Law of the Devil

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(second today ~)

Chapter 577 [Twelve Years Old...] (top)

“Brother!”

Gabriel rushed into the room like a fire, but Dewey leaned against the chair, his feet soaked in a basin of hot water, next to him a gentle and careful waitress was washing his feet, while a sophisticated waitress handed him a hot towel, and Dewey grabbed it and wiped his face carefully.

“Brother." Gabriel ran in, lifted the curtains, and immediately a cold wind burst in.

Dewey opened his eyes and looked at his brother, smiling slightly: "What's the rush? ”

Gabriel laughed: “I heard that my sister-in-law is coming today, so I rushed in after class. I have suffered a lot of sins on horseback on this road. ”

Dewey pointed at the chair next to him and grabbed the teacup on the table and handed it over, and Gabriel took a bite and swallowed it all.

Next to her, the maid had rolled up Dewey's pants and a thin pair of small hands had rubbed the muscles on Dewey's legs - reportedly to prevent a paralyzed human muscle from shrinking.

Though Dewey's paralysis is quite special, and he doesn't need it at all, but he still enjoys it every day for the sake of appearance - after all, he is now “pretending to be ill" and God knows if there are ears and eyes in the palace among so many servants at home.

You know, this Duke's house was given to him by Prince Chen. The servant must have the ears and eyes of the royal family. After accepting it, Dewey was simply too lazy to identify it and accepted it all.

Looking at his brother leaning against the chair, Gabriel's eyes suddenly turned a little red and gently pushed the waitress away, taking off her long leather jacket with one hand, rolling up her sleeves, squatting herself in front of Dewey, and then rubbing Dewey's feet.

Dewey frowned: “You...”

“Don't underestimate me. When I was at home, when my father was seriously ill, I washed him when you weren't home.” Gabriel Light Road.

In that sentence, Dewey was trying to say something, but her heart was so hot that she closed her mouth.

After a moment of silence, Dewey Soft said: "Don't worry, I just had some trouble practicing magic, just after some nature. ”

“I know.” Gabrielle raised her head and smiled. "You're my brother, my brother is one of the strongest men on the continent! ”

The two brothers laughed at each other without saying much, and instantly each other's hearts. Dewey then asked randomly about the military academy. The days of Dwight's disease naturally prevented him from attending the college, but Dwight appointed captain Yarol to do well and everyone was angry with him, and despite Dwight's absence, the course was still in order.

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They were chatting, and suddenly they heard footsteps coming from outside, and then they heard Sandy, the butler: "Ah! Your Majesty, please...”

With the curtains lifted, Charlie, the empire's little emperor, had walked in. He's the emperor's honor. He won't even tell us about the entrance. He'll just go two ways. Who can stop him?

Seeing the two brothers, one leaned against the chair, one washed his brother's feet, Charlie stunned for a moment, then stepped back and bowed respectfully: "Teacher. ”

Dewey looked at the little emperor and smiled when he saw something in his eyes that was not easily perceived: "Yes, Your Majesty. I'm sorry I couldn't get up to give you a gift. ”

“Whatever.” Charlie laughed quickly: “You are my teacher. How can you let a teacher give a gift to a disciple? You are my most respected person. ”

Dewey smiled in her heart. Most respected? So where's your father going?

Still too young, I was in a hurry, I lost my mark when I said that.

Gabriel did not dare to be lazy, but also to salute His Majesty the Emperor. Dewey was about to let someone come in and clean up, but Charlie stood up quickly and stopped the servant who was going to walk away with the footwash, and said positively: “You can't disturb the teacher's breath. ”

Looking at the little emperor, I was afraid I was going to finish the show. Dewey jumped in his heart and gave his brother a quick look. Gabriel would immediately like to squat down and put Dewey's rolled pants down. Otherwise, if the little emperor gets excited and squatts down and washes Dewey's feet with his own hands, the trouble will be enormous.

Charlie really meant it, but Gabriel moved first, and he immediately stunned, then glanced at the hot towel that the servant had brought in to wipe his face, went up and grabbed it and held it in front of Dewey himself.

Dewey grinned - he had already wiped his face, and this towel was brought to Gabriel.

However, since the little emperor was going to play the corporal's code, he had to cooperate. As a result, the towel, although his heart could not laugh, scrubbed his face carefully.

Then Dewey dispersed the servants, and he understood that the little emperor suddenly came to the door today, and I'm afraid it wasn't as simple as visiting - he'd been sick for so many days, and the little emperor didn't know that until today.

Dewey sighed as he watched the new emperor, who was famous for his cleverness in his youth. This kid is really smart, but he's a little too light, and... it's not necessarily a good thing to be too smart when you're young.

After more than six months of winter, this little emperor is more than 12 years old.

For a 12-year-old child, the birth royal family, Charlie, with excellent upbringing from a young age, is physically fit, and young and intelligent, looks a little premature, looking two or three years older than he actually is.

At the beginning, the little emperor pressed patience, sat down, chatted with Dewey for a moment, greeted Dewey's illness, and missed a few days when Dewey had taught him, and even asked Dewey some academic questions - but Dewey understood that the so-called questions had certainly been fabricated by the boy.

He didn't break it, he answered the questions casually.

But after all, it's a little boy. How can patience compare to a man like Dewey? Charlie sat there, suddenly a little impatient, twisted his body a few times, changed several positions, and the little face gradually became a little too hidden.

Dewey smiled and glanced at Gabriel: "Brother, go get some canisters of sand honey from the northwest last month and seal them up. Your Majesty and Princess Karina have loved sweets since childhood and will bring them back to you later. ”

This apparent move to take Gabriel apart relieved Charlie as she waited for Gabriel to walk out the door, and Charlie suddenly jumped out of the chair and bowed deeply to Dewey, with a hot face: "Teacher! There is a great deal of confusion in the mind of the disciple!! ”

Dewey sighed, but couldn't escape, smiling: “Your Majesty, please. ”

The little emperor's eyes flashed with enthusiasm: "Teacher, how can you be a good emperor! ”

Dewey shrugged and smiled: “Your Majesty, the throne of the Emperor is the supreme of the continent. If all the people on the mainland are able to feed themselves, insult themselves, and the country is strong, then even a good emperor would be good. ”

But the answer was obviously not what Charlie wanted to hear today, and he frowned and thought: "Teacher, I understand what you mean, but what I want to ask is... an emperor, what to do, what to do to be a good emperor, a true emperor! ”

He accentuated the word "true” a little.

Some of this question is too impatient. Obviously, this teenager is already anxious to a certain extent. Can this kind of question not be unadjusted, just thrown by one brain?

Dewey sighed in her heart, looking at the disciple, and suddenly a thought arose in her heart: if it was Karina, even if she was in a hurry, she wouldn't ask about this irregularity.

Thinking about it, Dewey looked seriously at Charlie and said, "Sire, how old are you? ”

“Twelve years old after New Year's Eve.” Charlie raised his chest.

Dewey laughed as if his smile was a bit of an untrue illusion, and his tone didn't flutter like an edge: “Sire, do you know what I was doing when I was twelve? ”

Charlie stunned.

Dewey asked himself, "When I was twelve years old, my father sent me back to my home in Rawling Country. I read books every day in the castle, organized soldiers in the army to kick balls, drummed up hot balloons in my spare time, and made chickens fly dogs jump in the castle. At the time, I remembered that the old butler in the castle had to write to my father every month to accuse me of being ruthless. ”

After a pause, Dewey stared into Charlie's eyes and said sincerely: "But now that I want to come, it's almost the happiest, easiest, happiest period of my life. ”

“Aren't you happy now?” Charlie Frowning: “Teacher, you are now the famous Tulip Duke of the Continent, I'm afraid not many people know your name! You have been a Duke at a young age, Admiral of the Empire, the famous strong of the continent, magician, genius scholar...”

Dewey nodded, gently adding: "But now I don't have time to play soccer anymore, play hot balloons, organize guards to gamble, or jump chicken dogs in the woods. ”

His words were mild, but his tone was heartfelt.

However, unfortunately, he was so sincere that the little emperor could not hear.

Charlie had a look on his face that he didn't care about, and Dewey knew that he was saying it for nothing.

“Teacher.” Charlie suddenly felt like he was determined to say the truth: "I've been out of town hunting every day since the end of last month! I went every day with my guards and hounds out of town, and at first we went to the royal hunting grounds, but then I got tired of playing, and I went to the woods. As of today, I've been gone 11 days in a row. ”

“It seems His Majesty is very fond of hunting.” Dewey Yudo.

“No, I don't like it at all!” Charlie suddenly said with outrage, "Tell me the truth! Now that I think about hunting, I'm gonna throw up! Hunting is good, but people get tired of going 11 days in a row! Bunny hunting today, fox hunting tomorrow. For eleven days, I leave town with my guard every day at noon until evening. ”

“Then why did His Majesty go? ”

Charlie shut his mouth, he stared at Dewey, and it took him about a dozen seconds to use a stiff voice, a whispering ghost: “What else can I do without hunting? Is there anything else I can do? ”

Looking at this teenager's face, Dewey said nothing.

Charlie, as if he had finally found a place to vent, tightened his fists and bit his teeth: “In the palace, riding is just a horse every day under the tutelage of an equestrian teacher, who teaches me to read history, read books, or wander around in the royal garden... what else can I do? If I don't go out hunting, I'm bored. ”

Dewey sighed: "So, Your Majesty, what do you want to do? ”

“I think…” Charlie stared closely at Dewey instead: “Do what an emperor should do! ”

A small voice with a strong desire.

Dewey looked at the teenager and felt emotion in her heart:

Do what an emperor should do?

This child is only 12 years old...

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