In the car, Arthur was in the center, and Janice and Nina were sitting on the left and right, quite conscious. Nina tried her best to lean to the side, this was in Arthur's expectation, and she fell in love with herself indecently, that is the plot that only has in it! But don't think about what guilt Arthur feels about Ni, it's not too much to do anything to someone who wants to kill him.

To Arthur's dismay, Janice, like Nina, tried her best to avoid contact with Arthur. Arthur yawned boredly.

"Arthur, what's your gift?" asked Janice, as if to break the awkward atmosphere.

Arthur waved the pale blue folder in his hand and said, "Poetry collections, isn't literature and art the Duchess's greatest hobby?"

"But......" Janice hesitated, "is it okay to give only one book for the first meeting?"

"Don't worry, it's all poems she hasn't read, I wrote them. ”

But the hesitation on Janice's face had turned to worry, and even Nina next to her tried to hold back a mocking laugh. Arthur understood what she was thinking, but he smiled confidently, but he didn't tell.

Everyone knows that there are only two kinds of poetry, shit or gold, and there is no middle part, and there is not even such an evaluation as "written in general". Mediocrity is the greatest negation of a poem. A layman writes poems and gives them to veteran readers, no, veteran authors, according to the intelligence of Bloodthorn. The Duchess once published a collection of poems under a pseudonym, which is said to have received a good response. The end of the class will probably be very sad!

It's just that in Arthur's eyes, the axe bearer is the Jean lady. He is not alone, there are thousands of years and hundreds of generations of great writers standing behind him, and it is easy to deal with an art lover.

The carriage came to a smooth stop, and the General's mansion, the Black Rose Manor, arrived. It is said that it is a manor, but it is actually another form of castle, but it is not known for military defense. After all, this is the royal capital, Caesar's bedside.

The manor is just on the outskirts of the city, not far from the city, and if it's spring or summer, it should have a very beautiful view. But even in late autumn like this. Light yellow, golden, orange and yellow foliage also decorate this estate with extraordinary beauty. You can see the wonderful intentions of the garden designer. It's just that the most famous precious flowers are no longer seen.

The open space outside the manor is surrounded by golden trees, and many tables and chairs are placed on top of the thick fallen leaves. Many aristocratic ladies and ladies dressed up in fashion seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and there was a commotion from afar.

Arthur frowned imperceptibly, this kind of scene was the last thing he wanted. And it always felt like the hustle and bustle had ruined the silence that should have existed here. At this moment, a soft and boneless hand burrowed into Arthur's palm, Arthur held it, and smiled at her master. Janice's concern always comes in such a timely manner.

When Arthur got out of the carriage, although they were all nobles, they had to be reserved, and there were no exaggerated scenes of many women surrounding them. But Arthur also had a feeling of being surrounded by gazes, all sorts of gazes. Admiring, bewildered, disdainful......

A few girls came up to greet Janice and Nina, looking familiar. The two of them also smiled back. To Arthur's surprise, even Nina has a charming smile on her face, and she is familiar with all kinds of inquiries, polite, but maintains a proper sense of distance. Arthur couldn't help but sigh, if he hadn't done something to her beyond the scope of what she could bear, he would probably have received such treatment! But now Nina obviously can't even smile at Arthur, or it's no longer necessary!

As Nina and Janice blended in, the voices around them grew louder and louder. Arthur felt like he was being exhibited and cherished animals, and there was an idea of a magic clearing the place, but of course it was just an idea. It's like a fat man walking slowly in front of you on a narrow staircase, and you will have the illusion of malice driving a steamroller past him. But in the end, it's just a fantasy.

The Duchess is not here.

But Arthur is not surprised, it would be strange if the final boss was so easy to see, according to custom, you should deal with some miscellaneous fish first, the so-called miscellaneous fish, it is these ladies and ladies around you.

Respond to various inquiries with a smile and maintain a reserved and elegant demeanor. I don't really understand etiquette, but I just need to show the demeanor of Gila in my memory, and the soul mask can do this perfectly. Etiquette is such a thing, and the degree of Gura is most comparable to that of a demigod. Arthur's simulation, while not complete, is at least legendary.

Among the ladies and ladies beside him, there were many strange glances at once, as if there was no teasing, and there was a plausible charm.

Janice's eyes widened on the side, could it be that the dress she sewed had such magic? Where was the usual lazy Arthur (Arthur would have shed tears if he had known). There was a slight bitterness in his mouth: Do you really want to marry Nina so much? But, princess or something, of course, men like it.

Ni glared and cursed

The voice is hypocritical, Arthur's gloomy face that night, and now she often makes guest appearances. Now she is putting on a princely demeanor, which is really disgusting and makes her want to vomit.

After a long time, Arthur was finally summoned by the Duchess.

Actually, it didn't take long, but Arthur already had a feeling of a long time later. Secretly relieved. Guided by the maid, turn into the castle, go upstairs, turn, turn again, and go straight again. Arthur finally arrived at his destination, on a wide balcony. A noble lady sat there peacefully, looking at the open space below the balcony.

A **-year-old girl sat on the side, the chair was placed very close, holding a doll in one hand and the Duchess's skirt in the other.

Arthur knew that this was the Duchess and her daughter. The information about her is detailed in the material. Although she was only a woman herself, her identity was closely linked to the power structure of Germany. The eldest daughter of the Howell family, the most favored, married the general who was born in the commoners. It was a good story at the time.

But Arthur knew that this was nothing more than a product of politics, with interests, strife, co-optation, and compromise written behind it. The military nobles and the civilian generals had a formal handshake and peace. In the end, it can be said that everyone is happy, but in the end, the only unfortunate person is probably the woman in front of her! Whether it is a background, a hobby, and all kinds of innate gaps, there is indeed a chance of happiness, but that chance is destined to be very small, and this woman is obviously not so lucky.

The waiter did not dare to disturb the duchess, who seemed to be in a trance, but the little girl gently pulled her. A pair of big watery eyes are hidden in the bangs in front of her eyes, making people worry about whether she can see things clearly. Just by putting his eyes on her face, he will want to be frightened fawn and bow his head shyly.

The only child of the general, the specific name was forgotten by Arthur, anyway, she was just an insignificant figure, with her age, she would not be involved in any political disputes, at most she was just a dispensable victim. This was Arthur's original idea, but now Arthur intends to repent of this thought: when did he become so extreme in his pursuit of profit? Only when you see it with your own eyes will you understand that such a cute child is probably not comparable to ten political games.

If the crystal armor is compared to such a child, then what legendary weapon will be sacrificed by Arthur without hesitation. Arthur couldn't help but secretly admonish himself that the pursuit of power or profit was only for the sake of seeing and feeling such beauty. To get lost in the competition for interests is to put the cart before the horse.

Thinking about it like this makes Arthur feel like it's clear. During this time, he unconsciously accepted the arrangement of Bloodthorn and followed the law of interests. Just to get a lot of power. But the purpose of gaining power is somewhat lost. "My power exists for such things!" I couldn't help but think so, and I didn't care about the success or failure of this meeting.

As if a layer of shackles had been broken, a cool breeze flowed into the heart, and the heart of the sky, which had been stagnant for a long time, suddenly had a wonderful resonance with its surroundings. The wind that symbolizes freedom is a heart that is not bound.

It's a long story, but the actual perception is only a moment, and the woman in front of her, who was deep in thought, felt her daughter's call, and turned her head with some doubts. The little girl pointed at Arthur, and quickly withdrew her little hand, as if she was afraid of offending Arthur. The Duchess had returned from some fantasy world altogether, and her gaze fell on Arthur's face.

Peerless.

The word "Elegance" was probably coined for this woman! The long silver-blue hair was pulled into a strange noble hairstyle, and the lilac eyes were clear and deep. What is even more trembling may not be the beautiful face that looks no more than in his early twenties, but the melancholy and noble temperament deposited between the eyebrows. Such a woman is probably the image of the queen who died in battle for the reason of the knight.

But of course, this is only a passing thought.

Of course, Arthur wouldn't be obsessively staring at any woman. After a normal act of politeness.

After a simple exchange of names, Arthur still had the same attitude of neither humility nor arrogance, and took out the prepared gift, a lilac folder.

The Duchess looked slightly puzzled.

"Here are a few poems I wrote, and I think they're pretty good. ”

Driven by a swan-like white neck, he bowed slightly, and there was no contempt, but he also did not show a look of special attention. Just opened it casually, took out Arthur's translated poems, and slowly flipped through them.

As he opened it, he asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

If it had been Arthur five minutes ago, he might have to carefully speculate on the meaning behind this sentence and what kind of information it contained, and then give a cautious answer. But now Arthur's answer did not hesitate:

"Beautiful. ”

"What about Nina?" (,