PS: I'm sorry, I originally wrote it last night, but I wasn't satisfied, so I pushed it to rewrite it. There is also a shift in the evening.

Time goes back slightly, from the picture that is not suitable for children to the scene of hard work and inspiration.

The café and café are closed, and there is still some time before the college curfew. Roland, Gloria, and Vinia, who were in a hurry to enjoy a late-night snack, suddenly heard a knock on the door, and looked up at the mechanical clock, where the two hands marked the angle of 21:53.

"Check the water meter?"

Glancing at each other, Roland was the first to speak.

"Yesterday the 'very kind plumber' had already arrived. ”

Gloria shook her head categorically.

"SF Express?"

"Who's going to send us anything? I don't want to see those bald heads in black suits and sunglasses. ”

Venia sighed beyond her age.

"The one who delivers the rice will be next week......

Shaking his head, Roland got up and walked to the door of the store with a small sign that read "Closed", and asked politely:

"Who are you? If it's a salesman, the store is not interested. ”

"That...... Please open the door. ”

The visitor appears to be a woman who is in a quandary. Familiar with the muffled voice, and unable to remember who it was, Roland reopened the door.

"Temple...... Next?"

Then the illumination of the magic lamp, and after seeing the nervous girl's face under the hood, Roland froze.

Instead of the iconic burgundy cloak, Minerva wore only a long, dark coat. There is no strong spirit on his face. Not only was he pale, but he was also short of breath.

Before Roland spoke to worry about her. The originally pale face instantly turned red like a boiled crab, and the princess said with a little anxiety:

"Yes...... Can ......"

"Okay?"

"Can we ...... Would ......you like to stay here for one night? It's going to be curfew soon......"

Noticing Minerva's use of the plural person, Roland looked down and noticed that on the back of the princess was a boy who was about to enter the age of a teenager - vaguely similar to Minerva, but relatively weak and not very healthy. The typical "cute boy in bed".

Seems to have seen this kid somewhere.

Roland searched his memories as he reached out to take the boy off Minerva's back, but before he could do so, Minerva had already walked in with the boy on his back.

By this impolite pass, Roland was able to catch a glimpse of the distinctive hair ornament on the boy's long, drooping sideburns. I finally remembered the boy's name and identity.

It was a finely crafted golden lily badge pendant. The boy sat next to Minerva at the opening ceremony and had little sense of royal family - Charlemagne Louis de Bourbon, the third prince of the Kingdom of Charlemagne.

"Oh, oh, oh, isn't this a critical moment when the progress of the strategy is a big step forward?"

At the moment when the two royal families were stunned when the store came in at once, the shoulder was slapped hard, and before he could think about anything, Roland pulled the troublesome guy into the café as quickly as he could.

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"Body temperature 38 °. There is inflammation in the lungs. Ahhh It reminds me of a 5-year-old who jumped into a lake to catch people. As a result, a stupid boy who caught a severe cold and fainted. ”

Niederhogg shook off the thermometer and put away the stethoscope beside him. The oblique gaze made Roland uncomfortable for a while.

"If you are usually 12 years old, I recommend relying on your own resistance to recover. But well...... Never mind. When it is not my turn to express my opinion on other people's family affairs, I will take medication according to the way I used to treat silly boys. ”

Minerva's back shook a little, and at last she straightened up as if she were holding back humiliation or something.

(It's no surprise that there will be that reaction.) ）

Seeing the girl's back, Roland turned his gaze to Prince Charles lying on the sofa.

(Not only did the VP of V.E, who was the most reluctant to come into contact with him, touch his brother's body, but he also saw those things...... ）

Blonde hair, feverish and weak red face still have the attribute of "pitiful". But as you keep looking down, you can see something shocking.

lacerations, beatings, contusions, burns, whip marks, ......

The answer to the question of who, what did he do to a 12-year-old prince who had the right to inherit the throne, and why Minerva sneaked out of the public eye - the answer to such questions does not need to be delved into, nor can it be investigated.

As Nidhogg said: The family affairs of the royal family are not the turn of the common people to comment on anything.

Thou shalt not see, thou shalt not hear, thou shalt not speak.

I don't want to be drawn into the whirlpool of trouble, so I just forget about it, and meddling will only make Minerva, who has a lot of self-esteem, unhappy.

(That's it...... Is it?)

Roland's hanging right hand was clenched into a fist, his knuckles white.

"Then again, what's the matter with this shabby supper? It's also the president's son, the knight's daughter, and the lady of the nobleman's family. Supper only cold cucumber and fried eggs?"

Nidhogg wiped his hands, shook his head and sneered.

He had come to check the day's earnings and make sure that his investments were indeed profitable. As a result, he first made a cameo appearance as a Mongolian doctor, and then saw a late-night snack that was not even as good as the company's contract temporary workers' working meals.

With his scathing mouth, he would never let go of such a good opportunity to be a sour person.

"Who do you think this is doing?"

Roland's forehead bulged, and his veins jumped.

As the largest shareholder of the café and café, Nidhogg not only made a large amount of money, but also opened up the joints of the school and all the yamen that ran the restaurant, he selected the construction team to build the storefront, he planned the advertisement, and he recruited the maids and beautiful male clerks.

There is no doubt that Nidejo has the greatest say in this shop, completely above Roland, the manager of the working boy. So, on the turnover target, on the punishment of employees who fail to meet the target - it is entirely up to him.

Nidhogg's target for the month to Roland is: after deducting employee salaries and the cost of raw materials and equipment, the remaining net profit is at least 60% of the upfront investment.

This is not to say that the amount of money spent on the construction of this store alone is 60% of the total amount of the total amount, including various gray investments used to dredge up relationships......

"'If you can't do it, use your body to pay off your debts,' 'If you pick up soap for me, I'll consider accommodating'—which dead ghost said such horrific words?"

"Oh, oh, that's excessive. Is there anyone in this world who has gone so far?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Nidhogg looked incredulous.

"Even if it's what the major shareholder said, you can't ignore the words like 'shabby' in front of you. ”

Venia stood up cross-legged and protested loudly:

"Roland is both sissy and indecisive, and often has inexplicable relationships with all kinds of women, but he does a very good job of housework, even if there is not a single hair, he can cook like a snail girl, clean the room, and wipe the windows shiny. Now this kind of hard-working sister-in-law-like character is very rare! It is completely a role model for daughters-in-law and models for wives! Even if she is caught by the emperor who is covered in muscles and smells of sweat one day, Roland will definitely become a good princess!

Several of the audience members froze on the spot, and Nidhogg put down the ledger, rubbed his brow for a minute, and then let out a sigh.

"After listening to your speech, I can completely guess who is usually taking care of the housework, and I fully understand that Miss, you have persuaded two men to tie the knot and stay together for a lifetime. (To be continued......)