contractual marriage

The young man in charge did not speak. The guy who came forward to communicate with the boss was a guy dressed as a servant. He looked gentle and elegant, and he actually had a scholarly demeanor. What need?"

"Good afternoon, sir, please arrange a room for us, we need a quiet dining environment." The waiter smiled politely, and took out a delicate note from his pocket, "Here is the menu, our For lunch, you can prepare according to the above, if you lack one or two items, you can also arrange some special dishes of the hotel to come in. I believe that the Auxerre Hotel, which is well-known throughout Angel, will definitely not let us down."

The boss took the menu and put on the most suitable smiling face, "Of course, we will do our best to satisfy everyone." Not a few nobles prepare menus by themselves, which is not surprising, but this note in hand But it was a bit special. The boss put away the menu calmly, bent over, and couldn't help but look at the young man surrounded by the crowd. He saw the young man standing there quietly, with his chin slightly raised, but his eyes were wide open. Gentle, seems to be looking at the furnishings of the hotel.

The boss was a little proud of himself, not because he was boasting, the decoration of Auxerre was definitely the most distinctive of Angel, the hotel design came from the court designer of Defaran, the court designer is not something that ordinary people can hire, his Auxerre Naturally, there are few hotels in Angel that can match it.

It seems that he looked at it for too long, the standing young man turned his head and met the boss's eyes.

The boss was startled, and when he was stared at by those dark blue eyes, he felt like he wanted to bend over and bow, while the young man smiled at him, polite but reserved.The boss sighed inwardly. This young master is indeed from which family, but he has never appeared in Angel before. Could it be that he is a nobleman from a nearby planet?

The one dressed as the attendant reminded the boss with his eyes, and the boss came back to his senses, immediately raised his hand, and personally led the group of people into a separate box.

The box is not too small, and the interior decoration is even more detailed and gorgeous than the lobby of the hotel, and the taste of luxury can be seen everywhere.

"This is the chanson room. The incense inside comes from the planet Romil. It is made from several of the most famous flowers and leaves on the Romil grassland. It is also unique to us in Auxerre. I hope you will like it."

The chanson room is a box specially prepared by their hotel for distinguished guests. Everything in it must be worthy of the identities of these noble gentlemen. The boss has put a lot of thought into it, especially the incense in the room. It was blended by a top perfumer who was found with a little contact. It is the only one in the whole Angel, and even His Royal Highness praised it.Once a guest steps into the chanson room, the boss will inevitably show it off, which is also secretly raising the value of the hotel.

The attendant who communicated with the boss nodded, as if he didn't want to talk to him, but the young man who hadn't spoken before actually spoke up. He sniffed the incense in the room and said lightly, "Ge Xincao, Ai Erlanhua, Lilac, Sui Liu, there should be another kind, Wenai?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the boss, as if waiting for his answer.

Now, the boss was not only surprised, he looked at the young man in amazement, "This young master can also make incense?" Besides the perfumer, who else can know the ingredients in the incense by smelling it, and can even smell it? Say it all.

The young man shook his head, "No, it's not, it's just that my mother has dabbled in this area, so she has been influenced by it, and it's not considered a specialty."

If you can understand this level through your ears and eyes, isn't this young master's mother a master perfumer?These days, the cost of training a perfumer is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, let alone a higher-ranking master perfumer, the young master in front of him is either from a family background or a huge fortune.The boss figured everything out quickly, and his attitude towards everyone became more respectful.

"You are really amazing. Milola is indeed made of these kinds of flowers." The boss said in an admiring tone, "If the young master likes it, I will give you some later."

The young man smiled, nodded towards him, and didn't speak, as if he didn't like to talk too much.

Instead, the butler behind him took a step forward and thanked the boss, "Thank you for your gift."

The boss has long been used to the temperament of the nobles, and he doesn't care about the little arrogance of the young man. On the contrary, he thinks this is more natural. He greeted several people again, and then left the room.

Soon, the food deliverer knocked on the door of the Chanson room, and delicate dishes were also placed on the table.The boss has been staying not far from the Chanson room, always paying attention to the situation inside. Such a guest is lucky if he greets well, and it is easy to cause trouble if the greeting is not good. He naturally allocated most of his attention to here.

Just as he was guessing the identity of the person inside, the communicator on his body beeped, and the head of the hall steward appeared on the communicator.

"What's going on?" The boss frowned, "Didn't you see that I was greeting the guests?"

"Boss, two people just came in from outside. They said that their master was dining in our hotel."

The boss lowered his voice, "Do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing? Ask who their master is, and if they come to make trouble, I will drive them out."

"I've already asked, and they said they couldn't disclose the master's name, they just said that their young master is wearing a white gown embroidered with gold, has black hair, is very handsome, and should have three or four servants with him."

The boss's heart skipped a beat, isn't this the young master's attire in the chanson room? Could it be his?

"Then let them come here, and I'll come and ask myself."

"But..." The steward began to hesitate again.

"But what?" The boss was impatient.

"Auxerre doesn't allow slaves to enter from the lobby. One of the two is dressed as a slave, and they insist on going through the main entrance."

"This..." The boss was puzzled, could it be that the young master really wasn't from Angel, otherwise how could his servant not know the rule that slaves can't leave the hall.

"Then what should we do now?"

The boss thought for a while, "Those two should be the servants of the guests in the Chanson room, I'll go in and ask, where are you staying."

"understood."

The boss knocked on the door of the Chanson room, and after the attendants in the room opened the door, the boss whispered about the situation in the lobby.

The leading young man raised his eyebrows, "You mean my servant has come to the door?"

"Yes."

The young man nodded, "It is true that I have two servants left behind. Because I first arrived in Angel, I asked them to go shopping for me. Now that they have arrived, let them come in."

"But... According to the rules, slaves cannot enter through the main entrance." The boss bowed his head after finishing speaking.

The young man knocked on the table, "It turns out that De Fran still has such a rule, I don't know about it, but..." He paused, "Even if my people climb, they have to climb in through the main entrance." He said The tone was calm, but cold sweat began to break out on the back of the boss.

"You...Since you said so, I'll have someone bring them here immediately."

"Okay, that's it." The young man waved his hand, unconsciously revealing the aura he had cultivated in his position all the year round.

The boss quickly backed out.

When the steward in the lobby led the young man's two servants over, the boss was surprised again. One of the two men was dressed as a servant, while the other had the obvious brand of a slave on his body. The dark blue tattoo was carved very carefully. , and the pattern of the tattoo is extremely gorgeous, such a tattoo is rarely seen on the slaves of Defaran. Sure enough, there is such an outstanding slave. If such a person is brought to the market, he can be sold at a top price just because of his appearance. He is clearly a slave but has an unusual aura. No matter how you look at it, such a person should not It is the existence of being subjugated and enslaved by others. Such a contradictory individual is so attractive that both men and women will want to conquer him.

"Where is the master?" The attendant next to him asked, it seemed that even he was a little afraid of the slaves around him, and kept a distance from him, just asking the boss about his master's whereabouts.

"The guests are in the Xiangsong room." The boss pointed to the room next to him, and casually ordered the waiter who had just delivered the food, "Take them in."

The adaptive student nodded, and knocked on the door with the two of them. As soon as the door opened, the young man's indifferent voice came.

"Know that you're coming back?" He took a bite of food, but didn't look at the two people standing side by side at the door.

The boss who originally wanted to go over to see this situation immediately moved away. From the young man's tone, he knew that he was going to teach the servants a lesson, and it was not suitable for him to go forward at this time.

"I'm sorry master, we were delayed due to something, and we didn't come back late on purpose." The attendant quickly explained, but the slave standing beside him remained silent, even with a cold expression on his face.

The attendant gave the slave an annoyed look, and quickly picked up the wine bottle he had been holding, "This is the silk wine we just brought back from the auction house. Master, we haven't forgotten what you told us."

"Bring it here." The young man said to the slave.

The man stood there motionless, until the attendant stuffed the wine into his hand, then he frowned and took a step forward.

"Pour wine." The young man sat on the sofa and looked at him, then picked up the empty wine glass and pointed it at him.

The slave's brows twitched, the hostility flashed in his eyes, and he tilted the wine bottle coldly.

However, the young man withdrew his hand the moment he poured the wine, and the bottle of expensive Silk wine was immediately spilled on the carpet, which even hurt the boss watching from a distance.

"You did it on purpose." The slave's voice was as cold as his own. He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, and all the remaining red wine flowed out, staining the entire carpet red.

The young man raised his eyebrows, and the gentleness on his face disappeared at the same time. He looked at the slave and sneered, "What a temper." His eyes were cold.

The slave stood straight, seeing the young man's deliberate provocation as a child's unreasonable trouble, his eyes full of sarcasm.

The young man smiled instead of anger, and said lightly, "It seems that you don't teach often, some people really forget their identities." He glanced at the waiter who was still standing in the room, trying to shrink his presence.

"Close the door, I don't want people to watch when I teach people."

The attendant hurriedly went to close the door, and prepared to go out himself.

"Wait, clean up the room." As soon as the young man said, the attendant had no choice but to stay with a sad face, closed the door under the comforting eyes of the boss, and tidied up the floor.

The boss looked at the closed door and let out a breath. It seemed that the young master was going to teach his servants a lesson here. I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky to have such a servant. It is also a great pleasure for those who take a bite. At this time, it is better for them to stay away.The boss waved his hand and told the few people who were serving outside to disperse, and he also temporarily left the chanson room.

But inside the room, it was a situation that they could not have imagined at all.

Qiao Mo glanced at Sol, temporarily suppressed what he wanted to say, and asked the situation directly, "Has the shielding been completed?"

He Wenqing, who was pretending to be an attendant, nodded, "Okay."

Qiao Mo stood up, walked to the side of the unremarkable attendant, and asked with a serious face, "Where is His Excellency Qiao Endong?