He sat lazily across from the wool bag with his feet crossed, his hands folded in a tower, silently listening to the heated debate between the pros and cons on the bill passed by the House of Commons.

After the decision to leave the European Union, every decision in the UK has become more on thin ice, can the guys in the House of Commons debate for two days find a solution? He didn't think so.

He hated attending parliamentary debates, but his status was hereditary, and he deserved to inherit the dukedom. Receiving such a knighthood at his age would only result in a scene where he was not a human being inside or out, even if he longed for a seat on the left or right. I could only sit quietly in the neutral faction, listening to the boos on both sides in annoyance.

Another factor of disgust was that no matter which row he sat in, he was always crowded, and there was no other vacant seat in this damn council to cram these nobles into? Looking at the appearance of those old men dozing off on the red leather chairs, I really wanted to raise a gun and shoot my head.

But now this identity does not allow him to act recklessly.

"Your Excellency Duke Douro, can you give your valuable opinion on this bill?"

Duke Douro squinted at the "Venerable Friend" who had disturbed his headshot plan, and after his eyes passed over him, he realized that the eyes of the gang passed through the side of his left spectacle and reflected in the pupil, flickering even more eagerly. When did he become a spokesman for the Neutralists?

"Dear friends, my opinion is your decision." Duke Douro responded coldly.

He knew what the old men were thinking, could it be that they wanted to take refuge in the title of "Duke" that he had inherited...... If you can abandon him and do what he wants, you don't have to be trapped in this red room like a prison.

The "Duke of Douro......" The senator who was shot had to give up relying on the most handsome Duke member in the whole council, and tried hard to figure out how to achieve his selfish goals until the meeting was dismissed.

The adjournment was like an amnesty, and the Duke of Douro walked away with steady steps, but before he could leave the parliament gates, he was stopped by the sound of distant swarms of footsteps. Then there should be disgusting hypocritical titles echoing through the corridors.

"Dear Duke Douro, Dear Duke Douro......" Some neutral and opposition lawmakers shouted in the footsteps of Duke Douro.

Really!

"Dear friends, what?" Duke Douro turned in disgust to face the lawmakers behind him who were chasing him.

His life was full of obedience, and it was quite difficult to hear a word of truth, except last night...... Thinking of this, Duke Douro couldn't help but smile faintly.

But it frightened the people. Just now, did Duke Douro, who is known as the smelliest face in the whole house, laugh a little?

"The bill passed by the House of Commons is really unreasonable, and the voices supporting the government are high, and if it continues like this, it will be a repeat of the sugar tax war!"

Isn't it obvious that the break-up fee from Brexit is being passed on to higher taxes? Citizens who choose to leave the EU must pay the price of freedom, and he has nothing to say. Tea tax, stamp duty, sugar tax, liquor tax, what other taxes in the history of Great Britain could not be taxed? When the amount of oxygen in his breath is taxed proportionately, he will think about putting it into his head.

"Let's not talk about this for a while, I see that the duke's face is not very good, and I can smell a smell of medicine when I sit next to the duke, dare to ask where the duke is injured?" A middle-aged congresswoman who came with him asked.

The lens of his left spectacle may be a demon mirror, and the refraction of the light in his gaze can always turn into the most real and naked desire; Just like the female congresswoman who is trying her best to hide her admiration, she is surrounded by the miasma of middle-aged loneliness and unliberation, and the size of the area makes him believe...... The sugar tax war is necessary!

"Got a gunshot wound." It's an understatement, but it provokes the nature of women who want to take care of the man they love.

"Gunshot wounds! Could it be that the Duke was terrorist? Are you okay now? I heard that the Duke is alone, but is there anyone close to you who can take care of you?"

He didn't say anything, just a faint smile of unknown meaning.

"In that case, has the Duke canceled his attendance at the polo match?"

Polo? Yes, the polo match, a momentum conference for reporters to capture the style of royalty and aristocracy. He's been so busy lately that he's forgotten about it, and the ornate gilded invitation is still lying on his desk.

"Nope."

Next, I think I'm going to ask him that embarrassing question. Knowing that the Duroben family has been ......

"Is the honorable duke still going alone? Or do you want to bring a companion?"

"I'll think about it."

Consider, how far-reaching......

After Anya got out of the ghost dungeon, under Aiden's inspection, she vomited almost all the dirt in her body, and after grooming, he forcibly poured medicine and slept until the afternoon.

She scrambled to her feet, shook her head, and let the terrifying memories flow back into her mind.

She was back in the room, the splendid Rococo room filled with biblical frescoes on all sides, and the only difference from that night was that it had a bit of popularity.

When Anya got out of bed, she first found that her clothes had been changed into silk dressing gowns, similar to the DerekRoe dark blue pajamas worn by Audrey Hepburn in the movie. The brand is a favorite of low-key luxury people, who chose this set of pyjamas for her?

It's quite popular with her.

There are some women's daily necessities on the furniture in the same color as the room, the royal and aristocratic comb KENT she will not not recognize, and the full set of AroaerapyAae skin care products on the dresser, she is now with a little grapefruit, rosemary and juniper berries, it is definitely the classic morning bath oil.

No wonder her body shook off all the discomfort and embarrassment of yesterday, and was surprisingly light and pleasant. But the point is, who helped her wipe these on her body? Michael?

The plague god asked Michael to take care of everything, did she want to show her saving grace? So Howe relentlessly spent a lot of money to buy these considerable, inside and out feminine products. Born into the fashion industry, she wouldn't be unaware of the high price tags these gadgets; She only saved Michael temporarily, and it was not her turn to repay herself like this.

Before concocting a tomorrow that can bring down the adults, find Michael and settle the account of these things!

She didn't want to owe them anything!

Anya scurried around the room looking for the bag that contained her only possessions, and pulled out her phone and the phone number that Michael had left for her when she disguised herself as the policeman.

"Bastard, how could I have forgotten that this prison has an electromagnetic barrier!" That psychopathic adult is afraid that he will be killed for doing a lot of evil, right? So stealth so that GPS can't find him? Neuropathy!

I'm sick, you know that you know, don't you?

Inexplicably, Anya's mind flashed through the words that the adults made her speechless.

"There are not many people who have to find and admit that they are sick these days, and perhaps we should cherish that wonder with this point." What the hell is in the head. "Call Michael first, and then we'll talk about the rest."

Anya opened the closet, picked out a long black sweater with skin-friendly rabbit fur, covering half of her thighs, and walked out of the room with her mobile phone and a note with Michael's contact number.

On the way, it occurred to her that the man had said that he would not refuse to come, so he accepted her coming; The one who goes doesn't chase her, so if she wants to go, the person won't stop her.

So why did she stay in this cage?

This was the first time she had observed the building during the day, and under the influence of her second brother, who was studying architecture, she knew that the castle was a baroque building, and the decoration was the favorite rococo of the pompous aristocracy of the 17th century. No matter which corner she turned, the walls were always covered with beautiful patterned wallpaper, the gold-painted statue of the goddess held a wall lamp in her hand, and the waist-high wall waist board appeared in her Italian hometown, but the castle had two more gold threads...... The opulence is jaw-dropping.

That guy can't be some kind of aristocrat, right? But he was the only one living in such a magnificent castle...... It's strange that there isn't even a person to serve him.

It seems that this castle should have been robbed by him, and he definitely can't be a nobleman!

I walked through several rooms, and there was no one in them.

"It's not an abandoned building, every room is clean, even the carpet is so soft...... Someone must have cleaned it carefully, but what about those people?"

Anya looked down at herself

The foot found out that she had taken everything, so she forgot to put on her shoes and came out, no wonder you can feel the texture of the carpet, and the complicated weaving patterns can guess that the carpet is made in Turkey; Lift up one foot and see, she's been walking for so long and hasn't even picked up a bit of dust, so there's no elf or dwarf coming to help clean up in the middle of the night, right?

Turning into a large corridor, portraits hang on both sides, although there is no date marked next to the museum, but from the style you can guess that it belongs to the century, the earliest should be from the Renaissance. The owner of this castle has been around since the Renaissance, so the Baroque building should have been remodeled later, but unfortunately it was eventually taken away by a psychopathy!

The further we go, the closer the year is to the modern age, and the portraits are more in line with the aesthetics of today's people. I have to say that the people in this family are all quite good-looking, and the silhouette is vaguely familiar, as if she has seen someone recently?

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard from the remote distance. It was faint, but in this frighteningly silent castle, anything could be heard clearly.

"Wait, anyone?" Finally, after an afternoon of shaking, she heard someone else's voice for the first time. Anya was tired of wanting to see a figure every time she walked around, but she was disappointed repeatedly, so she directly opened her throat and shouted. "Ahem...... Ahem, ahem!"

It's a pity that she forgot that her throat, which had been soaked in blood for a while, couldn't help her from being so devastated.

After running a few steps barefoot, Anya suddenly stopped.