before he was crowned king

On the Thanksgiving Day of the God of Light, crosses with red ribbons and colorful corncobs are everywhere in the streets of the capital. Priests lead believers to sing hymns at the gates of cathedrals. Going home to prepare a family dinner, the men are talking and laughing over a good drink they just got from the tavern.Today is a special day, a holy day when the gods bestow light on the world. Everyone’s faces are filled with festive joy, and their hearts are filled with a rare kindness. Even the beggar who has always been despised by passersby For his pity, he received far more charity gifts than in the past.

The bell towers of Imperial Academy of Magic and Joshua Academy rang as scheduled.Under the colorful and dazzling rose window, young boys and girls stood in three rows, bathed in the slanting light in snow-white robes, and chanted neatly under the command of the old priest.

Thank you for the holiness, thank you for the light, and thank you for the great God!

God punishes the crimes of the wicked, and those who believe in him are never lost.

We praise you, follow you, thank you,

The sun stays above our heads, the moon stays at our toes,

God's will reaches to the heavens, cannot be violated, cannot be violated!

The sound of pious recitation came from the chapel, like a miracle, it was clearly heard by everyone, and the college was silent until the end of the hymn recitation.

"Okay, let's start our Thanksgiving banquet now." The silver-haired man wore an expensive and straight dress, smiled and clapped his hands, the silver bell rang, and melodious and beautiful music sounded in the Violet Garden.

"However, before the official start of the ball, I would like to invite the vice president to come on stage and give a speech to everyone." Mars took a step to the left, gave way to the central seat, and took the lead in clapping his hands.

There was applause. Lambert was wearing silver-white clothes with a gold-plated falcon pattern printed on his chest. He stepped onto the stage with firm steps, nodded to His Royal Highness Mars, and then turned to the people in the courtyard.

"It's a great honor to be here with all of you on Thanksgiving Day... In the next year and a half, I will serve as the president of the Falcon Club and pass on the will of the Falconers..." Lambert The special eye does not squint, and the voice is as firm as iron.

"Time flies, His Royal Highness Mars will leave the academy in a blink of an eye. However, I thought the position of the next president would be your junior." The long-haired girl gently arched her blond hair with her elbow The young man's arm, "In the end, I didn't expect His Highness to choose Lambert, a big fool."

"Senior Irene, I just joined the Falcon Club this year, and I am far inferior to Senior Lambert in terms of status and experience." Sean said, "There is no doubt that His Highness made the right choice, Senior Lambert He is the most suitable person to take over the chairmanship."

"That's right, Lambert and I are graduating soon, and the Falcon will be handed over to you sooner or later in a year and a half, so don't be discouraged, junior." Irene patted her hand symbolically Sean's shoulder, "Don't worry, if our new chairman troubles you in the future, the senior sister will help you."

"Thank you, sister." Sean smiled slightly and didn't say anything more, as if acquiescing to Irene's statement.

In fact, as early as half a month ago, His Royal Highness Mars had discussed with him alone in the office about the candidate for the president, and asked him if he had the confidence to be the president of the Falcon Club. If so, Mars would arrange Lambert graduated early and was promoted to a suitable official position, and it will be him who will speak on the high platform today.

Sean refused. He knew that Mars had considered a lot, including his worries about his future situation in the academy, but the decision to let a civilian freshman be the leader of the Falcon Society was a bit too crazy.

In the long run, this is not a favorable decision, neither for His Royal Highness nor for Sean himself.

After the speech of the new president, warm applause broke out again. No one was surprised by this decision. Lambert's election was expected by everyone.His Highness Mars patted Lambert on the shoulder, walked back in front of everyone, and handed the engraved seal representing the Falcon Club to Lambert as if completing the final handover ceremony.

Lambert held up the golden engraved seal, and men and women shouted his name underneath. When they saw Lambert walking down, they immediately surrounded him.

"Ah, how stupid." Irene couldn't help complaining, "Please, isn't today a Thanksgiving banquet? Why are there so many people booing!"

"Because Senior Lambert is the protagonist tonight, won't senior sister shout together?" Sean asked with a smile.

"I don't want it, I'm so stupid. I'm not one of his admirers." Irene looked at the fanatical girls and curled her lips unhappily.

"Xion, long time no see, we meet again." A voice as thin as a mosquito came from behind.

Sean and Irene turned their heads, and a beautiful girl in a bright yellow gauze dress was walking towards them.

"His Royal Highness Princess Ornis." Sean and Irene both froze for a moment, and saluted the girl.

"Irene, what a coincidence, you're here too." Princess Ornis's eyes moved slightly among the young girls, and her tone was a little tentative, "Are you and Sean talking about something interesting?"

"Your Highness, Sean and I didn't actually talk about anything." Irene touched the broken hair next to her ear. She couldn't say that she was complaining to her junior about the newly appointed president, and the future marriage partner of Her Highness the Princess.

"But, I saw...you seem to be having a good chat." Ornis raised his head and pursed his lips. "I shouldn't have disturbed you."

"Why, why bother?" Irene smiled, feeling a little inexplicably embarrassed.She glanced at the blond young man beside her, and then suddenly remembered that her junior was also a character that girls liked.

Although... She and Her Royal Highness Princess Ornis are indeed in an emotional competition secretly, but is the object of this competition different from what she imagined?

"Actually, I was going to find my friend over there. I'm very sorry, Your Royal Highness, please allow me to leave first." Irene quickly winked at Sean, and then showed Princess Ornis a harmless smile.

"It's okay, Irene, you don't have to be so reserved." Ornis also smiled, "Today is a Thanksgiving dinner, and you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you for your kindness." Irene quietly glanced at the figure sitting surrounded by the crowd, bent slightly and lifted the hem of her skirt to Princess Ornis.

***

"Sorry, Miss Betty, I already have a partner." Mars politely rejected the beautiful woman's invitation, "Maybe you can ask someone else."

"Well, I'm taking the liberty, Your Highness." The woman nodded, not shy from being rejected, and she still winked provocatively before leaving, "I hope I can have the opportunity to dance with you next time."

Mars didn't speak. There are many women in the social circle of nobles who want to use their beauty to wander around. He has long been accustomed to this kind of temptation to strike up a conversation. Until the woman left, he still maintained a polite and noble appearance.

He raised his red wine glass and walked towards Lambert, who was leaning against the wall. The other party avoided the congratulatory crowd and seemed to be in a daze with nothing to do.

"What are you looking at?" Mars approached and asked casually.

"That guy, really—" In the middle of speaking, Lambert seemed to realize who was asking the question, and Lambert suddenly fell silent like a musical instrument with a broken string.

Mars followed Lambert's gaze, and saw his gentle and delicate sister walking into the dancing crowd holding the arm of the blond man.

"Although I have always been very optimistic about you and Ornis, there are still some things that you need to fight for, Lambert." Mars sipped his red wine, and the men and women dancing in the distance seemed to be lovers embracing each other, "Otherwise , Ornis may be about to fall in love with someone else."

"Your Highness, this has nothing to do with His Royal Highness Ornis. You, how can you tolerate him... acting like this?" Lambert didn't know how to word it, so he could only vaguely express his confusion.

"You mean Sean?" Mars whispered. "What act do you mean? He just invited my sister to a dance."

"He..." Lambert frowned. The status of a lover is equivalent to a subordinate relationship in the aristocratic circle. The low position often not only pleases the high position, but also obeys the high position unconditionally.In other words, the high-ranking person determines the identity of the low-ranking person. Today he thinks you are a partner, and you are a partner, and tomorrow he thinks you are a pet, and you are a pet.

Lambert has seen many lovers of powerful people, including his father, Earl Shelter, who also had lovers. This is well known and nothing unusual, but he thinks His Royal Highness Mars is really serious about Sean Miller. Pampered too much.

"He is not my lover, I remember I told you." Mars shook the wine glass in his hand and said lightly, "There are many rumors outside, but he is indeed just my attendant."

Lambert was stunned. Although he didn't say anything, he had already written "disbelief" on his face.

"Then why don't you... explain?" Lambert was a little confused. He no longer knew that His Highness did not admit it, and that the information he had inquired was wrong. "If he is not yours..."

"There's no need for an explanation." Mars shrugged, with a normal tone, "Because this rumor will soon become a fact."

Lambert was dumbfounded, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"When will the things I asked you to prepare be ready?" Mars withdrew his gaze and looked at Lambert.

"I'm afraid it will take a week. If you need it urgently, I can urge the silversmith to finish the work." When it comes to the work assigned, Lambert's confused thoughts became a little clearer.

"No, there is plenty of time, don't rush it, let him build it. This is a very important thing." Mars changed a glass of new wine from the servant.

"Yes, I will take care of it." Lambert bowed his head and saluted, and watched His Royal Highness go to other places for entertainment.

Thinking of the unpredictable words he just heard, he sighed with a headache, when someone patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Ah, your eyes are about to bleed with jealousy, Lambert warrior, don't wait if you are a real man, rush forward to a duel for love, and snatch back your beloved princess!" "Female devil" came from my ear Whispered encouragement.

"Let me grab someone." Lambert squinted at the girl who came closer, "Then, you can dance with Sean Miller as you wish?"

"Hey, Junior Sean is really good! Of course I am very happy to dance with such a handsome man." Irene rubbed the tip of her nose a little embarrassedly.

"It's superficial." Lambert snorted coldly.

"Hey, hey, don't speak ill of Junior Sean, okay?" Irene defended with her hands on her hips.

"I'm talking about you." Lambert said in a cold voice with a straight face, "It's easy to be deceived by the appearance, and you don't even know how to understand a person's inner being."

"It's just a dance, don't you want to get along for a night in advance?" Irene frowned and said, "I really didn't see it, are you still an old antique?"

"Don't you like him?" said Lambert.

"Are you trying to quarrel with me? Lambert." Irene stretched out her fingers and lowered her threat, "On Thanksgiving night."

Thinking of the ghostly gloomy expression on the girl's face after the bad breakup in the teaching building, Lambert chose to remain silent.

Irene pursed her lips and snorted softly. She felt that if she continued to like Lambert like this, she might be mad at him to death before she graduated.

Irene was sulking with her arms folded, when suddenly she noticed a girl with heavy make-up walking over waddlingly with her waist twisted.

"Lambert, please invite me to dance." Irene turned around suddenly, "Hurry up, hurry up."

"Why?" Lambert frowned, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the girl.

"Don't ask, it's urgent, just do me a favor." Irene kicked the man's calf lightly, seeing that the man hadn't reacted yet, she simply grabbed Lambert's hand and put it on her waist "Please, I'll explain to you later."

"Yo, Irene. Are you... ready to dance with President Lambert?"

"It turned out to be you, Ruby. Well, as you can see, I am going to go with my dear Lambert." Irene puffed up her chest and raised her chin, "Why are you alone, no man would like to dance with you?"

Ruby raised her left hand to cover her mouth, and chuckled lightly: "Why? Did you see this?"

Irene pouted, and glanced at the dazzling ruby ​​ring on the opponent's hand.

"Honey just gave it to me yesterday, you know, we're getting engaged soon." Ruby's tone was rather smug, "So, you better hurry up, Irene." She whispered in Irene's ear , "Otherwise, one day Lambert suddenly loses interest in you, and you may be sad again."

"Don't worry about it." The corners of Irene's mouth froze, watching Ruby leave happily with her left hand raised, her expression was as disgusting as if she had eaten a fly.

"Who is she?" Lambert asked.

"Ruby Beate. Don't you know her?" Irene said in surprise, "Please, she's in your class."

"I don't know." Lambert shook his head and thought for a while, "It may be because of the makeup, I didn't recognize it."

Erin froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Lambert asked with his head down.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just...you sometimes speak unexpectedly viciously." Irene wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lambert sighed helplessly, "I'm leaving too, so I don't really want to dance."

"Why don't you dance?" Irene said while dragging the man into the crowd, "It's a rare dance!"

"Aren't you doing it for that Ruby to see?" Lambert held the girl's soft hand a little uncomfortably.

"Yeah, because I don't like seeing her!" Irene admitted generously, "If she sees that no one invites me to dance, I will be laughed at by her."

"Obviously someone invited you, didn't you? You didn't agree." Lambert spun around the girl's waist.

"I have to choose, I don't agree to whoever comes." Irene snorted softly, "I'm different from that courtesan Ruby, didn't you see? Everyone knows the way she showed off the ring just now." , the man who gave her the ring is almost as old as her grandfather."

Lambert stopped suddenly.

"Why did you stop? I accidentally stepped on your foot." Irene complained softly while looking at the man's sullen face.

"Irene, who do you usually give gifts like rings to?" Lambert frowned and asked.

"Of course, it's...the person I like!"

"What if it's a ring with your name engraved on it?"

"That, that... must be the love of my life, which means the sincere and strong love of "you belong to me". Why do you ask such a question?"

Eileen was puzzled.

"Your Highness is really crazy, can't it really be given to him?" Lambert murmured, if the assumption is true, all doubts will be solved.

Because the important gift His Highness asked him to prepare... was a silver ring engraved with "Mars Salfield".

The author has something to say: trouble, stumbling, the first part is coming to an end in a few days!

感谢在2020-08-0520:58:58~2020-08-0821:29:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Little Liuye and Jiuming 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: my wife’s surname is Gu, 10 bottles of Wuyin; 6 bottles of Jiuming; 3 bottles of Fenfen and Baize; 2 bottles of su?h;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!