Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

Themis forbids fighting by force, so it will not allow consuls of various countries to set up private prisons, but at the beginning, this request was opposed, and gradually became a consensus as time went by.

After the murder, due to sufficient evidence, the Red Knights did not take long to deal with it, and handed over the criminal to the law enforcement team.

But as a consul of a country, it is undoubtedly very easy for old Charles to see the prisoner.

"Sir Duke, should you wait here, or come with me to save time."

"Let's go together to save time." The duke replied succinctly.

"Okay, the red knight will have a special carriage, and you can take the VIP route, which will be faster." Old Charles didn't look at the sea-buckthorn rose, and called to his assistant, telling the young man to prepare the carriage first.

About 10 minutes later, I got the news that I could leave.

The Duke walked in front, and Andy held the skirt in one hand and the Duke's arm in the other, and went out to enter the red carriage parked at the door.

Old Charles wisely prepared two cars, and Andy and the Duke shared the ride. The carriage of the Red Knights was spacious inside, with thick carpets on the floor, and a small table for placing items.

The windows are made of crimson thin crystal, and the sunlight seeps in, as soft as moonlight.

Andy raised his hat: "Master Duke Austin, thank you for your help, your kindness impresses me deeply."

"I didn't provide any help. In fact, I don't intend to intervene in this matter." The Duke lowered his eyes, his tone was flat and slightly hurried, which was a hidden and intense emotional expression.

Without Austin, Old Charles wouldn't have let him meet that humanoid so easily.

Andy's eyes flickered slightly, and some fragmented images appeared in his mind. Those crazy, evil and dirty whispers were not his memories, but they still made people feel terrible and creepy, and could easily cut a person's soul in half .

Those hidden and unspoken memories cannot be erased or dispelled. They accumulate over time and condense into hatred. The desire for revenge is the strength that supported Austin to survive.

It is impossible for Andy to force the Duke to do something for this matter, he just simply expressed his gratitude, without any other meaning, but at this time, others can see that he is very concerned about this matter, the Duke will naturally think of Andy's thoughts Use his power to overturn the case.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Did someone say you look like a flower?" Andy shook the folding fan, changed the subject, and didn't want to make the car so quiet. The duke's unconscious look made Andy feel uncomfortable.

His emerald green eyes showed doubts, and he shook his head: "Not really." After a pause, he added: "My appearance is not outstanding."

Just as Andy wanted to comfort him, the Duke went on to say, "But I'm very rich."

"..."

The Duke's power and status make it easy for people to overlook his appearance. He is young, tall and thin, and has no other obvious advantages other than that.

Long black curly hair, today is matched with a dark purple headband.

Pale skin, gloomy emerald green eyes seem to contain the tide, easily distracting the attention of the viewer, making people ignore his unremarkable facial features.

Andy looked at him from top to bottom, as if observing a plant, and the Duke turned away uncomfortably.

"You are like a coconut tree." Andy concluded.

"why?"

"Milk white milk white."

This was a very teasing sentence. The Duke quickly realized that his face was flushed with anger, and his soft lips trembled, but he didn't say anything ironic.

Andy felt a little guilty and touched his nose.

After the carriage stopped, Andy took a look from the window. The round, white, solid, squat building was hidden among green trees and white flowers, holy like a temple.

There was a law enforcement team standing guard in Themis prison, and the Garuda pattern of the former royal family could still be seen on their platinum and gold armor. Old Charles got out of the carriage, informed the guards, and went directly to the captain to negotiate.

Phelps was not a patient gentleman.

Charles secretly slandered, urged the knight leading the way, and unconsciously quickened his pace, walked through the hall, the side yard was the square where the captain of the law enforcement team trained new players, and the sound of dangdang fencing could be heard endlessly.

"Ho!"

In the courtyard, two riders were wrestling.

One of them was wearing a horned helmet, his upper body was bare, and his chest muscles were bulging. He grabbed the other taller man, tangled his elbows, caught his knees, and knocked him to the ground with a hard blow.

"Barry! Barry!"

The onlookers cheered and shouted the winner's name. The man wearing the horn helmet took off his hood, showing a sunny and handsome smiling face. He raised his hand and waved, pulling the man who fell on the ground up and clapping The dust on his clothes.

"Good work and progress."

"Captain Barry." Old Charles stepped forward with a smile.

Barry held the horned helmet with a slightly impatient expression: "Old Mr. Charles, do you want to borrow my team members to find some cats, cats and dogs again? As I said, in Themis, if a pet dog is lost, You should go to the restaurant, and even if you ask me, I can't hang the chef."

Old Charles: "..." I am the resident consul of the Red Knights, what can I do, the lady forced me to attend the dog's funeral in the end, I couldn't bear it.

Forget it, let it go, fight and kill all day long, my old Charles will compete with you to see who can have the last laugh.

Old Charles endured his depression, explained the ins and outs briefly, and emphasized: "That duke is the most difficult person for Isa to deal with. He wants to see the humanoid arrested yesterday. Barry, you need to help."

Barry snorted and thumped his chest loudly: "We are not the Red Knights here. You can join if you want. Even the duke needs to apply for review, but since you ask me, I won't refuse."

Old Charles: "..." Don't be angry, I will live longer than them.

Barry wiped off his sweat casually, got dressed, and the two nobles, probably impatiently waiting, went from the carriage to the living room, where they were admiring the oil paintings on the wall.

A tall and thin gentleman wearing a half-top hat and holding a cane, accompanied by a beautiful young lady. Hearing the voice, the lady turned her head and looked casually. She nodded slightly. The lips were drawn slightly, as if making fun of something.

Barry's heart skipped a beat.

"Sir, ma'am, you can come with me." He made an inviting gesture.

Andy took the Duke's right arm and gave him the job of speaking. After the old Charles gave a brief introduction, they followed Barry to the prison at the bottom.

"I'm curious why you want to meet a condemned prisoner."

The Duke said coldly: "Yes."

Barry: "..." It's so perfunctory.

Walking down the stairs of the prison, the two sides are very spacious, with butter lamps hanging, and the orange-red candles dance slightly.

Andy found that the Duke was very nervous, his arms were stiff, and his face was very pale, as if he was afraid of something.

The Duke is afraid of fire.

Andy slowed down, wanted to ask about Austin's condition, but guessed that he would not tell the truth, so he stretched out his hand and patted him on the back.

Austin was taken aback and reacted so badly that he almost shook off Andy's arm.

Old Charles and Barry turned their heads and stared at the coldly sweating Duke for no apparent reason. Andy stretched out his hands, pretending to straighten his clothes, and pressed down the Duke's hat from behind his back, almost covering his eyes .

"It's okay, please continue to lead the way." He smiled, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Miss Oliver, I can't see anything." The Duke lowered his voice.

Andy took his arm, and shook the fan with the other hand: "I'm afraid you will be bored, let's play an interesting game, just close your eyes and follow me."

"I'm the Duke, you can't tease me!"

Andy twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "That's really a coincidence, I happen to be the Duchess."

Duke: "..."

Descending the stairs and passing through the corridor, Andy saw the humanoid Dan in the prison. Compared with Isa, the prison in the free city is full of life, clean and hygienic, not only complete with toiletries, but also supporting books and entertainment.

"Repentance", "The Law of Themis", "A Commandment of the Day"

"I want to be alone with him for a while," Andy said to Barry.

Barry shook his head, disapproving. Before he could explain his reasons, the young beauty turned her gaze to the Duke, and straightened the brim of his hat thoughtfully.

The Duke's emerald green eyes showed no emotion: "One hundred gold coins, I want to talk to him alone."

Barry shut his mouth in surprise. One hundred gold coins can buy a lot of new equipment. He scratched his hair, nodded depressedly, and walked not far away with Old Charles to wait.

"..." I was not a person who surrendered for the sake of power.

Andy knelt down and knocked on the railing: "Hey! Dan? Is that you?"

A black shadow came out, and the boy looked at the young lady in front of him in surprise, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss Oliver, why are you here?"

Andy didn't answer, but said bluntly: "Did you kill someone?"

Dan's eyes widened in astonishment, and his green eyes were confused: "This... I don't quite understand what you mean, no... I don't."

Andy squeezed the center of his brows, and clicked his tongue: "Did you know that you were accused of murder? The crime has been convicted."

Dan bit his lower lip, his eyes were gloomy, and he thumped the railing: "Really? The verdict is established? But I am innocent, I don't know anything, I fainted, I was arrested when I woke up, No one wants to listen to my explanation at all."

"Miss Oliver, what are they going to do? Will they kill me?" Tears wet Dan's face, and he looked terrified.

Andy stared at Dan for a while to make sure he wasn't lying. Dan had testified for him at the ball, and Andy remembered it clearly. He nodded slowly: "I'll help you."

The Duke snorted softly, knowing the expression on Andy's face without looking at him.

Andy inquired carefully about the day when the incident happened, calmed down the frightened humanoid, and then got up.

The Duke leaned against the wall, hidden in the shadow between the two candles, and Andy stood there for a moment, holding Austin's arm with his hand, and adjusting his hat with the other.

"Thank you." He said softly.

The Duke didn't know why, but his body became more rigid. He exhaled lightly, his face was blurred in the dim light, and Andy looked down from above, and lightly swept his downcast gloomy eyes.

"Do you want me to help him?" said the Duke suddenly.

Andy smiled lightly, and suddenly asked, "Austin, what's my name?"

The Duke closed his eyes, opened his soft lips a little, and his densely curled eyelashes trembled uneasily. He said firmly, "Miss Oliver."

Andy: "..." Okay, let me see how long you can keep your mouth shut.

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