Verse 95 A Little Trick

"Hehe!" the old evil smiled a little embarrassedly: "This, there is no way to do it!"

"Hehe!" Constani couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "I knew it would be like this, then I'll reintroduce you to it, this is the third prince of our empire, Carapani!" she said, pointing to the blonde young man.

Although the old evil was reluctant to deal with these bullshit nobles, he was not willing to be too presumptuous in front of the beauties, so he still bowed his head slightly according to the rules here: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Third Prince!" Although he was saluting, his tone was extremely stiff, and he didn't mean the slightest respect.

But that's it, Carapani didn't mind at all, but smiled very warmly: "You're welcome, we're a family, my future brother-in-law!"

Seeing that he was so generous, the old evil also had a little more affection in his heart, and finally squeezed out a smile for him. It's just that in his heart, the old evil has raised his vigilance, this person knows that he is a big obstacle on the way to the throne, and he can still show such 'enthusiasm', obviously the city government is very deep in his heart, and he is definitely not a master who is easy to deal with.

Konstani was startled by the old evil's blunt questioning at first, until he saw that the third prince Carapani didn't care at all, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart that the old evil really didn't know the times. However, she is also the kind of person who is not moody, and there is no strangeness on her face, and she continues, "This Lord Lampard is the second son of the Augustus family! ”

The old evil was a little disgusted when he heard the 'Augustus family', and he didn't even bother to say hello this time, just looked at Constani's face, and nodded slightly. And Frank Lampard on the other side obviously looked down on the old evil as well, and he didn't say anything either, just nodded to the old evil and responded to the story.

Seeing them like this, Constani couldn't help but have a headache, so he had to signal everyone to sit down first. In fact, this time Constani was also entrusted by the family, intending to let the next generation of the Stephen family and the Augustus family establish a good relationship first. As for the grievances between the older generations, it was naturally mediated by Constani's elders.

That's why Konstani sat down with Frank Lampard and the third prince Carapani, and called the old evil over as well. Among them, the third prince, Carapani, represents the will of the royal family.

However, it is clear that Frank Lampard is a very cunning kid and he clearly does not want to make it easy for Constanti to achieve his goal. So after sitting down, he began to chat with Constani all over the world, ignoring the old evil at all. Moreover, in order to completely isolate the old evil from his circle with the third prince Kalapani and Kalapani, he also deliberately said some ceremonial anecdotes of the upper nobles, especially dances and the like.

This guy must have come prepared, so that in front of the three of them, he was talking eloquently and speaking extremely wonderfully. And Frank Lampard has long known that little Stephen has hardly been to a ball in his life, and he probably can't even dance, let alone such obscure details and the like.

As for Lampard's ulterior motives, the three princes, Carapani and Konstani, have seen it very clearly. They are not fuel-efficient lamps, so naturally they will not be willing to be succeeded by Lampard's scheme, and the third prince Carapani quickly brought the topic to the old evil, and asked with a smile: "I don't know little Stephen, what do you think of this kind of aristocratic round dance?"

"I've never been a sissy thing!" said the old man.

"Sissy stuff?" Lampard said as if insulted, his face flushed with anger and exasperation: "Dancing is an important part of aristocratic etiquette, and it distinguishes us from other untouchables, how can you, as a nobleman, say this about this sacred sport?"

"In my eyes, killing people is more sacred than this boring act of holding a woman's waist and twisting around!" said the old evil shrugged.

Such astonishing remarks, let alone Lampard, even the three princes, Carapani and Constany, couldn't help but change their colors.

"How can you compare the dirty act of killing people to the sacred dance?" Lampard pointed directly at the old evil with a trembling finger: "You are simply blasphemous of your own noble blood!"

"Filthy deeds?" said the old evil with a contemptuous smile, "All the great nobles in the world were established by bloody killings, including your family. Without the slaughter of your family elders, how could you have the opportunity to make a big statement here today?

"This!" Lampard was speechless. That's right, his family did rely on killing to ascend to power, and this history is extremely clear in the annals of the kingdom, but it is only named justice. But no one can deny that the hundreds of thousands of people who died in that period of history were victims of killing.

And the three princes, Carapani and Constani, also fell into deep thought, they did not expect that the seemingly vulgar little Stephen could say such amazing and shocking words. Constanti's impression of him suddenly changed greatly, but Carapani secretly raised his vigilance against the old evil in his heart.

Frank Lampard was not willing to fail, and quickly thought of a rhetoric, quibbling: "That was in the past, and now that we have become nobles, we should have the grace of aristocrats! This is what our predecessors expect from us, and we can only prove in this way how different their bloodlines are, how correct their path is! How great their people are, aren't they?"

"I don't know what I can prove by hugging a woman's waist twice, maybe the ancestors of your Augustus family like this tune!" The old evil then said solemnly: "However, if the glory of the ancestors of the Stephen family needs me to prove it, I will choose to prove it with the blood and fire on the battlefield." So, instead of wasting time on a woman's waist, I'd rather go and sweat it out alone in a little dark room!"

The words of the old evil deeply resonated with the three princes Carapani and Consani, and Carapani's eyes were full of praise when he looked at the old evil, while Constani had a faint hint of admiration, and even she did not notice it.

"Then why don't you go to the little dark room, but what are you doing here?" said Lampard angrily.

"Because I want to prove in another way how noble and great the ancestry of the ancestors is!" said the old evil proudly.

"The other way?" Lampard was immediately stunned by what he said, and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you talking about?"

"Of course, our beautiful Miss Constani!" the old evil did not shy away from looking her in the eyes and said with a smile: "Only by picking such flowers can we prove the achievements of a man and the greatness of a family!"

Faced with the naked confession of the old evil **, Constantine's face immediately turned red. The third prince, Carapani and Lampard, were shocked, and said in their hearts, is this guy crazy?

"Ahem!" Constani reacted quickly, she coughed twice in embarrassment, and then said angrily: "Little Stephen, you are not well-behaved! How can you tease my sister me?"

The old evil immediately put on an innocent look and said, "I'm telling the truth, the moon can represent my heart!"

Seeing this guy so cheeky, even both Carapani and Lampard couldn't help but feel the urge to roll their eyes.

Constani is even more suspenseful, she was born in a big family, she has seen countless people who pursue her, but at least they are still graceful, and their words are very subtle, which is like Lao Xie, so straightforward, so that Constani, who has always been very experienced in dealing with it, is also a little unbearable. She had no choice but to quickly change the topic and said, "Okay, okay, you must be hungry too, we happen to have some rare delicacies here, you guys are in good luck!"

Then Konstani instructed his subordinates, "Go, prepare four portions of Haike Blue Abalone!"

"Yes!" the waiter hurriedly bowed away.

The old evil Mingrui noticed that when Constanti talked about the big abalone in Heiklan, there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and the three princes Carapani and Lampard next to him also had a strange expression at the same moment, and the scene seemed to be trying to see a good show and then gloating.

Immediately, the old evil understood that there must be something greasy in this, but he naturally didn't care about the idle plots, so he just secretly raised his vigilance, and still pretended not to know on the surface.

Soon, four large silver plates were served, each containing a steaming dark green creature that looked like a ball of meat, about the size of a coconut, and looked disgusting, but the smell was still delicious.

After the food was served, Constani immediately smiled and said to the old evil: "Little Stephen, come and taste it, this is a high-end cuisine transported from the southern sea, even in the south, it is very rare, and in order to keep it fresh, it is transported in large wooden barrels, and it is still alive when slaughtered." You can eat it every year at this time, it's very precious!"

The old evil knew that this was Constani's move, of course he was not afraid, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, I'll taste it!" As he spoke, he picked up the knife and cut it at the waist. He originally planned to cut it open first to see if there was anything greasy inside, but he happened to be hit this time.

(To be continued)