Eli and Clarence are back on the terrace when they bump into the eldest lady who has come looking for them.

The eldest lady still had anxiety on her face, she walked over quickly, and ruthlessly skipped her own brother and squatted in front of Eli, her eyes full of worry: "I thought you were lost, little Eli." ”

"Not long ago, I was still calling the little master, and this has become little Eli?" The ignored Clarence said expressionlessly, Eli didn't expect him to have a talent for yin and yang, and glanced at him.

The eldest lady expertly half-propped herself up, and imprinted a resounding kiss on Clarence's face with lightning speed. Clarence took a step back with his face covered like a frightened wolf, his eyes terrified.

The eldest lady blinked triumphantly.

Eli stared at the siblings, who had a huge temperature difference, and then saw the eldest lady pat Clarence on the back mercilessly.

"Let's go, it's time for you to shine."

Francis's little master stayed on the second floor after a brief appearance, and the nobles with different minds were a little absent-minded, talking about the winding scene, but they couldn't help but glance up the stairs.

Finally, just as they were about to suspect that Eli had left the Lopu Manor without knowing it, the mysterious young master appeared at the end of the stairs side by side with a pair of children from the Lopu family.

"They're all looking at you." Clarence whispered the facts.

Eli was a little sorry for stealing the limelight from his real master, and he was about to say something when he heard Clarence continue: "Fortunately, I came out with you." ”

It seems that Clarence is not very fond of such occasions either.

Perhaps the nobles were all in person and private, but Clarence now seemed to fit the concept of Firia quietly observing her prey in the mountains.

Eli smiled lightly: "They're not looking at me, they're looking at an investment commodity." ”

The sharp and apt description made Clarence almost hold back, and Eli smiled and raised his chin in a certain direction, "Look, there's another item there." ”

Sitting in the middle of a group of peers, Orin caught Eli's gaze accurately, clenched his fists, and finally lifted his glass in Eli's direction, then raised his neck and drank it down.

It's so chic that those who don't know think he drinks wine, not mulberry and berry juice.

Eli also saw Lenkrone near Orin, the head of the house who was pure hostile to him staring at him with a stinky face, like someone who owed him a large sum of money that had not been repaid.

Putting on such a pose at Clarence's birthday party is really trying to make a feud with Lopu? Or do you want to tell everyone that the battle for the heir between the two young masters has started early, and the forces that support the Orin faction are always ready to take Eli down?

It's strange that although he thinks Orin's uncle is not very smart, the person who can be the head of the family is not so clever as to be so smart.

Dylan is the best age, and if nothing else, he can still be a lord for a long time, but no one with a little brain will bring the dark tide between the two heir candidates to the surface.

"Let's go." Eli said that he waited for Clarence to step down the stairs before he stepped up and followed.

Most of the nobles' feasts were boring, sending away a crappy prophet who had sworn that Eli would become a knight as powerful as Dylan, and Eli had no time to rub his face before the next lady stopped in front of them with dignity.

Spare me, Eli begged for help, and Clarence, who had also lost his soul in ineffective socializing, gave an identical look back.

"Lady Lord, young master." The lady's slightly haughty voice sounded overhead.

It was a familiar voice, Eli had only heard it with Clarence not long ago, but the last time he heard it, he was very angry, and he didn't take it so calmly.

Eli looked up at the lady.

Unlike most of the aristocratic women Eli has seen who want elegance and nobility to be written into their bones, this noble lady is obviously more arrogant and mean. Her eyes are narrow, her cheekbones are bulging, her lips are thin, and her facial contours are so sharp that she looks difficult to get along with, and she does.

Eli smiled and took a step forward before Firia could speak, an unusual gesture that made both Firia and the noblewoman look at him.

Some nobles who were silently observing began to frantically search for information about this noble lady in their minds, trying to find out what kind of special thing she had in order to make the little young master who had been quietly staying aside take the initiative.

"Mrs. Longlun." Eli accurately identified the noblewoman.

Lang Lun is a small family that has only recently improved, and Mrs. Lang Lun obviously didn't expect Eli to know her name, and a crack appeared in her very tense arrogance in an instant. She was surprised to try to find the answer from Firia's expression, only to find that the gentle, detached smile on Firia's face was almost unassailable.

Eli didn't care about Mrs. Langlun's small movements, his palms spread upwards and bent his fingers. Mrs. Longlon hesitated and bent down before he smiled without a haze, and Eli stood on tiptoe to reach Mrs. Longlon's ear.

Mrs. Longlon smelled Eli's subtle scent that seemed to come from some flower, and her feminine sixth sense made her sense a hint of something unpleasant, but Eli's warm air was already striking her ears.

Mrs. Longlon heard him whisper, "Who is Melinda?" ”

A sudden loud bang interrupted the smooth communication in the hall, and before people could find the source of the loud noise, the sound of cups falling to the ground and shattering followed.

The frightened lady barely stood on the overturned table, she looked at the mother and son in front of her in horror, and the little young master calmly stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Why did you accidentally fall?" Mrs. Longlen. ”

Before Mrs. Longlon could collect her emotions, she heard Eli's muffled voice.

"Take me to the lady I don't know, you have to pay a little price for taking my things, right?"

Eli still had a childlike smile, and no one could have imagined what a horrible thing he had said. Mrs. Longlon's facial muscles were trembling slightly from the excitement, and she looked at the smiling Eli as she looked at Dylan who had beaten her husband.

The lord's wife left the Lopu Manor with the young master, and the Lopu family kept sending them to the carriage, and Clarence officially invited Eli to come to the Lopu Manor to play in a few days.

"I'd love to." Eli leaned on the window and hooked up with Clarence in a ceremonial manner.

The nobleman who didn't have time to show his face regretted it wildly, and said on his face: "No matter what, the little young master is still a child under the age of five. ”

"So what?" The nobleman who consciously had a good conversation with the noble mother and son said proudly, "That's the only young master in the Curtis family's generation. ”

As he spoke, the proud nobleman glanced vaguely at Orin, who was surrounded by him, and there were not a few nobles who supported the eldest young master. However, this is only because he is older, because he inherited the swordsman's talent from the lord, because his mother was born into the old nobility of Francis and was a native of Francis.

Some call him orthodox.

But will the orthodox sit in that position as a matter of course?

Lencron leaned over Orin and whispered something in Orin's ear, and Orin looked at him from a distance, then nodded his head.

Lenkrone walked out of the hall.

In some remote corner of the Lope Manor, Mrs. Longlun paced back and forth with a stiff face, she seemed to be nervous, and the tip of her nose was soaked with fine beads of sweat in the night wind.

The crisp sound of the heel and the slate striking came from afar, and Mrs. Langlun was shocked, and hope and despair magically intertwined on her face, and she did not know for a moment whether she wanted this person to go to the appointment or not.

No matter what she thought, the snow-white exaggerated skirt appeared in front of her through the neatly trimmed bushes, and the person who came impatiently brushed his hair and asked in a suppressed voice, "What did you ask me to do?" ”

Mrs. Longlun opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat.

"I've told you, there's no way things can change." Seeing Mrs. Langlun's distracted look, the person who came finally softened his voice, "That's just a rumor, as long as you insist that you don't know about it, the lord won't do anything to you." ”

No, he would.

Beads of sweat had already rolled down her face to her chin, and Mrs. Longlun finally conquered the dryness in her throat and asked, "Melinda, I just need to know who is behind it." ”

Melinda said sarcastically, "Why do you have to know something that doesn't make sense? ”

In the end, Melinda was defeated in front of Mrs. Langlun's silent insistence: "Think about it yourself, if it is not good for the little master, then who is the most beneficial?" ”

Although she did not say it explicitly, Melinda had put the answer in front of Mrs. Longlun plainly.

The little master stays in the castle every day, what complex relationship network can he have? Of course, only the eldest young master who has a competitive relationship with the little master is left.

In just an instant, the blood on Mrs. Langlun's face was gone, and her whole body was visibly trembling and shaking, as if she would faint in the next second.

Melinda did not think much of Madame Langlun's unpromising appearance, and she spread out her folding fan to cover half of her face, so as to hide her subtle disdain.

"Even if you tell the truth, what father would have the heart to hurt his child? Eventually, we will all be scapegoats. ”

She was almost coaxing, and words with a strange rhythm filled Mrs. Longlon's ears.

"Curtis is great, but it's too far away. As long as you keep silent, you will get more than potatoes and sweet potatoes bring you, both in terms of status and wealth. ”

Melinda looked at Mrs. Langlun with satisfaction, her eyes gradually losing focus.

A greedy woman whose heart is higher than the sky and who can't recognize the form. She judged from above.

Suddenly, applause came from behind Mrs. Longlun.

Melinda's face changed to the point that she could almost drip water, and she took a step back, her hand gently resting on the back of her neck, which was covered by her long hair.

"Wow, that's a great idea, isn't it?" A small head popped up from behind Mrs. Longlun's wide skirt, and he had an innocent expression, as if he didn't know the meaning of the conversation, but was just passing by while playing.

But it's just like.

"Even I'm impressed."