The name Ados, which is not common, is widely known.

The drama "The Three Musketeers", which depicts the dark millennium period, has been popular all over the north and south of the continent for decades, and Ados is one of the protagonists, handsome and charming, and has become the dream lover of many aristocratic women.

Moreover, this drama happens to be Mrs. De Fleiss's favorite, so it's not that she has nothing to say. Of course, this noble lady, who has been widowed for many years, has always had a bad reputation in terms of male and female life. In the capital, before the handsome aristocratic Lang Jun went out, the elders of the family always had to tell him a few words, and beware of the old witch.

Allegri knew a little about this qiē, but Dargnan was completely unaware. After all, Onesha is still a pure girl, and the information she collected in advance is always impossible, and she is not too embarrassed, to describe this aspect in a big way, with two subtle hints at most. Besides, to be honest, Allegri's appearance was far from impressing Madame de Vlais.

But they were negligent, and this lady was of noble character, treated everyone equally, and never minded what her origin was. Not to mention that Dargnan didn't have a knighthood, even if he was just a groom who drove a car, as long as she took a fancy to him, he didn't care.

It was interesting to call it "Ados", and Madame de Vlais looked at Dalgnan with interest, waiting for his answer.

Allegri wanted to remind his students, but he didn't know how to hide them, and besides, he really didn't know why Athos was called that.

Dargnan was also helpless, and the reason why he took this pseudonym was very simple, because he was watching the play "The Three Musketeers" at the time, and it was just a good idea. But at this moment, it must not be so straightforward, he thought for a moment. still bowed down and said, "Mrs., this name was taken by my father, and I don't dare to speculate." ”

"Didn't you ever ask?" asked Madame de Vlais, tilting her head, as if she had not found some common ground. She's not going to give up.

The Prince's Wife, who was nearly forty years old, did not look old in appearance, her skin was as tight as that of a girl, and her temperament was so dignified that it was impossible to associate it with the adjective debauchery. At this time, the atmosphere in the banquet hall became more and more enthusiastic, and a touch of red appeared on her cheeks, and between her smiles, she was moving.

"When I was young. My father had already passed away, so I didn't ask. Dargnan bowed his head and replied, he didn't know why the other party's attention suddenly shifted to himself, but in line with the principle that more things are better than less things, it was always right to end this topic as much as possible.

"Oh. "It's a bit of a puzzle. Poor Madame de Vlais has prepared a whole bunch of topics related to The Three Musketeers. But they were all held in their stomachs. She was stunned for a moment, then could only respond sullenly, leaning back in her chair, squinting slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Ha, Ados. You should be from Buyada, right?" At this time, the Marquis of Walledon finally found an opportunity and interjected. As the organizer of this banquet, he got up and walked around the hall just now and said hello to his acquaintances. After making a few innocuous jokes, he came back, and found that the atmosphere here was a little stiff, so he spoke softly.

"How does the Marquis know?" Dargnan scratched his head in confusion, he had lived in the Torm Federation for many years, and his accent and other aspects were completely different.

"Looks, temperament, that's engraved in your bones, but you have to be taller than the average Buyada," the Marquis of Walledon gestured casually, then turned his head to look at Madame de Vlais, and said with a smile, "Madame should also think of the Buyada swordsman with the same name and surname in "The Three Musketeers", so she asked that, right?"

"I see," Dargnan also sensed that he was a little reckless, so he hurriedly remedied, "Actually, when I watched that play, I was also very confused. ”

"Have you seen that play?" Madame de Vlais turned her anger into joy, and suddenly came to her senses, and she looked like she wanted to have an in-depth exchange of feelings with Dargnan.

Allegri was left to dry.

Although he didn't mind it, it was better that the guys were all noisy and no one bothered him. But this dream was obviously unsatisfying, and the Duke of Tagor and Korpov taunted each other a few words, and then both ceased to fight, and looked at each other coldly.

Between the big nobles, there is rarely a time to tear their faces, because they all have huge forces behind them, and if they are not overwhelming, it is difficult to win in one go. There is a lot of quarrel and harmony, and I can't quarrel anymore, occasionally pull the skin, and soon let go of my hand, so as not to lose both, but be laughed at by others.

But Allegri is different, he has a shallow foundation, no power in the court, no allies within the noble camp, and the only reliance is on King Nachini, if even this cannot be guaranteed, then even if he is calculated, it will be difficult to make a threatening counterattack.

Glancing fiercely at each other, the two of them shifted their attention back to Allegri. Duke Tagor took a sip of tea and was about to speak, but Copov had already taken the lead and stretched out his hand to ask,

"Count Allegri, can you take a step to speak, there are some things I would like to discuss with you. ”

"Is there something that is so unsightly?" and before Allegri could reply, the old duke put down the teacup and interjected in a somewhat strange way.

"Official business, the king personally approved," Snapov did not show weakness, and immediately asked rhetorically, "So, the old duke also has an opinion on the king?"

Choked by him like this, Duke Tagor was stunned and did not speak for a long time. Taking advantage of this moment, Korpov turned his head and looked inquiringly at Allegri, waiting for his reply.

Allegri thought for a moment, then nodded and got up, followed the chief of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and walked to the next compartment.

The ballroom of Walledon Manor is built on the water's edge and covers a vast area, with the exception of the central hall, which is structurally complex and columnar. Bundles of beautifully embroidered curtains hang down from the vault, creating a tranquil space that is admired by noble men and women with special needs.

If you are not familiar with this place, it is very easy to get lost in the twists and turns of the corridor, and many times, you can only hear its voice and not see its people, but it is also very interesting.

Turning left and right, Allegri quickly forgot where he was and let Kopov lead the way. The chief man, who seemed to be messing around here, quickly walked to a room, and pushed the door in without hesitation, as if he was sure that there was no one inside. (To be continued......)

PS: (It's better to change it early, so as not to be in a hurry.) ）