"You're right, Annie, I didn't even think of it." Arya woke up from her dream, scratching her head with her hands on a depressed face.

"However, even if you don't meet him, you can recognize him quickly, and it seems that you know him well." Anne put away the newspaper, carried the basket and walked over to Arya, laughing and teasing her in a playful tone.

"Did you forget? Pacival writes to his father every year. When he was still a subordinate, his father also helped him a little, didn't we read his letter together last time, and forgot it so quickly? Arya smiled and gently bumped Anne on her left shoulder, and Anne looked down shyly and smiled embarrassedly.

They walked side by side on the Avenue of Shantaloye, enjoying the clear blue sky and the warmth of the milky golden sun. Further down the avenue, they saw the gate of Carden Park, the arched stone gate with pink clematis clinging, clustered together to form a flower gate that seemed to be the exclusive flower of a girl, and the two entered the park through the gate, and a winding cobblestone path came into view.

Two girls hopped along the cobblestone path, briskly passing by. As she passed by the lake, she saw that there were many people picnicking on the green meadows around the lake. She saw a young lady from the Viscount's family talking and laughing with her sweetheart, and when the elegantly dressed young man spoke of his amusement, the Viscount covered the lower half of her face with her hand fan and let out a gentle chuckle.

At that moment, Arya seemed to see Percival kneeling beside her, dressed in the armor of the parade, and looked at her with those smiling pale blue eyes, telling her about the march and the exploits of her comrades, and she herself was like the viscountess, listening intently and laughing shyly.

Ay! Not really! What was I thinking!? Arya's fair face suddenly flushed, and she quickly patted her cheeks with both hands.

"......" Anne looked at the lovers, and then at Arya, who was flushed with shyness, and she immediately understood what Arya was thinking, and then nodded as if she understood something, and chuckled meaningfully.

"Arya, are you thinking of Percival?" Anne smiled and teased softly in Arya's ear.

"No—there is ——!!" Arya retorted in displeasure, so angry that she jumped up and down in place, and the big pink bow on her head fluttered up and down.

"Oops! Isn't this my little peach Arya, and my little sweetheart Annie! Suddenly, there was a flamboyant male voice behind them, and the movements and expressions of the two people froze in place in an instant.

Arya's face was extremely ugly, she opened her pink lips and silently scolded those behind her with the shape of her lips; Anne, too, bit her lower lip with her upper teeth like a lost chick, and without making a sound, her hands twisted nervously together. The two girls exchanged glances with each other, nodded, and turned around at the same time in tacit understanding, facing the comer.

The owner of the voice was a young man who looked to be about eighteen years old, with short, fiery red wavy hair, a pair of narrow eyes reminiscent of a fox, and freckles on both sides of his cheeks, which made his already ordinary face dotted with ugly little black ink; A bright red outfit that accentuates the wearer's mature temperament only adds to him a cunning that wants to keep people away, but behind him stands a well-mannered old butler.

"Hello, Master Kane." The two girls desperately squeezed out a smile and lifted their skirts to greet the young man.

"Ah, my dear Arya, I didn't see you in the open air, I thought you didn't come, I was so upset! I thought I would come here for lunch, but I didn't expect to meet you here! It's just fate! Kann spoke to himself in high spirits, causing Arya to clench her fists and raise her eyebrows to glare at him. Anne noticed her movements and quickly pulled the hem of her skirt, signaling her not to be impulsive.

"If you don't mind, can you have lunch with my young master?" The old butler behind Cane seemed to see that the girls were in a bad mood, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Will you dine with us, Mr. James?" Arya immediately furrowed her brows and focused her gaze on the old butler.

"Yes, young ladies, young master has found a good place to eat nearby." The old butler bowed slightly and respectfully answered Arya's question.

"Okay, we'll have lunch with you, Mr. James." Aria and Anne had not agreed to the old butler's invitation, and when they were leaving, they heard the roar of Kane's insult at James echoing in the empty corridor, and James never complained, and still served him wholeheartedly, but the old gentleman's face never showed a smile, nor did he ever show anger, and it was as plain as a pond that would not be wrinkled by the wind.

Poor old butler, Arya sighed sympathetically in her heart, and from then on, as long as the old butler was invited, Arya and Anne would try to agree, and the old butler would be by their side.

"Then let's go, two lovely canaries." Kann smiled and gestured to them in invitation.

Led by Cane, they came to a pure white building full of ancient charm, with pale purple starry wisteria flowers hanging from the eaves, green leaves blocking between the white beams of the building, but there were still a few delicate warm rays of light through the leaves, sporadically sprinkled on the ground.

The old butler laid out the cloth for them and brought out the prepared food: a plate of roast chicken with black pepper sauce, fried sausages and roast meat, a few bottles of wine and strawberry milk. Anne also put the ham and tortillas in the basket next to the roast chicken, and the three of them sat down around the food, while the old butler stood not far away to watch over them, and sat in the corner to eat alone.

"Two little swans, let me tell you, I got another treasure yesterday." As soon as they sat down, Kann said mysteriously, his expression rather smug.

"Treasures? What is it? The girls feigned curiosity with wide-eyed eyes.

"Haha, seeing that you are so curious, then let you take a look!" Kane reekedly pulled out a gold cross pendant encrusted with rubies from his jacket pocket, which, although old, was not stained or faded, and in the sunlight, it reflected a pale gold soft light, and looked very well protected by its owner.

"Oh my God, Canne, you're stealing again? Beware of being taught a lesson by Rosemary at night? Arya covered her mouth in feigned surprise, in exchange for a cold snort from the tip of Canne's nose.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of that female thief, I will definitely use my swordsmanship to defeat her this time!" Looking at the opponent's pretended punching action, Arya pursed her lips in anger, half-squinted her eyes and did not speak.

This damned, unrepentant aristocratic pickpocket! Aristocratic scum who can only steal and deceive civilians of their precious belongings! God knows what poor civilian he snatched this precious cross from! If he hadn't been General Marshall's son, I would have punched him in the face a long time ago! I'm going to have to give him a good look this time! Arya cursed indignantly in her heart, but she still maintained the demeanor of a lady on the surface.

"Mr. Cane, have you learned swordsmanship?" Anne asked tentatively and softly as she handed Ariya a full plate of food and turned to Kane, who was pounding the ham with a fork.

"Of course, the old thing taught it," said Kane, after putting the ham in his mouth, and then nodding with his fork to the old butler, who was sitting not far away to taste dessert, "but he didn't want to teach more, and only taught a little simple." These men are cunning, they don't show any loyalty to their masters, you have to beware, little peach! …… Oh, but you're lucky to have such a faithful and considerate female companion as Anne, and you should try to be cheerful, little Anne. Kane saw Anne lower his eyes and hurriedly changed the conversation, but Anne just smiled wryly and nodded in response.

"Anne is not only my personal companion, but also my most important friend, you better watch your words, Master Khan." Unable to respond to Arya's gentle rebuke, Kann nodded and flattered Arya, asking for her forgiveness and quickly changing the subject.

Lunch ended slowly with the slight collision of cutlery and plates, and it ended slowly in a not too bad atmosphere. After seeing Cann off, Arya walked out of the park gate in a huff, and Anne quickly followed.

"This abominable Cane! Annie, don't pay attention to that guy's words! Arya stood still, turning to look at her best friend behind her.

"No, it's okay, after all, I was originally the daughter of the chef of the Dushante family, and I am a subordinate, this is a fact that will not change. But I am fortunate to be Arya's best friend, and it is my greatest luck to be able to help and take care of you in some things. When Anne said this, she showed a faint and gentle smile, and also gently bumped Arya with her shoulder, and Arya also smiled and gently bumped back, but she could see that there was a trace of bitterness hidden under Anne's smile. Never forgive that guy! She clenched her fists in exasperation.

Just as she was about to say something, a carriage suddenly stopped at the entrance of the park, and they turned their heads to see that it was Horseman White.

"White...? How did you get here? It's not time yet. Arya blinked in surprise.

"Miss, the owner of the café said he had recently made a new drink and wanted you to try it, so let me take you there." The groom explained to her enthusiastically.

"Okay, I see, let's go!" Arya understood the coffee shop owner's words, her eyes lit up, and she immediately agreed.