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It's already night, but the rooms in the palace are still brightly lit.

Putting down a piece of official paper, Miss Sophie rubbed her brows, looking very tired.

"Are you tired? Would you like to take a break and have some supper?" d'Artagnan, who was standing behind her, asked with concern: "Have a cup of tea and have a small snack?" ”

"No, no, just have a cup of tea. Miss Sophie looked back and sighed, "You don't have to accompany me, I'll take care of the rest and go to rest." ”

"It's okay, I'm a martial saint after all, I'm not tired. D'Artagnan smiled and rejected her: "But you don't have to deal with it so late every day." ”

"Alas, I also want to rest early, but you don't know the situation at the front, the more you get to the end, the more crazy those Germans become, and the pressure on the logistics line is too great. There are also those vulture-like demons, there are too many things! if you don't handle it well, it will affect Your Majesty!" Miss Sophie's tone was resolute.

"Alright then, I'll make you a cup of tea!" Glancing at Miss Sophie with a distressed look on her face, d'Artagnan got up and walked to the coffee table next to her.

The water in the kettle had long since cooled down, but this was not a problem at all for the Martial Saint-level d'Artagnan. The internal force stirred slightly, the water in the kettle boiled again, carefully brewed the tea, and lowered the temperature of the water back to a palatable temperature, and he carried the tea and put it on Miss Sophie's desk.

"Okay, soak it, the water temperature is suitable, drink a little. D'Artagnan was still concerned.

"Oh, you put it there. I'll drink it when I wait. Miss Sophie didn't look up, nervously writing something on the paper.

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Another hour passed, and Miss Sophie finally got all the paperwork done, stood up, twisted her shoulders, and then reached out and prepared the teacup on the table.

"Wait. D'Artagnan stopped her: "It's cold, I'll heat it up for you." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and put it on the teacup, and after a while, the tea was warm again.

Looking at d'Artagnan's movements, Miss Sophie's eyes were complicated: "Hmm...... In fact...... Actually, you don't need to do that...... We ......"

"Okay, let's rest early after drinking tea. D'Artagnan interrupted her abruptly: "I see you're tired." ”

Seeing that d'Artagnan was obviously reluctant to talk about this topic, Miss Sophie did not insist, but diverted the conversation: "Archduke Louisa, is she asleep?"

Vienna, Hofburg Palace.

It's already night, but the rooms in the palace are still brightly lit.

Putting down a piece of official paper, Miss Sophie rubbed her brows, looking very tired.

"Are you tired? Would you like to take a break and have some supper?" d'Artagnan, who was standing behind her, asked with concern: "Have a cup of tea and have a small snack?" ”

"No, no, just have a cup of tea. Miss Sophie looked back and sighed, "You don't have to accompany me, I'll take care of the rest and go to rest." ”

"It's okay, I'm a martial saint after all, I'm not tired. D'Artagnan smiled and rejected her: "But you don't have to deal with it so late every day." ”

"Alas, I also want to rest early, but you don't know the situation at the front, the more you get to the end, the more crazy those Germans become, and the pressure on the logistics line is too great. There are also those vulture-like demons, there are too many things! if you don't handle it well, it will affect Your Majesty!" Miss Sophie's tone was resolute.

"Alright then, I'll make you a cup of tea!" Glancing at Miss Sophie with a distressed look on her face, d'Artagnan got up and walked to the coffee table next to her.

The water in the kettle had long since cooled down, but this was not a problem at all for the Martial Saint-level d'Artagnan. The internal force stirred slightly, the water in the kettle boiled again, carefully brewed the tea, and lowered the temperature of the water back to a palatable temperature, and he carried the tea and put it on Miss Sophie's desk.

"Okay, soak it, the water temperature is suitable, drink a little. D'Artagnan was still concerned.

"Oh, you put it there. I'll drink it when I wait. Miss Sophie didn't look up, nervously writing something on the paper.

......

Another hour passed, and Miss Sophie finally got all the paperwork done, stood up, twisted her shoulders, and then reached out and prepared the teacup on the table.

"Wait. D'Artagnan stopped her: "It's cold, I'll heat it up for you." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and put it on the teacup, and after a while, the tea was warm again.

Looking at d'Artagnan's movements, Miss Sophie's eyes were complicated: "Hmm...... In fact...... Actually, you don't need to do that...... We ......"

"Okay, let's rest early after drinking tea. D'Artagnan interrupted her abruptly: "I see you're tired." ”

Seeing that d'Artagnan was obviously reluctant to talk about this topic, Miss Sophie did not insist, but diverted the conversation: "Archduke Louisa, is she asleep?"

Vienna, Hofburg Palace.

It's already night, but the rooms in the palace are still brightly lit.

Putting down a piece of official paper, Miss Sophie rubbed her brows, looking very tired.

"Are you tired? Would you like to take a break and have some supper?" d'Artagnan, who was standing behind her, asked with concern: "Have a cup of tea and have a small snack?" ”

"No, no, just have a cup of tea. Miss Sophie looked back and sighed, "You don't have to accompany me, I'll take care of the rest and go to rest." ”

"It's okay, I'm a martial saint after all, I'm not tired. D'Artagnan smiled and rejected her: "But you don't have to deal with it so late every day." ”

"Alas, I also want to rest early, but you don't know the situation at the front, the more you get to the end, the more crazy those Germans become, and the pressure on the logistics line is too great. There are also those vulture-like demons, there are too many things! if you don't handle it well, it will affect Your Majesty!" Miss Sophie's tone was resolute.

"Alright then, I'll make you a cup of tea!" Glancing at Miss Sophie with a distressed look on her face, d'Artagnan got up and walked to the coffee table next to her.

The water in the kettle had long since cooled down, but this was not a problem at all for the Martial Saint-level d'Artagnan. The internal force stirred slightly, the water in the kettle boiled again, carefully brewed the tea, and lowered the temperature of the water back to a palatable temperature, and he carried the tea and put it on Miss Sophie's desk.

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