noble pharmacist

If the education received in the early years is to be used as a human weapon, it depends on one thing-whether it is used or not.

The Duke of Aiye Castle is just a false name given to him by Curtis, and the actual power needs to be won bit by bit by Anderson himself.The title of commander-in-chief of the dragon team announced Anderson's victory over Vincent, which meant that he had changed from the vassal relationship of the "excellent pharmacist assistant" that Vincent needed at first to an equal relationship. In name, Anderson even Even better.Vincent didn't say anything on the surface, but he was still polite and modest, and Anderson didn't care about his tricks behind the scenes.

Restoring the title of duke means that Seth's annual taxes paid to the lord by Maple Leaf County need to be allocated to Anderson's name.This is like snatching meat from the mouth of a lion, and the danger can be imagined.Anderson is fully prepared for the challenge.The cousin of His Majesty the King, newly recruited and favored, the title of duke restored, granted the position of commander-in-chief of the dragon team, and still single-these are the best business cards for Anderson to re-enter Denton's upper class.Out of revenge, what he did was almost exclusively aimed at Seth, and sometimes it even hindered him how to do it—he made friends with the old-fashioned dignitaries who opposed Seth and the Royal Knights, and wooed the upstarts who were still at the bottom of the middle. Everyone knows that anyone who stands opposite Seth is on the side of the Duke of Lancaster.

But nothing happened.

Seth himself delivered the spring tax books in due time.

Anderson was holding a salon at his mansion when Seth came.

Anderson lay on the bench, with layers of backrests and cushions piled up beneath him.He stood up slightly, and saw the tall and thin figure at the door of the hall through the cracks of the woman's fragrant fake flowers and feather fan.

At that time, he was holding the hand of a countess, and kissed it on his lips.The countess looked away shyly, while the man standing at the door lowered his face.

Anderson raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this the Marquis Elberd? What wind brought the Marquis here?"

The man stood in the hallway, watching the guests whispering in the hall without speaking.The newly restored Duke of Ayerburg and the Templar Marquis Elberd's estrangement has long been known in San Warsaw.

Like a Persian cat, the youthful temperament buried in the cushion is lazy and deserted. It is already spring, and the neckline and cuffs are covered with thick fur.Seth frowned, and he chose the title carefully: "Duke, the old knee and...abdominal injuries are still hurting?"

Anderson asked: "Business or private? I'm busy with private matters."

Seth said it was business, and Anderson had no choice but to stand up lazily, apologized to the ladies with great regret, and walked across the hall to take him to the deep study.

Seth didn't say a word along the way, until the study door was closed, he said: "Lian Black's death is not a reason for you to indulge yourself."

Anderson smiled: "The Marquis fucked that blonde beauty in my room in Aiye Castle, isn't it indulgence? What's her name..." He pretended to think hard: "Anna?"

Seth suddenly looked like a dog beaten by his master, his eyes darkened: "I have already let her go."

Beating dogs in the water is not Anderson's hobby. He casually flipped through the account books that Seth sent up. The accounts were neat and clear, and there was no sign of deliberately embarrassing others.Seth stood by and watched Anderson's audit. After standing for a long time, he said: "You don't need to wrong yourself to cater to this group of moths. I know that you have never been good at politics, social relations and politics."

This was Seth's face-saving reminder.Anderson admired Seth's way of talking without blood. He said the vicious words in a gentle and leeway.

Anderson flipped through the account books: "You also know they are Denton borers? Do you think that I am a perfect Denton borer now?"

"If you want to take revenge on me in this way, I don't mind." The man's face was as gloomy as a dark cloud in the sky: "You can continue."

Anderson continued with a smile on his face.

Only at the grandest galas in San Warsaw can the Duke of Lancaster be seen.The young Duke was sitting under the shade of a tree, with one hand in his trouser pocket, holding a silver-headed black walnut cane. The warm spring breeze brushed his light golden forehead hair, and his whole person was picturesque.

Every day, when some noble ladies passed by him, at the right time, they rolled their eyes into the Duke's arms, and a group of people fanned fans and handed smelling salt bottles.

Scars are a man's badge.Anderson would inadvertently show the newly healed scar on his lower abdomen, encouraging the delicate noble ladies to carefully rub their fingers along the wound.Anderson, finding himself more and more like Ryan, also made up the story of a brave road robber before returning to high society, so true that he was reported to the highest level of the Royal Knights.

Finally, one day Seth caught him at the wedding banquet of the daughter of a certain important person, and reminded him sullenly: "Duke of Lancaster, as far as I know, the wound on your abdomen was not left by the brave robbers in the Southur Desert. of."

Anderson nodded: "Of course the Marquis knows how this was left behind."

During the Oak City Rebellion, he was impaled in the back by members of the Royal Knights in front of Seth.

He added: "I also know that the character of the Marquis is not as noble as people say."

This refers to the Aiye Castle Rebellion that year, Seth's outright betrayal.

For a moment Seth said nothing.He took Anderson's hand and touched his chest, and Anderson could feel the beating heart underneath through the fabric.

The man standing in front of him looked like a large dog abandoned by his owner, his eyes were hurt and panicked.He asked very seriously: "There is also a scar here. You stabbed me to save that man when we were in Fort Aiye last time. Can we get even?"

"You and I are alive, but Ryan is dead."

He held his cane and walked away slowly. After taking two steps, his elbows were tightly clamped.

"Master."

Anderson raised his eyebrows impatiently.

The hand that clamped him stubbornly refused to let go: "You were not like this before. You don't like this kind of dealing with power and interests, and you also..." He hesitated for a moment: "I don't like women."

"My taste has nothing to do with the Marquis. What I use now is what you taught me-how to see if a person has lied to you, how to form gangs, how to marry their daughter as a bait to make friends with power Pai nobles. The difference is that I was too lazy to try."

The sky in spring is a lake-like light blue.Anderson raised his chin, looking at the white cirrus clouds in the sky, his eyes slightly moistened by the glare of the light.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I want to know where Lane's body is buried."

silence.

Anderson picked up the cane and swung it diagonally down his body. Hearing the sound of hard wood hitting the bone, the hand holding his elbow loosened.He kept going.

The person behind caught up with him in two or three steps, hugged him from behind, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you love him?"

"..."

"You almost died for him."

"..."

"You'll never see him again."

Anderson felt his voice trembling: "Did he say anything to me in the end?"

Seth was silent for another moment: "No. He was seriously injured and has been in a coma. We couldn't find any information by torture, so we dealt with it as usual."

The weather was clear and warm, and Anderson felt dizzy.

The arms of the person behind him were strong and strong, and they turned him around without any effort.The lips first cover the bridge of the nose, then between the eyebrows, and finally stay on the lips.Because of the fixed hands, the waist was always tightly pressed together during the kiss, and Anderson could feel Seth's slightly warm body through the fabric.

Seth's kissing skills are very good, his tongue is dexterous and skilled, and he is very considerate of the other person's feelings.So when Anderson slapped him away, his gray-blue eyes were clouded with desire.

Seth's mouth was bleeding.He raised his white-gloved hand to wipe his lips, and continued to kiss stubbornly.Eyes slightly closed, fingers inserted into Anderson's soft hair, almost holding him in his arms.

When they were separated, they were almost in a state of mutual blogging.Of course Anderson couldn't beat Seth, so he could only say harsh words: "Marquis Elberd, please remember your identity. No matter how powerful you are, you are just someone else's dog. I used to raise it, but now it is Curtis raises."

Seth was not seen again for several days after that.Anderson was taking a nap in his own bed, taking off his uncomfortable gown and changing into loose, soft pajamas.

There was a bouquet of white roses on the bedside, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Vincent observing his face with great interest.

"Finally woke up." Vincent raised his eyelids: "The Marquis asked me to give you a message, don't do dangerous things for revenge. You have no chance of winning."

Anderson found that his ability to control his emotions was getting worse and worse. He sat up irritably and threw the white rose that Vincent put on the table on the ground: "It smells terrible."

After throwing it away, I regretted it: "I'm sorry, it's been a little difficult to control my emotions recently."

Vincent's smile seemed very sincere: "I know, you are pushing yourself too hard, and your nerves are always very tense. There is too much pressure, and sometimes it is inevitable to vent. You are wary of too many people, you see you even I'm on guard."

"Ann, you are not happy. Why do you force yourself to deal with the conservative old men and boring noble ladies?"

Anderson sleepy before going to bed: "I don't need them, but I need their family power."

Vincent bent his eyes and smiled: "Ann, do you know what I like most about you? Your gray-blue eyes are beautiful, especially when you just wake up."

Vincent is here to talk about training the dragon.Curtis set a deadline for the establishment of the dragon team, and Anderson had to dispense the medicine himself.He left Henry III in the nest of three adult golden pterosaurs to cultivate his relationship, and he didn't care about it for a few days.Little lizards like to climb high.It has begun to grow a little film-like black wings on its back, and it can flap and hug the thigh of the big dragon to climb, and the opponent can fall off and roll all the way far away by shaking his legs.

Anderson suddenly became worried, and Vincent comforted him: "It's okay, your little lizard Marquis is taking care of it. Compared to this, Ann, His Majesty has something to call for you."

Said to be summoned, when Curtis deigned to come to Anderson's house in person, he was still caught off guard.

The new king entered the living room without being informed by the waiter.At that time, Anderson was looking up the pharmacopoeia when he suddenly felt long straight golden hair hanging on his shoulders.Looking up, he saw Curtis standing behind him.

"Duke, do you know my half brother, Prince Ansair?"