterns, and three people were sitting scattered at this time.

The table in front of the fireplace was enveloped in the warmth emanating from the fireplace, and from a distance, the food on the table and the people on both sides of the table seemed a little hazy and trance-like.

But when a beautiful voice sounded, this illusory illusion was immediately shattered.

"Dorian, it's hard to protect Uncle Guard, you can't play tricks on people!"

It was a young woman in a long light yellow dress and a delicate forehead, and she looked a little displeased when she looked at the children with a slightly frowning brow.

"I didn't mean to!"

The little boy named Dorian pouted and turned his head away with a nonchalant expression.

"Whether you mean it or not, you need to apologize. ”

"Why should I apologize?"

"You stained Uncle Guard's face and armor!"

The young woman's voice tended to be stern, but it still sounded slow and graceful.

However, perhaps because of familiarity, the little boy just grimaced at this, and then ran directly to other places with a few friends, shouting as he ran.

"I don't apologize, they're just subordinates, not nobles!"

"You...."The young woman was about to say something, but the children had already run away, and she couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Mr. Morlay, I'm sorry for the behavior of my cousins and cousins, they are so naughty. ”

She looked apologetically at the guard, whose face was covered by the cake, and her voice seemed very sincere, but the guard didn't care much, but smiled at her gratefully.

The two middle-aged men and women at the head of the table watched the scene quietly, one of them was a round-faced, fat-faced, slightly sloppy man with a sandwich in his fork, and grinned at the woman beside him: "Margaret's character is obviously inherited from you. ”

Compared with the appearance of a middle-aged man, this middle-aged woman is much more eye-catching, with meticulously combed long hair, neat long skirts, and decent dining etiquette, making her look like a noblewoman.

In fact, she was indeed a noblewoman, the legal wife of Archduke Gross Samuel, and if Catherine was not a noblewoman, there were few stars in the whole group who could be called that.

It's just that the lady's mood is obviously not very good now, although her expression is indifferent, but there is still a depression lingering between her eyebrows, as if she is worried about something.

Hearing her husband's compliment, Catherine didn't feel very happy, but glared at him unhappily: "Renee is so sad now, you can still laugh?"

The person who can make her speak in such a tone will naturally not be someone else, the round-faced and chubby guy in front of her is none other than the contemporary Grand Duke of Rose, Gross Samuel.

The Grand Duke may be an optimist, but in the face of his wife's questioning, he still did not stop his eating behavior, and while stuffing something into his mouth, he said vaguely: "Don't worry, I have already asked the Bachelor's Tower to send someone over, presumably it will not take a few days for them to reach Semere, and by that time, Renee's illness will naturally no longer be a problem." ”

The Grand Duke's current appearance is a little perfunctory, but it seems that everything is under control, and if he is someone else, it is estimated that he will unconsciously become more down-to-earth.

However, apparently, the noble lady did not eat him, and her melancholy eyebrows unconsciously raised, and she deepened her tone: "Are you so sure that the people of the Bachelor's Tower can cure Renee?"

The Grand Duke thought for a moment, then nodded: "Well, almost." ”

"Almost?"

The noblewoman could no longer control her emotions, and her words visibly turned sharp, drawing the attention of the others in the hall.

"What do you mean by almost? Renee is so sick, can you just say a word? She's still not your daughter? Why are you so cold-blooded?"

Even the children who were playing looked here, and as the only one left at the table, young Margaret naturally couldn't ignore the "conflict" between her parents in front of her, but she just pursed her mouth and shook her head, and looked away in a blink of an eye.

It seems that her reaction is correct, because in the face of his wife's sharp voice, Grand Duke Gross smiled very unexpectedly: "Honey, dissipate your anger, I'm not good at expressing you, it's not that you don't know, and everything you can do has been done, if the people in the Bachelor Tower really can't do it, then what else can we do?"

There is a clear truth mixed with the laughter, and the words of the Grand Duke seem very convincing.

Because of this, the anger on the noblewoman's face gradually subsided, but she slowly began to sob, covering her face, and her voice came from between her fingers, which seemed a little muffled.

"Joan can't afford to be sick anymore, if Renee has another accident, how can you tell me to live!"

Hearing the name, the optimistic Grand Duke Gross also became much duller, and he still spoke comfortingly, but it was difficult to hide a trace of exhaustion in his tone.

"Maybe there is a cure for Qiong'an in the Dawnlight Continent, but it's too far away..."

"No matter how far it goes, you have to find a way!" Catherine said resolutely as she glared at her husband.

Gross nodded hurriedly: "Yes yes dear, I've been thinking of a way and never gave up." ”

"Also," the lady seemed to think of something, and asked hesitantly, "If Qiong'an is allowed to obtain the gift, will it have an effect?"

Gross shook his head at this: "This is impossible, Joan has not inherited the slightest bloodline of the Samuel family in her body, and she will only gain nothing after entering it." ”

"If you try it, you'll know, what if it works?"

"Absolutely not, my dear, and I have already given the qualifications of the gift, and I cannot go back. ”

Hearing her husband's resolute response, Catherine seemed to realize that her thoughts were not correct, so her eyes were slightly dim, but she scoffed at the second half of her husband's words: "It's good for Renee to go in, but you gave this to an outsider, if your uncle knew, maybe what would he say about you." ”

"Naturally, I have my reasons, and my uncle will not oppose me. Gross retorted to his wife.

"Yes, you always have various reasons to be your good man, but it's a pity that you help others, and people still don't appreciate it. ”

Catherine said sarcastically, glancing at her daughter who was looking out of the castle not far from the dining table with tear-stained eyes as she spoke, and added in a low voice: "Joan and Renee have already had an accident, and Margaret must not have any more problems! If Margaret doesn't agree, I won't let you marry her off casually!"

"Yes, yes. Gross regained his cheerful appearance, waved his hand in the face of his wife's words, and then picked up the fork on the table like a pistachio on the table.

"The youngest son of the Chrissy family is still very interesting, you don't know, he...."

Gross muttered the words as he chewed the fruit, but before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly stopped.

A throbbing from the depths of his blood inexplicably appeared, and Gross looked down the window of the hall, and a pillar of fiery red light rose in the distance!