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Although Kyird thinks he is tolerant enough towards Bianko, it is clear that his mother does not agree with this, and even his father is unhappy that he is not mature enough. Kyild had tried to treat the girl normally for his father's sake, but in the end he would still fail in that countenance.

Biancole knows little, but that doesn't mean she's a fool. In the normal communication with many people, the girl is also slowly developing normal habits, although it is still far from seeing her as a normal person who can live alone. Even if Biancole didn't understand why, she knew that Kyild didn't like her.

It was simple, and when the lady and the maids were very kind to her, and even the stern lord would show kindness to her, Kryd's indifference and even disgust was very evident.

She didn't want the other party to take her to Rano and Rosie. The maids wouldn't let her touch too much, except that Melia promised her that she would teach her how to make small snacks when she was able to use the dishes properly. She had nothing to do, and then remembered what Melia had told her, and wanted to ask, but Kyild didn't seem to like the subject.

"Young Master, don't like me?"

Bianco's blunt question froze Kyild's for a moment, and then his face turned cold, though his face never looked good at Bianko.

"Why should I like you?" "My mother wants a daughter, but I don't want a mèimèi. ”

It wasn't long before Kryd put his finger on his brow, and he realized once again that such words still did not make the girl understand what he meant, as was evident from the girl's long silence.

"I hate to see your face, so I hate you." "So don't dangle in front of my eyes," said Kyild, "it will only make me hate you more." ”

Bianko lowered her head, she knew that "hating" was more dislike than disliking. She didn't know what she was feeling, she couldn't tell, as if Madame de Tila had given her all the sour food, or like the reluctance of Rano and Rosé to speak to her when they first came to Pligene. Bianko only knew she didn't like this.

"I'm sorry."

Bianko remembers that when Rano said something that upset Rosie, Rano would say sorry, and then Rosie would forgive her. Kyld hates her, so she makes Kyird unhappy, so she should say sorry.

However, she always felt that Kyild's face had become more unsightly.

"Get out." Kyald even twisted his face in a way that Biankoo couldn't see, "Get out of my house." ”

"Oh."

Bianko obediently walked out of the room, then turned and closed the door. Melia said to remember to close the door with your hand, and when you're the last person to leave or enter the room, you should close the door properly. Kyild told her to leave the house, but he didn't seem to want to come out himself, so she thought she should close the door.

The girl stared blankly at the door for a moment, convinced that she had not heard another shouting from inside the door, indicating that she had done the right thing. So she nodded to herself and walked away slowly.

Listening to the departing footsteps, Kyild let out a slow sigh. He now felt that the task assigned to him by the Demon King was far heavier than he had imagined, and the relationship between the two of them was a pressure for both of them.

Kyild placed the book in his hand on the table, and his eyes caught a glimpse of a very small flat square wooden box, his hands clenched subconsciously.

He just looked at that face, and the thought of this face beside him, he couldn't resist the urge to grab the other person's collar and ask why.

But they weren't the same person, and even if he did, it wouldn't make any sense.

On the table was a large box with a distinctly different style from the pen and paper next to it, containing a lot of tools and scraps of wood. He wouldn't have done these things just to ...... I just learned it. I didn't expect it to turn out ......

Kyild stretched out his hand to the box, and when he was about to touch it, he quickly withdrew his hand as if it had been bitten by a snake.

He once wanted to throw it away, but even if he threw it in the trash in one go, he would eventually pick it up and clean it up. After struggling like this a few times, he could only throw the box there, convince himself not to look at it, just let it stay there.

Kylde rubbed his hair irritably, and slumped into his chair in some frustration.

He was so indecisive that he still refused to throw away the gifts he had painstakingly made for her, and it was no wonder that his father was disappointed in him.

At dinner time, Sigela smiled and whispered something to Bianco, and Padron was looking at paper, which resembled a newspaper. The food on the table had not yet been used, just waiting for Kyild to take his seat.

"Oh, Kaye, you're a little late today." Sigela said gently, "Come and eat." ”

Kyild nodded, and he sat down and began to eat quietly. Biancole looked at him, then at Ligella, and finally looked down at her bowl, looking like she wanted to speak but couldn't, and at first when they were eating together, Biancou was ordered by Kyld not to speak during the meal.

This was the rule of the Nobil family, and in fact, it was a matter of etiquette to dine in a noble family, so Siggra did not object to it. After eating, Ligella watched Kyild return to the second floor, frowned imperceptibly, and then looked at Bianco.

"What's wrong, Biya? What did you just want to say? ”

"The young master ate very little just now, and it was very slow." Biancola looked at Sigela with those round black eyes, "I made him angry before, is he still angry?" ”

Sigela touched Bianco's head and looked at her thoughtfully.

"I can't say that, my dear." She said slowly, "Why is he angry?" ”

The first habit of dealing with the aristocracy all the year round made her think that the girl's speech was scheming, but after looking into those eyes, she could know that what Bianko said was her own thoughts, and as a white paper that had not yet been dyed, this girl was even much simpler than a child.

“…… I don't know. Bianco's eyes averted, and she blinked, "and Melia said, I can ask you if I can do anything to make him happy." ”

Sigera could tell at a glance that the girl was lying, and that her technique of lying was too clumsy.

"It's hard to say when you don't know why he's angry." Ligella pinched Bianco's face, "I can't help either, dear." ”

Bianco's uneasy look was evident, and Sigela and her husband looked at each other and decided to change the place of conversation.

"Come, dear, let's take a look at the clothes, you have to go out tomorrow, it would be rude to wear too simple, and Kayi will not object."

Biancole was dragged into the dressing room in a daze, and even though there wasn't even a maid around, the girl who lacked common sense didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Sigela was choosing a dress for her that would make her as façade as possible but wouldn't catch her son's eye, while chatting seemingly nonchalantly with Bianco.

"Biya, come and see if you like this dress? …… Speaking of which, do you care if Kye is angry? ”

Biancole leaned in obediently to look at the crimson dress, then wrinkled her nose cutely.

"This dress is a bit weird, I don't really like it." She shook her head, "Rano said that being angry is a bad thing, and if I do something wrong and make others angry, I should find a way to make others not angry." ”

"Maybe the dress is too heavy." Sigera picked up another pale pink dress in thought, "Oh...... But what would you do wrong? You can remember what we teach you, and if you get it wrong in something you didn't teach, then of course you can't be angry with you. ”

Biancole tilted her head in confusion.

"The color is also deep?"

"Of course, if you're interested in this, I can ask someone to teach you." "Tomorrow you'll see more things when you go out, and if you want to know, I can find someone who can teach you." ”

Bianco's eyes were shining, and her face was full of anticipation.

"There's already a lot of stuff in Nobile's house here." She said seriously, "Is there more out there?" ”

"Yes, there's a lot more out there." Sigela compared a light green dress to Bianko's, "Oh, this dress looks good, of course, you can remember what you saw and ask me, but I don't think it's as good as you just ask Kui." ”

Biancole lowered her head and looked carefully at the skirt with a delicate huángsè flower pattern on the hem.

"But I can't ask questions to the young master." She said, "Will there be someone else when we go out tomorrow?" Can I ask someone else? ”

Sigela took the dress off and prepared to let the maid come in later to help Bianco try it on.

"Tomorrow, of course, there will be someone else." She winked at Bianko as if meaningfully, "However, it's up to Kui whether or not you can ask questions of others. ”

"Oh......" Bianko wrinkled in embarrassment, "he'll probably be angrier if I asked him." ”

"But you need to learn a little, Biya." Sigera smiled slyly, "For a nobleman, the reputation of the family and the reputation of the individual are almost always the highest priority, and if the person he disciplines behaves ugly, then the person who will lose face in the end is himself." ”

Biancole looked at her incomprehensibly, and Ligella decided to break it down and teach her about it.

While it would have been better for her to tell her son, she couldn't always be their mouthpiece, Bianko always had to learn to communicate with someone who didn't mean well, and besides, frequent communication helped Kylde get rid of the shadow of that woman.

And Bianco's reaction just now made her subtly satisfied. Yes, subtle. Although she did want to get out of Bianco's mouth, the things that the girl was hiding were mostly unreasonable reprimands from her son, but she was very pleased that the girl who had not learned the art of speech was able to keep what she had been told not to tell others.

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