Law of the Devil

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(Today's update, uh... 11000 words. Huh.)

Chapter 207 [so-called “tradition”]

The Magic Academy has finally adopted the plans put forward by Dewey to “intern” the participants.

And the first batch who passed the examination and earned internship qualifications were all Hogwarts students! This resulted in people in the School of Witchcraft almost smashing glasses off the ground!

Although it has been learned that these Dewey students are educated in a special way and that their ability to fight outweighs that of other students, some preference has been given to others in this assessment. But the results are still shocking!

Especially at the end of the exam, according to the way the wizards duel, a total of 20 games were contested, and the Hogwarts students won all twenty battles with amazing results!

All of Dewey's students, 32 cadets, came this time to 28. Only four of the bad guys were accidentally injured while taking the assessment, resulting in a loss of opportunity to travel to the northwest. The four guys were said to regret dying, and everyone was hiding in the room crying.

Twenty-eight people who passed the assessment packed their bags as quickly as possible and were eager to go to the northwest!

It's like people who just learn to drive get addicted. These rookies, who have just mastered some magic skills, can't wait to think of a good job in this place in the northwest...

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Dewey personally brought someone to wait on the road south of Lancheng. Though Dewey's financial resources are not sufficient to build such a wide and flat road on the scale of Teito, the roads around Lulan City have been well built for much of the past six months. The merchants from the interior of the Empire are constantly sending blood to this nascent city.

In the evening, when the sun was burning, Dewey sat on the horse and heard a rush of horseshoes from a distance on the road.

Dewey was somewhat surprised.

He didn't expect that his disciples had not chosen any other magician-like way of going out: most magicians would choose to fly if they were close. If it's far away, you'll opt for a carriage.

But these guys... they all rode a horse, and then on the road, they rushed toward Lulan City with a line of cavalry in the army!

Obviously, the rookies had not forgotten Dewey's orders for much of the separating half year, they had not abandoned their physical training while learning magic, and the long queues that had come to Mercedes-Benz along the way were still fairly neat. In addition to the horse he rides, each magician brings a horse to the road, which he switches horses on.

The boys strangled the reins when the front-line men rushed to Dewey's face, and then looked at Dewey right in front of them and they shouted.

Most people are exhausted, even though they are also from the army, even though the queue was scattered when they finally stopped, even though some people were too tired to lift their legs when they got off the horse...

But what more can Dewey ask of them? Don't forget! They're magicians! A magician known for his weakness! And now they can ride horseback and not rest for hundreds of miles!

“Teacher! Here we come!! ”

Twenty-eight boys drank loudly and then consciously stood in front of Dewey as if they were in college.

Dewey sighed, and he got up and jumped off the horse and took a closer look at the twenty-eight boys in front of him for a while. Dewey understands that these people have been deeply branded by him, even if they may not all be his men in the future, but they are destined to remember themselves forever!

“Good!” Dewey suddenly yelled as loudly as she could. "I'm happy with you guys! ”

He turned to the servant behind him, and the carriage, and shouted, “I thought I'd see a bunch of exhausted junk, a bunch of dead dogs gasping their tongues... but you guys, I'm amazed!” When Dewey said this, the voice was slightly reduced and the tone was very exciting: "Your performance exceeded my expectations! You have not become the fat minded masters, you have not become the dead magicians... what I see are a bunch of good warriors, a bunch of energetic wolves! I am satisfied!”

After that, Dewey walked past, walked by his students, patted this shoulder, slapped which chest, and laughed out loud: “As a reward for you… I announce that you have two days off from today! During these two days, everything is temporarily suspended..."

As soon as the voice went down, the students sent a cheer!

“Boys.” Dewey laughed out loud: “I told you we'd meet again in the Northwest! Now, you stand outside this city, outside this city of miracles! I will give you the best reward for your outstanding performance! Now, follow me into town! In my Duke's house, I have the best wine in the Northwest! The best food and wine awaits you! Tonight, whoever doesn't drink and get down, is a fucking asshole! The softest bed awaits you, too! Let the guys who didn't get a chance to come to the Northwest regret it! I promise you, the next few days, your experience in the Northwest will make those guys jealous of you when you get back! ”

"We have no doubt about that, Dean! ”

Dewey laughed, too, and then he took a deep breath, shouting: “I allow... no, not allow! It's an order! I order you to party tonight!!! ”

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In one of the biggest ballrooms in Duke's Castle, the finest wine barrels were removed. As a result of the hard work of several well-known chefs hired at high prices, a specialty Northwest food was served.

Dewey had already thrown away the ghost shelves of some damned duke, and he was wearing a black magician robe, just that the robe had not known how much wine and grease had been stained in the morning, and still held up a huge cup at a time and shouted sea drinks with the students.

The atmosphere in the ballroom has reached its peak, and some students, after drinking too much wine, took off their magic apprentice's robes, like the soldiers in the army, opened their shirts and sang aloud, and no one knew where to turn an accordion, played a joyous song, and even the people below jumped on the table and danced excitedly.

Vyvyan became the focus of everyone, and I don't know who put Vyvyan on the table first, and then the second, and the third, each participant was honored to dance with this esteemed sorceress. Poor little Vivian was already a little dizzy. This joyous song is very fast, and when you dance, everyone hooks each other's arms with their elbows and jumps around in a circle. At the beginning, Vivian accidentally drank a small glass of wine and then felt her face burning. Finally, it seemed as if she had thrown aside her shyness and grip, just feeling more and more excited and finally jumping faster than everyone else.

Expensive handmade carpets spilled unknown amounts of soup gravy, even spilled drinks on the curtains, and the whole ballroom was full of booze.

Vivian just feels that the faster she spins, the more she finally feels that even if she doesn't spin, the walls around her have spinning... Never been drunk, silly girl thought it was magic, she is getting drunk to ask Dewey, but Dewey has run off the table. Looking at Vivian, who was drunk enough to bow, Dewey couldn't help but laugh, squeezing her nose, and scolding, “Okay, I don't want you to be a little drunk. ”

Vivian blushed like a ripe apple, her big eyes filled with blushes, her eyes glamorous, as if they could all drip out water, her body soft without half strength, so curled in Dewey's arms, like a cat.

All of a sudden, she opened her red lips with a hint of alcohol in her little mouth and a silly smile on her face like that. She mumbled in confusion: “Dewey...”

“Hmm?”

“You… you, like me? ”

The little girl who would be shy to say both words during the weekday suddenly said such a bold word, Dewey couldn't help but stay for a moment, but then he laughed, holding Vivian's waist and limbs tight, and smiled badly: “Are you sure you know what ‘like’ means? ”

Vivian was probably really drunk. Niko whispered during the weekday and suddenly glared, grieving out loudly: “Who says I don't know! ”

I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm not shy. Vivian is unusually fluent when she talks right now. Where else does she have half a stammer?

Without Dewey responding, this silly chick didn't know where the strength came from. Suddenly she broke free from Dewey and jumped on the table, then grabbed a big glass full of wine from a learner next to her and shouted: "Attention! I have something to say! ”

Her little hand raised the cup high, raised her head, her feet were slightly clammy, but she forced herself to stand still, her drunken eyes laughed a few times, and then when everyone looked at herself, she shouted: “I, I have something to announce... I... I...”

Little Vivian suddenly took a deep breath and then did her best, and the delicate voice actually covered the entire scene at this moment!

“Dewey!” She pointed her finger at Dewey's nose… at the height she stood on the table, pointing so high at Dewey's nose - hum, silly little girl is going to be arrogant today!

“Dewey! Listen to me!” Vivian suddenly shouted aloud: “I like you! I'm gonna be your wife! ”

The whole place suddenly calmed down! The drunkards, or drunk half-drunk boys, looked at Vivian at the table with surprise. Everyone was shocked by this shy little girl on a weekday, today's miraculous and bold move.

Dewey sat on the chair, watching Vivian, who couldn't even stand steadily, crying: “Silly girl, are you sure you know what ‘wife' means? ”

Vivian suddenly flashed in her eyes and said silly: “I... don't know. ”

But then Vivian had raised the cup and saluted it on all sides. The wine in the cup was so waved by her, she spilled a little half, and even fell on Dewey's shoulder. Vivian had lifted her neck and drank the wine out of the cup very “Hooray" and shouted: “Hail, wife! ”

Later, her feat finally ended, she drank the last glass of wine, Vivian, her hands relaxed, the cup fell on the floor, and the whole person fell straight down —— in Dewey's arms, closed her eyes, red face, with a drunken smile on her own.

The long-standing cadets were revitalized, and some led the way in raising their glasses and shouting, "Dear Dean, Duchess! Best wishes to our esteemed Mother and Mistress Vivian! ”

Immediately, more than twenty people raised their glasses and responded: "May the Dean and Madam Dean! ”

The music plays again, the atmosphere gets lively again...

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Outside the banquet hall, Mudd came with several servants pushing several dining cars, the last dish of the evening - a roasted whole sheep.

Mudd walked up to the banquet hall door and suddenly saw a beautiful figure, holding onto the closed door of the banquet hall and seeing the back shaking.

Mudd approached a few steps and saw that the girl was not someone else, it was Miss Angel of the Lester family. Angel was dressed in a white nightgown with bare feet and a soft curly hair on her body, as if she were about to push the door in, but she didn't know why, and the motion was frozen. Her hands held the door handle tighter and tighter, but her strength seemed to have been pulled away slightly. If she hadn't held the door handle tightly, she would have fallen.

“Cough...” Mad deliberately coughed twice, shocked the noble guest, Angel Horan turned around and saw Mad standing not far behind her. Her beautiful face was unusually pale, her eyes filled with water, even hidden tears on her cheeks. After seeing Mudd, Angel flashed a little panic on her face and turned around quickly, whispering: “Ah, Chief Mudd... I...”

As he said, he lifted his sleeve quickly and rubbed it on his face twice.

“This... Miss Angel, if you're down, why don't you go in? I'm sure the Young Master will not refuse such beautiful guests to join them in their happy hour.” Mad smiled with a squint of his eyes: “In fact, in the evening, the young master wanted to invite you to participate, but worried that the boys were going too crazy and abruptly made such a noble and beautiful young lady like you disappear. Now that you're here..."

Without Mudd saying it, Angel has already flew fast: “No... I, I just can't sleep, just walk... Yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be running around. ”

After that, she turned around as if fleeing and ran off the other side of the corridor. Just because his mood was so excited, he ran a little bit, a pair of white, raw calves, under a white nightgown, suddenly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Mudd sighed, he walked over, just pushed the corner of the banquet hall door, and immediately inside came a long-lasting cheer:

“To the Dean! To Madam Dean!! ”

He secretly sighed when the old Mad did not yet understand why the beautiful young girl had fled.

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The sequelae of the hangover carnival soon became apparent.

Vivian, this silly girl, because she had drank so much for the first time in her life, she also had a rugged “arrogance”. She didn't wake up until noon the next day. I'm afraid it's not surprising to sleep another day.

But Dewey is looking forward to what Vivian will do when she wakes up. I'm sure she won't forget everything she did last night, will she? Just think about how Vivian woke up and remembered her frenzied act of panic, and Dewey couldn't help but laugh.

But think about it, this silly little girl of mine seems to have really grown up. This baby is really cute and heartbreaking.

Those crazy boys, they can't sleep today either. Running along the way and partying all night, I'm afraid these people are still drooling and sleeping.

Fine, let them enjoy two more days.

But Duvi doesn't have time to rest today.

Because today is Dewey's 15th birthday! His bar mitzvah!

Last night Dewey didn't know that Angel was outside the ballroom, and he was out of his mind drinking, too, and hasn't been so indulgent in a long time. But when he woke up, Dewey was still strong, dressed up, and immediately went to the room next to his bedroom - where Vivian, drunk last night, slept, and was held by Dewey herself.

And here's an interesting scene. Vivian, who was cuddled to bed by Dewey, woke up briefly, but had been confused by alcohol, silly girl, did not reply soberly, but held Dewey's neck and asked Dewey: "Does the wife mean to sleep with you? ”

Even Dewey doesn't know how to answer the boldness of this statement.

Fortunately, Vivian's naiveté solved this embarrassing topic once again. Because this silly little girl has gone on talking to herself, she actually said to Dewey in a very serious tone: “If I sleep with you... you, don't rob me of a quilt...”

After that, this girl drained all her spirit before she went to sleep.

Well, probably in this little girl's cognition, the so-called wife, is really just “sleeping.”

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After getting up, Dewey stayed in Vivian's room for a little while, watched her body curl into a bunch, shrunk in a quilt and slept sweetly, watched her naked on the snow white shoulder outside the sheet, Dewey couldn't help sighing...

He undressed Vivian himself last night.

Looking at the girl who was sleeping on the bed and drooling, Dewey suddenly couldn't help but laugh and then gently stretched out her two fingers and wiped the saliva from the corner of Vivian's mouth, whispering: “Little girl... you know, last night you little red hat almost ate by my big grey wolf... hum. ”

Indeed, after taking off the coat for the little girl last night, looking under thin underwear, Viviana was like the first time Furong was released, and Dewey really used great perseverance to suppress her inner thoughts. After all, in Dewey's heart, he has determined that this lovely girl needs to take herself seriously and love with all her heart! He doesn't want to waste the best of moments on this drunken night.

Perhaps the Almighty God is truly blessing our poor little Vivian.

Before leaving the room, Dewey suddenly had a mischievous thought in his heart. While Vivian was asleep, he bowed down and kissed Xiao Ni's lips gently...

Little girl, I didn't really eat you, but when you fall asleep and steal your first kiss, treat it as a small punishment...

“You're not allowed to drink anymore, or you'll spank your ass.” Dewey smiled softly at the sleeper in bed and left quietly.

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When a leader's troubles lie in the fact that someone else is drunk and can go to sleep, they have to get up and busy.

I can't help it. Who wants it to be Dewey's own birthday? He's the star of the day. How can he do it without him? Looking at Dewey's apparent tiredness on his face, Old Mudd had to make some refreshing soup. Dewey set up a little decanting herself and drank it together, which made her feel a little better.

A gift that has been customized a long time ago and is ready. With more than a dozen servants busy, Dewey finally put on this gorgeous and cumbersome outfit. Though he also expressed disgust with this costume dressed like an exasperated peacock, … it's a tradition! As Duke of the Empire, his bar mitzvah is no longer just his own business!

Dewey can only bow his head.

It took almost half an hour just to put a collar on his clothes. Almost both handy maids were exhausted, and the collar with round laces made Dewey feel a little tight, strangling her neck. What makes Dewey even more depressed is that the outfit is so gorgeous... the fancy lace pattern above, the exaggerated sleeves, and the belt, the floating belt... Dewey feels like an actor ready to sing on stage.

Finally, Dewey refused a servant's request to wear a wig. Dewey doesn't want to wear that! And the other guy, who was going to dust Dewey's face, was kicked off by Dewey's foot.

The tradition in the aristocratic circle, as an identifiable, standard aristocrat, is the most desirable kind of pale, slightly morbidly weak face. And Dewey's skin tone, as he grew stronger and stronger now, seemed too healthy. And for most of the year in the northwest, the skin went through the sun, and there was already a slight light wheat color.

By noble standards, his face is unqualified.

After wearing the boots, Dewey tried to take two steps and was very depressed to find herself making a clanging noise even walking, simply tearing off the burdensome costumes on her body, and finally, with the strong insistence of the clothing expert she had invited, Dewey only kept a family badge on her chest - a golden, tulip in a boiling flame.

But the neatly dressed Dewey, the acute discovery, a few beautiful maids next to her, looked at herself very differently.

Fifteen-year-old Dewey, after all, is of good martial arts descent. He is not strong enough, but he is strong enough, far higher than his peers. With the face increasingly removed from its naiveté, it emerged as a slight climatic majesty. And the excellent descent of the Rollins gave him a handsome face with an extraordinary temperament...

And while Dewey hates this outfit herself, I have to say, the famous costume expert who invited you to customize your clothes is a little brilliant. Decent cuts and a full outline of Dewey's pull-out posture, combined with some modifications, perfectly mask Dewey's only problem: slightly thin.

And the gorgeous dress shows off a bit of a royal charm.

Now Dewey is a handsome noble teenager!

“Young Master, are you ready? ”

Mudd knocked on the door and then looked at Dewey, his eyes revealed a touch of comfort and praise. At this moment, Old Mudd suddenly got a little excited and couldn't help but say: “Young Master... you have finally grown up. ”

Dewey smiled and went back to hug this old servant who had hugged himself since he was a little girl, and laughed: "Okay, Mud, I have a request for you. ”

“What?” Mudd stunned.

“For a while, you'll be there with me.” Dewey is a gentleman.

Mad's eyes suddenly turned red, and then he shook his head: "Young Master, this is not possible, I...”

“My parents aren't around, Mud, you're the only family I have left.” Dewey grabbed the old butler and whispered, “Mud, seriously, you hugged me a lot more times than my father did. ”

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According to the tradition of the Roland continent, every adult nobleman enters the bar at his own bar mitzvah, accompanied by one of his own elders (usually his father). It symbolizes respect and gratitude to the elders.

In the Duke's Ballroom, almost all of Dewey's staff gathered today, even under the Blue Sea Gate, which is far away from Texas. Dewey's first bureaucrat, Philip, Cavalry Commander Lombardon, Infantry Commander Robert Knight, Guardian Elder Cigarette, and the disciples of Solskaya, Sete, George Bush, and two Level 7 wizards of the Archmage Alex (both of whom Dewey had met, and they were the companions of this student's internship in the Northwest, only to feel miracle city this morning because they came by carriage), in addition, several of the aristocrats of the Emperor and Dewey, Count Billia, and the Dragon Mountain Warcraft, all sent a little emissary with a certain identity in their families, and brought courtesy.

Even the Northwest Army, which had an awkward relationship with Dewey, had personally arrived, and the gift given to Dewey was a superior horse of war and a superior armor worn only at the rank of general. More surprisingly, even Governor Bohan of Nullingham province, who almost tore his face off with Dewey, sent a congratulation, only to send a gift, much cheaper: a letter written by Governor Bohan himself.

In addition, the three younger brothers of the Lester family naturally participated as dignitaries. And all of you, especially the guests who came from outside, were surprised to learn that the Marquis of Lester was here in person, and were competing to witness the famous beauty of the Empire. In particular, the Earl of Billia and the Messenger sent by the Deland Mountain Warcraft have figured out how to find the wealthiest widow of the Empire to climb in for a moment and see if they can show more goodness to this noble man for their master.

When the serious eulogy sounds, the banquet hall door slowly pushes away, and when it's not Dewey who walks in first, it's Mudd, the well-dressed old butler. He looked excited and proud, walked to the front, then turned back, held Dewey's hand and brought Dewey into the ballroom.

The two walked to the front in front of the guests' attention, and finally Dewey hugged Mudd and walked to the front.

In accordance with traditional etiquette, this moment should also be presided over by a priest of the temple and a prayer and gratitude should be given to the gods. For example, in the royal family, the rite of adulthood of every prince invites the elder figures in the temple, and His Majesty the current Emperor Augustine VI, when he was young, because he was alone, as the sole heir, the definite future emperor, his rite of adulthood when he was young, was personally presided over by the Pope at the time, in order to show respect for the future emperor.

But Dewey doesn't believe in gods, and the laws of the Empire allow him not to believe in temples anyway, as long as you don't believe in other gods.

Dewey stood alone on the stage, looking at the people below, some of his loyal men, some of his enemies with ambiguous relationships, others of his allies...

Dewey coughed softly and started speaking alive.

“I guess now everybody's curious what I'm going to say.” This is Dewey's opening remarks.

Someone smiled benignly below.

“What I want to say now is…” Dewey smiled suddenly: “What I want to say most of all is that this outfit really makes me feel a little uncomfortable, because it's too tight. ”

Here is still the laughter of goodwill.

“I would like to begin by thanking today's guests for coming here.” Dewey shrugged and said, "I don't want to talk too much nonsense, because life is precious to a magician and cannot be wasted. So..."

Dewey took a deep breath and bowed deeply, laughing out loud: "God bless Roland! ”

“God bless Roland!! ”

Everyone in the room said out loud.

And in Dewey's heart he adds: "I do not believe in God."

Just when Dewey thought the ceremony was over, the band next to him suddenly sounded a cheerful song, and then the folks below, as if they had already expected, consciously spread out on all sides, emptying a circle of open space in the middle of the ballroom.

And it's subtle… all the men step back consciously and let all the ladies in the room be in the front!

“Young master, let's go.” Mudd looked at Dewey a little dizzy and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

Dewey was a little confused: "What? ”

Mad couldn't smile: "Traditional rituals! ”

“Traditional… rituals?” Dewey's face is not fake.

Mudd also stunned, he never thought that his young master, who seemed to know everything, didn't know anything about this traditional ritual!

He hurried to Dewey's side and lowered his voice: "Traditional ritual... sir! You must invite a lady in public and then dance with her for the first dance of the night! And remember, you can only pick single women! This means that you are an adult and can pursue good love! Also, which lady you invite to dance, if you disagree with your invitation, then she can make a request to you after the dance and you have to agree! Many romantic love stories start with the first dance of the bar mitzvah! ”

Looking at Dewey, Mad grinned, “You don't really know, do you? ”

Dewey just felt numb on the scalp, biting his teeth and whispering, “I don't fucking know! Goddamn it, who sets the rules! ”

“Founding Emperor, His Majesty Aragon.” Mudd finished, hurry back and hurry: “Master, hurry up, you can't be rude to so many guests! ”

Dewey felt a little nervous.

Below, of all the single ladies present, the most obvious, without a doubt, is the sister of the Lester family! Especially that Angel, dressed up tonight, obviously carefully dressed, the whole person came out like a flower, with a little shyness and anticipation on on her delicate face at this moment, but bravely lifted her chest, stood in front, the young girl's eyes filled with anticipation.

But Dewey knew she could never ask this Angel to dance!

Though Mudd explained it simply earlier, Dewey understood what it meant! The first dance is often an invitation from the protagonist to her favorite single woman!

Damn... Dewey suddenly feels that leaving Vivian, the drunk little cat, in her room to sleep is her biggest failure tonight! If I'd known, Vivian would have come!

Angel's eyes had stared uncovered at Dewey, and the girl could not bear to shake her shoulders lightly because of excitement and anticipation.

Finally, Dewey took a deep breath, took a deep determination and slowly walked past.

He's coming!?

All of a sudden Angel felt blood pouring over her head, as if a little deer were banging on her chest, watching Dewey move closer and closer in her direction, and seemed to have a smile on her face. Angel's almost happy to pass out.

Although she heard it in front of the banquet hall last night... Angel is still very confident in her beauty! She won't give up until the end!

Dewey had almost reached Angel, who was almost ready to say yes to her invitation. But who knows, there are still less than the last two steps, and the route Dewey walked suddenly deviated...

“Dear lady, may I invite you to finish my first dance tonight?” Dewey faced the beautiful woman in front of her, gracefully in arrears, and reached out a hand.

Marquise Lester stood still. She looked at the teenager in front of her and saw her sister's face as dead, but after experiencing the windy Marquise, she instantly regained her normality, and no one even noticed the shock of her moment.

The Marquise is dressed tonight in a silver-colored robe with bare shoulders, beautiful skin like ivory, a long neck that highlights her elegance, a delicate face and a twofold teenage girl.

She had an elegant smile on her face, and no one could see it coming. A soft little hand had been put on Dewey's palm, and then she walked lightly towards Dewey.

Dewey's hands gently rested on the Marquise's waist and the two began dancing flashly...

As she watched Dewey walk in with her sister's waist, Angel felt her heart was breaking open! Since childhood, I don't know how many people have praised her beauty, or how many teenagers have been intoxicated by her beauty. But she is weak in appearance, but has a noble heart. Emotionally, she despises the exaggerated noble children.

But this is the guy! Even before she saw him herself, Angel felt intoxicated by his legend. At home, she followed Dardanelle over and over to tell the story of the ice-covered forest in order to remotely think about the legendary teenager. Ask the story of the Emperor's Summer Festival over and over to envision the legend of this talented teenager rising like a comet!

And after seeing him with his own eyes, Angel had convinced herself that her heart had finally found the shadow she loved!

But now... she feels her pride has been completely torn apart. As if the soul had flown out of its body, it stood so high and looked at its own body, at the teenager holding its sister dancing...

Is he really not at all attracted to himself?!

“Duchess.” With the music, the Marquise is as gentle as an elf, but she sighs in Dewey's ear with a low voice: "Someone will be sad like you. ”

With a faint smile on his face, Dewey unquestionably whispered in the Marquise's ear: "Long pains, rather short ones! ”

At this moment, looking into the eyes of the Duke in front of her, looking at the scene again, lost her soul sister, the Marquise sighed in her heart, she understood that looking at her sister, it was impossible to catch the heart of the juvenile duke at all... to catch his heart, I'm afraid I have to think of other ways...

(I was wondering myself... I said only 8,000 more, and it turned out to say 11,000 words... I really admire myself... but don't ask me to use this standard in the future, huh, purely by accident.

Eight thousand more, the result is even more eleven thousand, and the honesty seeks the monthly ticket ~ ~ ~)

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