Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

The extravagant room unexpectedly matches the figure in my mind.

After walking out of this room, he found that the corridor in front of him was unbelievably familiar.

Raymond Guyton Mansion? !

This place that broke the relationship between the two before... Wait, where is Paimon?

The fuzzy scene flashed in his mind, and the scent of hair tail lingered in the membrane of his nasal cavity reminded him of what stupid things he had done all the time.

If Paimon stood in front of him, he might be so shy that he would turn into a hummingbird and hide in any closed bud.

Leon was thinking about what happened in the theater in a daze, while trying to find a way out.

"Master Vasago!"

Vasago, who had just finished sorting out books and read a lot of knowledge, walked out of the library contentedly, but was frightened by Leon's yell, and almost all the books in his hand fell to the ground.

"Leon, why are you here?"

He straightened the mirror frame, and all the doubts turned into a warm sigh when he saw the ring that had returned to his middle finger.

Combined with the room that was obviously destroyed and restored by magic before, and Sidi's rhetoric... It is not difficult to deduce that this is not some unknown little lover, but Paimeng's legitimate lover.

Perhaps it is the long-term obsession with the paper world that makes his ability to distinguish right from wrong is deteriorating.

"Please follow me to the living room first."

……

Leon picked up his teacup and took a sip. Even the hot and fragrant black tea could not really calm down the uneasiness in his heart.The eloquence usually used for interpersonal communication seems to be stuck in a certain pass in an instant, leaving the unarmed knight alone to face the unknown.

He put the black tea cup back on the porcelain plate, his gentle movements minimized the sound of the porcelain colliding, and he observed the layout of the room from the corner of his eye.

Unlike Paimon's room, which is full of artistic atmosphere, it also silently shows the wealth and elegance of the rich and famous.

Like a house in a play...

Princess Toni Mishtar kneels before her father's coffin and weeps in despair, among the few scenes he remembers from the play.

"Master Vasago, are Paimon's parents in the mansion?"

"Uh, to be precise, they are not in the human world."

Demons were born in the abyss of hell, and the concept of human "parents" must be described as strange and absurd to them.

"Oh God...I'm so sorry about that."

"You don't have to apologize, our family doesn't grieve the loss of a member. Stronger individuality is what most members approve of, so there's less communication between members."

Put family interests first, and weaken the emotional fetters brought about by blood ties.

Paimon is one of them.

He didn't expect that such a euphemistic sentence would deepen Leon's strange inner understanding of nobles.

26. talk

Dear Leon, when you receive this letter, we have already set off and will arrive at the capital in a few natural days.

The ink was broken on the fragile texture of the papyrus paper, and the writer did not dare to use any force, for fear that the paper on which emotions were placed would break halfway.On a small piece of letter paper, there are many familiar handwritings.

After closing the letter full of concern from the small town of Bryce, Leon suppressed the excitement of meeting his master and friends soon, and stuffed the letter into the cabinet where he and Paimon used to communicate with each other.

This might be a good time for them to meet up.

……

"Master, this is the style of Master Lusaka! This back-engraving technique can be applied to building gateposts!"

"Freshly baked clove baked pie! Hey, it's so hot!"

Lei hurriedly followed Charlemagne through the Brocas market. The variety of food here is enough to attract any visitor from other places, and it only takes a few jingling copper coins to taste it at a very cost-effective price. A novelty that is very different from home.

He pulled Lei who almost hit the caravan of the shop. Even the elderly Charlemagne, because of the roaring shouts and the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, his eyes were shining with a different light than usual except for facing the sculpture. .

As soon as the group of them unloaded their luggage from Kanreich, the bustling and noisy city, which is completely different from the small town of Bryce, deeply attracted every young heart.Even the outer wall of the posthouse where the horses ate food and grass was hung with a bronze Roaring Lion Medal, swaying slightly in the summer wind and waving to them.Thanks to the big order a few months ago, the workshop got sufficient funds to support a collective outing of the apprentices.

If it weren't for Charlemagne's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the brown-gray eyes that were about to burst into flames, it would be absolutely impossible for the young apprentices represented by Lei to move their steps away from the Brocas Market.

At the end of the bazaar is the Royal Workshop, and the apprentices pushed forward. After witnessing the luxurious architectural design under the aegis of the royal family, they all expressed their sincere admiration and emotion for Lyon, who was studying here.Charlemagne was sitting near the big tree at the door, staring blankly at nowhere, letting the shade of the tree darken the top of his head, which was almost tobacco-colored.

According to the usual practice, Leon walked out after finishing the day's classes. Unless there were special circumstances, he would spend the dinner time with Paimon these days.

Not far from the door and turning left is the inherent waiting place.

Thinking of tonight's dinner, his steps couldn't help but become brisk, and even the hem of his clothes dancing in the wind could make people smell the joy of being immersed in love.

Charlemagne watched his dearest apprentice, he turned left the moment he walked out, and then stopped in front of the carriage that had been in the shadow of the corner not long ago, the body of the carriage slightly undulated, as if the door had been opened Afterwards, Leon became intimate with the person who came out of the carriage very familiarly.

"Lyon!"

He yelled in surprise.

……

The Swan Tavern is a well-known tavern in the royal capital among the common people. During the day, it serves sweet wine drinks, accompanied by musical instrument tunes that make people slightly drunk. The wind blows slowly, and the entire royal capital seems to be drunk in it, enjoying a moment of leisure Comfortable; and when the night falls, it is a special event for spirits and copper coins. The spicy liquor will stimulate every tired soul without hesitation.

After entering the tavern, the apprentices were directly attracted by the unheard of "swan's neck kiss". The tavern in Bryce town does not make these fancy things, after all, who would waste time and effort for simple cider What about an awkward name?

But that's what sets King's Tavern apart.

Leon glanced at Charlemagne, then pretended to be nonchalant and swung the glass of cider.And Paimon beside him was staring at Charlemagne intentionally or unintentionally.

"I need to talk to him, Leon."

"If there is anything you can tell me directly, maybe it can be solved well now..."

Charlemagne interrupted him point-blankly.

"Lion, like you, he is a man who should not be afraid of potential difficulties."

Hearing this sentence, Leon got up subconsciously and wanted to leave this inexplicably suffocating environment, but he was worried that his young partner could handle this problem well, so he hesitated and froze in place.

Receiving Leon's worried gaze, Paimon held his right hand with the ring on it, and then slowly released it.

"I see, father."

Charlemagne Karburn finally decided to exercise his power as a father at this moment.

……

"You gave him the ring on his hand?"

As soon as the two of them stepped into the more secluded dining table upstairs, before the attendant had time to flush the tea away, Charlemagne got rid of the pleasantries and attacked directly.

"Obviously yes, the two of us are going to be married."

Paimon took a sip of the steaming black tea. He knew how much human beings value their parents, which is similar to the respect that high-ranking demons have for King Solomon, so he could temporarily forgive the old carpenter for his rudeness.

Hearing his words, Charlemagne's eyebrows were folded together like dry bark, and the thick coffee-colored brow tips revealed that he was trying to digest and understand the rapidly developing relationship between the two.

"I have been in a romantic relationship with Leon during my vacation in the small town of Bryce, and now we have decided to form a closer relationship. Charlemagne Karburn, I allow you to object, but this will not affect Final Results."

"My lord, I don't have a better understanding of you... your family. Is it a bit hasty to do so?"

"You don't have to question my decision. Paimon Raymond Gayton, the Grand Duke personally conferred by the king, I think my family is already strong enough to not be disturbed by the marriage, and no one else can interfere with my marriage .”

Charlemagne tried his best to suppress the sigh that wanted to come out of his throat.

"It's an honor for the Karben family to be favored by you, but I'm sorry that we really can't match your noble status."

Why are low-level creatures always keen to emphasize boring and meaningless class issues?

It was the same last time in Lyon.

"He loves me deeply, and that is enough."

He put down the teacup impatiently, the crisp sound of collision did not approach the perfect minimum, but was deliberately emphasized. Charlemagne vaguely understood that this handsome noble man did not seem to have such a good temper.

"But it's not like the Karben family and the nobles are completely incompatible, as you said."

Paimon noticed with satisfaction that Charlemagne on the opposite side was no longer as calm as before, and intense mood swings were burning like a raging fire from those clenched fists.

"His mother, Dailin Quaid, a defector from the Quaid family..."

Charlemagne's normally bright brown-gray eyes were covered with unspeakable misery when he heard the words.

"...she pursues wind and freedom, in