Seventy-one, play fan

In the early morning, the sun hangs high in the middle of the sky, selflessly shining on the earth, and emitting sweaty light and heat because of excessive enthusiasm......

Well, it's no longer morning, and even the morning has long since passed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was noon.

But for Van der Almac's closed room, noon and early morning were almost the same.

The door to the Duke's bedroom was closed, and the most prominent nobleman in the duchy had gone completely mad with Miss Alicia last night, and he seemed to be still relying on sleep to recover his pitiful physical strength.

On the contrary, Miss Alicia, who had been entangled with the Duke for most of the night, got up early and started a new day's work.

For this young lady, who served as the Principality's Inspectorate, it was already common for her to compress her sleep time to get her work done, so that even a little stay up late would not be like the drained Duke who could not wake up until noon.

At this moment, the girl walked to Fan's room and felt sorry for herself all the way.

Unconsciously played a pillow battle with Fan's stupid guy for most of the night, and now in retrospect, the girl herself can't tell how this farce unfolded in the first place, and she always feels confused and fights with Fan, and now Elle feels incredible that she will be brought in by Fan, for a lady, it is too stupid.

Anyone who has this strange ability to make people naturally follow his pace, is this the Duke's inherent talent?

Thinking all the way, Alicia gently pushed the door open.

The room was dim, most of the daytime sunlight was blocked by the curtains, and the rest barely penetrated the fabric, and penetrated the room through the edge of the curtains, so that the room could not reach out and lose sight of the five fingers.

The quilt on the bed was raised high, and the Duke still seemed to be asleep in the quilt, as if time meant nothing to him.

Alicia brushed open the curtains.

A white light.

The sharp contrast made her eyes white, and it took a while for Alicia to see again.

Open the window to dispel the smell that had been precipitated overnight, and the fresh air from outside poured in.

Perched on a hill, Boer Castle is surrounded by nature, so the air here is exceptionally fresh, as if even the smell of fish in the city is blocked by a green barrier, and it is impossible to break into this luxurious and noble realm.

There was no reaction under the quilt, and it seemed that even such a huge movement could not awaken the consciousness of the Duke, which shows how poor our Duke is.

"Fan, it's already noon, it's time to get up. ”

Alicia came to the bedside and called out to her childhood friend who was sleeping lazily.

“......”

There was still no reaction on the bed, and even the sweet cry of the girl could not wake the Duke from his slumber.

"Really, it's time to get up and have lunch, don't you feel hungry? ”

“......”

The duke, who was unresponsive to the outside world, was as motionless as a bewitched stone.

Looking at the Duke who was completely silent, Alicia pouted.

She cautiously leaned over to the heaving quilt and lowered her voice to make a sound that was not quite peaceful.

"Puff Puff Puff ......"

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

Making a series of cute and strange voices, Alicia pressed her throat and said softly in a thin, hypnotic-like voice: "Is there a bad boy here~~~~ There is a bad boy who lies in bed~~~~ The bad boy has to accept the punishment of the paper fan~~~~"

“......”

In the imagination, Fan who jumped out of bed like a coward in a nightmare did not appear, and the Duke still hid in the quilt without moving, firmly rejecting information from the outside world.

"Really, that's enough, I'm going to be angry! I'm counting to three, and I'm going to lift the quilt if I don't get up. ”

“1~~~~~~~”

The girl reached for the edge of the quilt.

“2~~~~~~~”

The arm is on standby, ready to exert force at any time.

“3！！！”

After brushing it, the quilt was ruthlessly lifted.

“......”

“......”

“......”

Under the quilt, a half-torn pillow stayed innocently there, and the exposed feathers flew up leisurely due to the air current, as if mocking the girl who was performing a one-man show.

A piece of parchment was placed upright on the pillow, the handwriting was no stranger to the girl, and the identity of the writer was clear at a glance. ”

[I'm out playing, don't come to me.] BY Fan. 】

"That'...... The ...... "clenched the parchment tightly, clutched the poor piece of paper in the palm of her hand, tightly, tightly, clenched into a ball, and Alicia clenched her fists and trembled.

"That big idiot!!"

The angry voice of the red-faced girl soared into the sky.

Inside the city of Bol.

"Ah sneeze!!!" Fan rubbed his nose dissatisfied.

"The nasty fishy smell is everywhere and makes my nose almost scrap. ”

"Is this a curse on Gilheim? It's a haunted fellow, that's why I hate this city. ”

"Hmm???" His small body was suddenly hit by someone passing behind him.

The man didn't seem to notice that he had bumped into Fan, and hurried in a certain direction.

If you look closely, you will see that there are similar pedestrians all around, and unlike the laid-back and peaceful atmosphere of Almak, the pedestrians here seem to be quite hurried, as if everyone has a set goal and endless things to do, and the whole street is filled with a busy atmosphere.

"I hate the atmosphere. Fan stared at the back of the guy who hit him with an unhappy face, and it wasn't until the other party turned a corner and disappeared from his sight that he retracted his gaze stupidly.

"I'm hungry. The Duke touched his belly, and then took a few steps forward casually.

Strictly speaking, it's a decent street, at least the ground is level, as if it had just been renovated, and there aren't many potholes.

The houses on both sides of the street are neatly arranged, and although they are not ornate, they also appear to be bright and clean, and they are basically in the upper middle class, which should be the area where the middle class of the city gathers.

Streets like this are always full of places to sell food, and within a few steps, Van found a bakery.

The sweet smell drew Van into the store.

Pushing open the door, there was a sound of Ding Ling Ding Ling.

"Welcome, oops, a lovely little guest. ”

Most of the shopkeepers have a pair of sharp eyes that can tell which class their customers belong to, and just by glancing at the clothes on Fan's body, the shopkeeper knows that he is about to have a good business.

The shopkeeper, who looked like fat bread, greeted him.

"I'd be glad if you could get rid of the cuteness of the little customer, and maybe I'll have an appetite for all the bread in your shop. ”

Instead of dwelling on the word small, he repelled cuteness, a reaction that made the manager feel a little novel.

"I'm sorry, but it's not okay to sell them all to you, that will make the other guests hungry. ”

"Isn't it okay to double the money to you?"

"Hehehe, this is really embarrassing, little guest, I am also a businessman, of course it is good to be able to make money, but you can't make those old customers hungry for money. ”

"Oh~~~~~~" Van lengthened his voice.

He smiled a little satisfied: "Very good, I admire you, fat bread, introduce me, I want your best bread here." ”

"Fat ......" was casually given a tangled nickname, which made Mr. Store Manager speechless for a while, but in the face of this obviously noble young man, the good conduct of the merchant had an effect at this moment, and he began to introduce his best bread to Fan without much pause.

The aroma of butter is mouth-watering, the sweetness of honey is tongue-wrenching, and everyone holds a long stick of bread in his hand and gnaws down as he walks.

"Cake...... Cake...... Ah, found it!!"

Eating what is in his mouth, he has already begun to worry about the contents of the pot.

"Jingle Bell ......" is a slightly different ringtone from the previous one.

"It was a rude little guest to bring vulgar bread into the sacred cake shop. ”

The cake chef in a white head chef and a chef's top hat looked at Fan with a straight face, or rather at the bread in Fan's hand.

"Is it Bled's bread across the street, it's a pity, you've been deceived, how can such a noble little guest like you eat such a vulgar thing?!"

"Brad, do you mean that fat bread?" Van's eyes blinked, he thought for a moment, and then said.

"Fat bread?" the cake chef was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Well said, that old bastard is a fat bread, come on, little guest, come and try Keck's craft, after eating it, you will find that something like that stick is a deception at all!!"

"Is that true?" said Fan with some anticipation, "Unlike bread, I'm very picky about cakes." ”

"Oh oh oh, it seems to be a knowledgeable little guest, just come on, let you taste old Keck's master!!"

A moment later.

"Welcome to come again next time, this time there is a lack of preparation, next time please come to the treasure of the town store of our store!!"

"Hmm......@@##&&$$. (I'm looking forward to it.) ）

His mouth was stuffed with cake, and he said indistinctly as he chewed.

In his left hand is a half-eaten baguette, in his right hand is a cake with a corner missing, and in his arm he is holding a large bag, which is full of snacks that Fan is interested in.

Walking leisurely, walking in the streets and alleys, the whole person exudes a lazy atmosphere, just like a kitten hiding on the roof and taking a nap in the sun, which is incompatible with the inherent atmosphere of this city.

Such a peculiar existence has naturally attracted the attention of some people.

If you ask for it, it really has an effect, so continue to ask for something to ask for a collection.