Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

When Leslie woke up on his big bed, the room was empty, with wine-red curtains hanging on the floor, dutifully resisting the intrusion of sunlight. He rubbed his eyes, and his mood instantly became violent.

"August, Augustus!"

Said to be loyal to his knight, just one night, one request, did he betray?

The old butler of the old castle appeared quietly, bowed to the count who was losing his temper, and said, "Master Knight slept outside your door all night, I decided to let him go back to school to get some things, I guess he should came back."

"Tell him to come see me," Leslie said, burying herself in the quilt with only her black hair showing.

The room Augustus got was the small room next to the count. It was said to be a small room, but it was also as large as the student dormitory. Before he could sit down and rest after putting away his things, he was summoned by the count.

He came to the door of the count's room and knocked lightly.

"My lord, may I come in?"

"Hmm." There was only a vague hum from inside.

He walked in, and the Earl was sitting under the messy quilt with his messy hair on his head. His proud and sneering expression seemed to come from his bones, which could not be erased no matter what.

"Augutus, dress me."

The belt around the waist of Lord Earl's pajamas has been half undone, revealing his creamy and smooth skin, matching the black pajamas, inexplicably full of pure temptation, he rubbed his eyes, his sleeves fell to his elbows, his hands and forearms It is also very tender, and it will turn red when you pinch it lightly.

Augustus turned a blind eye to all of this, or rather he didn't feel anything from the very beginning when he heard the count's first words.

The earl has a good appearance and a more immature body than his age, but he has only a loyal heart and silent actions.

As for clothing matching, his grades in subjects at that time were excellent. Choosing clothes suitable for all occasions and occasions for a nobleman is also a necessary skill for knights. Now that the virtues of knights are gone, the virtue he insists on is called loyalty.

He picked out matching tops, bottoms, shoes, even gloves, a hat, and underclothes. He was able to keep his eyes on the earl all the time while changing the clothes, his expression remained the same, and he maintained a serious and slightly pious expression. Do things that minions can do too.

When putting on the earl's shoes, the earl became impatient with his slow motion, kicked his foot on his shoulder, with his small toes slightly retracted, and kicked him down on the soft blanket with his legs again .

Augustus quickly got up, grabbed his feet and continued to put on his socks and shoes, without any dissatisfaction on his face.

The count put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, and looked at himself in front of the mirror. He couldn't find anything wrong to scold the knight, or he was very satisfied with the outfit. It seems that the knight carefully observed his dressing style. Happy, but a little disappointed.

Normally, as long as he showed a little skin, it would be difficult for everyone to maintain their sanctimonious appearance, and his knight—had no feeling for him?

As a master who was testing knights, he had to do something else.

"Aogu," he sat in the field of roses covered with thorns, with a naive look on his face, but the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, indicating that he actually disdained to show naivety and mocked his hypocritical self, "my foot is hurt, you Can you come and pick me up?"

"Yes, Lord Count."

"Call me Les," he showed a soft, or delicate smile, like people's cognition and defamation of him, he is casual, controllable, sitting on a large territory but not enough ability The "Little Earl".

"...Yes." Augustus came to him through the flower field, bent over and hugged him, and he was still smiling. Augustus took out a decorative silk handkerchief from his breast pocket , covering his face.

His voice showed a low tone through the vibration of his chest, which seemed a little sad, "Don't laugh like that, I won't let you laugh like that again."

Leslie Cumberland opened his mouth and closed it tightly again. Augustus could only feel the clothes on his chest being tightened.

Maybe it's just a moment, from the arms of the knight.

Leslie sank gently on the sofa, his ankles fell into slightly callused hands, the knight squatted, his dove-colored hair was different from his own indifference, it looked soft and lovely, he looked at it, reached out and rubbed it, Ruffled Augustus's hair.

Augustus glanced up at him, as if asking why he was messing with his hair, or just looking aimlessly at his touch, but to him, it seemed like a small question When the flowers bloomed, he burst out laughing.

He rolled on the sofa laughing so hard that tears came to his eyes. He didn't think about the funny thing about this trivial matter, and his ankle broke free easily. Augustus looked at him quietly for a while, enduring Can't help holding him down.

"The wound on your ankle needs a massage, please allow me to massage it for you?"

He glanced at him, as if aware of the requirements of aristocratic etiquette and posture, sat up, trying to pretend that it was just an illusion, the crumpled clothes betrayed him, he huddled pitifully, his large skin trembled slightly, as if expecting Scared again.

Unfortunately, the knight he met was the most loyal knight in the world who could turn a blind eye to beauty.

Augustus took off his long coat and wrapped the earl around him, then lowered his head and concentrated on pressing his ankles. Even though he knew that this might be a small lie that the earl had lied to him, his loyalty would allow him to He believed every word he said and carried it out.

"Augu, you are an annoying knight," Leslie Cumberland finally denied all his efforts, but did not mention driving him out or dissolving the relationship between master and servant.

Elliott's magic is not good, so he barely learned the flying letter technique in order to communicate with him, and he sent a series of eloquent messages. He only said that he was very happy recently, and he often went on dates with a girl from a small noble family. A graduate of the Academy of Royal Knights, he became a Golden Knight and told him not to come back to class.

After reading this letter, Augustus slowly, slowly evoked a slight arc. His dedication has brought him the most precious treasure in another way, that is his master.

"My lord knight," the old butler stood beside him, facing the vast starlight and night sky, "I thank you for choosing to accompany Lord Cumberland, my lord needs your loyalty very much, I hope you can continue like this, Cumberland The people of Lanzhou also hope so."

"Yes." Augustus agreed, Elliott's magic letter was put away in the magic box, and his little smile hadn't completely receded.

What a lucky thing, because of a sponsorship, he met the master he really wanted to be loyal to from the bottom of his heart.

This is the most satisfying gift he has received from the Holy Lord as a knight and as a patron.