Three days later, the Rothschild embassy began to set up the wedding scene. As a mansion, the embassy is also a good wedding venue.

However, for the sake of their status as princesses, they still need certain modifications and decorations.

As a result, Viroya seems to have awakened some strange skills, and she begins to oversee the decoration of the wedding scene.

The little girl walked around the embassy with her hands behind her back, looking very happy.

Anyway, she won't be blind to command, and everyone loves to see a cute little girl around.

It's just that without Eschuur, I had to learn the basic etiquette of aristocratic weddings under the guidance of Ferrynovier.

Kelvisia and Mr. Reinhardt had gone to help Kirsten with the mastermind behind my assassination, so they had no free time for the time being.

It is said that they now have clues and are preparing to deal with the matter.

Ludwig also didn't know if he had forgotten about it or if he had communicated with the Lothschild embassy. Anyway, he just sent the costumes and related personnel, but there was no etiquette teacher.

I'm practicing how to put the accessories of my clothes where they're supposed to be.

Just then, Rothschild suddenly pushed the door open.

I was about to greet him when the ambassador bowed back and a middle-aged man with gray hair walked in.

He was dressed in a black trench coat without any decorations, like a battle-hardened veteran general. The aura that belonged to the king filled the room almost instantly.

But that doesn't make me feel any pressure.

Joke, I'm a fearless man who has faced a herd of beasts like a tidal wave, and I'm a seasoned veteran.

Not to mention anything else, at least the murderous spirit has been trained, and it can be regarded as a character with aura.

I looked at him calmly.

Perhaps it was this pressure that forced out my essence, and I became more and more calm, as if I was back on the battlefield.

After the two of us looked at each other for a moment, the middle-aged man finally sat down in the chair that the ambassador had prepared, and seemed satisfied with my reaction.

I guessed his identity. It's hard to believe, but there are only a few people in Middle-earth who can make the ambassador willing to be a servant, and only one of them is the same age as this middle-aged man.

"As a young person, you should be sharp." The middle-aged man said, "Don't be so lazy, not energetic at all." ”

"It's tiring to be sharp, I don't want to be so tired every day," I said, "Besides, do I still need to prove myself with my edge?" ”

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting. That's who you are, right? He laughed, "The first time I saw your picture, I wondered how such a person could be like this?" ”

"What kind of people?" I asked.

After that stress was gone, I was back to my old self, and the middle-aged man wasn't surprised by the change in me.

"The pillar of the future of the country." He said.

"Sir, don't listen to rumors, I'm just a small person. A few years ago, I was chased and killed like a rat crossing the street, and I could not have become a pillar of the country. I shook my head.

"Don't be too modest, it's something that only people of our age should do. Young people should be like young people. ”

“。。。 So, what are you doing here? You can't just talk to me, can you? I asked.

"Let's take a look at my daughter's choice of husband and to be a father to attend an event in her life." The middle-aged man replied.

"But wasn't this marriage already decided? Where is the choice? "I'm a little dissatisfied.

Although I have the status of a nobleman and the problems of an aristocracy, it does not mean that I can understand the behavior of the aristocracy.

Felian Vinoel is my friend. Although what I said was not convincing, I still hope that her marriage will be chosen by herself.

"The kingdom of Rothel is not yet weak enough for her princess to choose who to marry. The marriage was made between me and the Apostolic Council, but she chose the choice herself. He said.

“。。。 So why did she choose me? I asked, puzzled.

"You'll have to ask her yourself." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he got up and left, and the ambassador respectfully opened the door for him.

Inexplicably, it's really confusing, what can't be said about this kind of thing.

Is this the common problem of fathers-in-law?

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Kirsten and they came to the embassy of Rothschild in the evening.

"It's the apostles of the Council of Apostles," Kirsten said with some frustration, "and we can't handle this matter well. ”

"Then you don't have to bother. Once we were married, there would be no need for them to take the risk of assassinating me. I hurriedly comforted.

Kirsten looked at me, and suddenly pulled me into a room and locked the door directly with the alchemy matrix.

The power of her prosthetic leg is not something I can resist. can only be forced into a corner by her.

"That, that, Kirsten, you, what do you want to do?" I looked at Kirsten with some unease, who had suddenly become very aggressive.

She was slowly approaching her fair face, and her eyes were shining at me.

I had nowhere to run but to be at her mercy.

One of her hands was against my head, and she leaned against me, and I could even feel the softness that was unique to that girl.

"Finevinoel must have kissed you yet, right? No, you haven't kissed any women yet, have you? Kirsten asked playfully.

Her words blew into my ears with a warm wind, making the roots of my ears hot.

“。。。” I don't know how to answer her question. It seems that yes and no are not the answer. Answering either one seems somewhat dangerous.

In an instant, no one thought of it.

Kirsten suddenly kissed me the lips. I lost any thought for a while, and my mind went blank.

Her tongue was in my mouth, and it seemed to conquer every part.

I was vulnerable and quickly breached all the defenses.

Before I could regain consciousness, she let go of me.

We looked at each other, and we were both out of breath from the lack of oxygen.

Her face was as red as a dripping peach, and I don't think my face was much better.

I still seem to have her fragrance in my mouth.

"Remember, your first kiss was mine!" She announced, but as if she had lost all her courage, she quickly opened the door and ran out of the room.

I leaned against the wall and reminisced about what had just happened, and it seemed to feel good, and I still wanted it...

Damn, I'm such a scumbag! You're a fiancée!

I also hurried out of this place of right and wrong.

Kirsten hurried back to his room, closed the door, and sat down slowly against it.

She buried her red face deep in her knees.

Really, what have I done! She couldn't help but think.

She didn't regret it, because what Kirsten wanted to get, he would do whatever it took to get it.

If it weren't for Ferlenobino's noble status, maybe she would have been planning how to kill her silently.

This is the crazy Kirsten. Extreme intellectuality and extreme sensibility.

Ah, but come to think of it, Kimchi is still quite cute! There is no resistance at all, and she is as shy as a little girl.

Let's play tricks on him later!

Hmph, I'm going to let Ferlian Vinnoel know who he really loves.

We'll see!

The first thing to do now is to take down Viroya next to Kimchi.

Kirsten stood up, straightened his clothes, and went out to find Veroya.

She found the little girl in the kitchen who was tasting the cake.

Viroya was tasting the freshly baked cake as she looked like a master appraiser, talking about her feelings.

It seems that she is very professional, and the chefs are carefully recording her evaluation, and I don't know if this is really the case.

Kirsten used a small mechanical bird to whet Viroya into his room.

"Viroya, is Sister Kirsten nice to you?" Kirsten asked with a smile as he crouched down.

"Okay, of course, Viroya likes Sister Kirsten the most." Viroya replied without thinking, playing with the mechanical bird.

"What a good girl!" Kirsten hugged Viroya tightly. The latter was a little suffocated by the size of the feature, and could only pat Kirsten on the back.

"That's right, Veroya. Sister Kirsten or Sister Felenvinoer, which one do you prefer? ”

“。。。 Of course, of course, it's Sister Kirsten! Of course sister, you! Veroya seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of crisis, so she immediately replied.

"Well, Veroya must remember!" Kirsten smiled.

"Yes! Viloya must remember! After saying that, Viroya hurriedly left with the mechanical bird Kirsten had given her.

Kirsten looked at Viroya who had left, thoughtfully.

“。。。 Sister Kirsten is really scary, or Brother Kimchi is the best. Seeing that she was far away from Kirsten's room, Veroya muttered to herself.

Then she ran to find Kimchi.

I was a little surprised to see Viloya, wasn't she eating cake?

"What's wrong, Viroya?" I asked.

"Brother, that... That's fine! I just wanted to tell you that Sister Kirsten gave me a mechanical bird! You see! Veroya said with a smile, showing me the mechanical bird in her arms.

This is indeed a very delicate work, and you can see the hard work of the maker.

What I didn't see was Kirsten standing silently behind me, smiling at Veroya.