The protagonist is always seen

Andrew broke into the door, deliberately making a loud noise.

The result is not important, I have never won anyway, the important thing is the momentum.

He scanned the living room like a falcon, his eyes stayed on Ariel for a moment, and then he locked on Beatrice.

Beatrice glanced at him, and felt that she hadn't caused any trouble these days, and had been honestly preparing for Ariel's arrival, so she looked back confidently, and showed the demeanor of a mother, Trying to show it in front of Ariel, she asked very gently.

"Are you hungry?"

Andrew didn't answer her, put his hands in his pockets, stepped forward and kicked over the table.

The table is not big, and it is more private in nature. It is different from the long table in the hall. It is an exquisite small round table, which is very convenient for users to talk.

It is also easy to be kicked down. There are rich food and decorative vases on the table. Andrew rushed over and knocked it over like a pony, and the food and soup on it were splashed.

Ariel bears the brunt.

Ariel happened to be sitting on Andrew's side, and was greatly affected, so he subconsciously crossed his arms in front of him.

Vaum reacted quickly. He immediately stood up and stood sideways in front of Ariel, but no matter how fast he reacted, it was still a step too late. He blocked part of the soup for Ariel, but most of the soup still splashed onto Ariel's white face. On his shirt and hair, he looked very embarrassed.

Andrew is very easily irritated, like a fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus rex, he looks very difficult to provoke, but he is actually quite measured when he is angry.

He was often so angry that he threw things around, but he never vented his anger on anyone. Even though Beatrice provoked him countless times, he was so angry that he jumped, and he never made a move on Beatrice or the people around her. Of course , You can't beat it with your hands.

Beatrice was the most talented magician in the academy back then. She was born in Ailuo City. When she was young, she followed the adventure team into the depths of the Kay Forest and came out safe and sound. You must know that it was the Kay Forest. Those undead creatures Still wandering around there to this day.

Even Duke Toland couldn't figure out Beatrice's true strength, let alone the immature Andrew.

Beatrice was really angry this time. If it was just herself, she might spend some time playing with the little guy. After all, his reaction is sometimes too cute. I see a lot of old foxes. It is too rare to be able to play tricks without using people's brains.

But this time Ariel was still by her side. When it came to temper, Beatrice was the one who was really moody, and she didn't care about Andrew who was the one who teased her first.

All she knew was that Andrew had ruined everything she had carefully arranged, and she was very upset. Beatrice's face darkened, and even the corners of her eyes and brows were cold. A certain little guy needed some lessons.

But before she could take any action, Waum at the side had already done it without hesitation. He was born in Ailuo City, so he didn't want to do it if he could do it.

Vaum was very agile. In order to avoid him, Andrew rolled on the ground and opened up a distance, which was exactly what Vaum wanted. He wanted to keep Andrew away from Ariel.

Vaum's offensive was fierce, and it was a little difficult for Andrew to parry.

He was turned back by Waum, and he was roughly pressed to the ground, and he couldn't break free. Andrew was raised by the military education of the Toland family, and he had good aptitude.

"What are you crazy about, do I know you?"

Beatrice's anger had subsided, and instead she became curious about Vaum, while Ariel quietly let the servants take care of his hair.

Beatrice watched for a moment.

"He is excellent as your knight."

She naturally knew Vaum who came here as Ariel's knight.

Ariel smiled.

"Not a knight, he is my friend."

Vaum was joking himself, and Ariel naturally couldn't take it seriously.

Vaum raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, no formal homage ceremony yet."

His tone was a little too relaxed, like telling a joke, so that Ariel didn't even consider whether it was true or not.

Andrew, who was angrily trying to break free from Vaumu's grip, heard them talking, looked over, and met Ariel's eyes.

Andrew fell silent for a moment, and the glance on the road only showed him the black hair.

Now at such a close distance, when he faced the almost sinful beauty, he couldn't miss it all at once.

Ariel's hair was slightly wet and a little curly, which was caused by the servants cleaning him with water just now. Because of the stains on his clothes, he unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing his thin chest like a delicate jade sculpture.

But he's more alive, he's real, it's so alive and beautiful.

Black curly hair and cool white skin are a perfect match.

It's supposed to be frosty, but the rosy lips add some color.

Andrew couldn't help blushing when he thought that the filth on his body was the reason for him.

And it's not just because of shame, he's weird, he thinks, he's soiled such beauty with his own hands, and it feels so damn good, like, like he can do whatever he wants to him.

Ariel didn't dodge such stares, he never felt uncomfortable being watched by others, he casually took the teacup from the dining car next to him, and poured it on Andrew.

Because of Vaum's suppression, Andrew knelt on the ground on one knee.

The cold tea trickled down Andrew's chin onto the carpet.

"We're both cleared."

Then Ariel said this.

Even the high-status wives in the royal capital kept secrets about their illegitimate children or their previous children, but Beatrice did not hide the existence of Ariel at all. She, Mrs. Toland, had a very stable position.

She even held a banquet specially for Ariel to announce his existence to the royal capital's social circle.

Since then, Ariel has made a name for himself in the social circle of the capital.

His beauty is more talked about than his origin.

But most nobles don't pay much attention.

Beatrice only invites a few close people and people she thinks are harmless.

She didn't want Ariel to go too deep into the social circle, she just held the banquet out of a mother's desire to show off and to find some friends of the same age for Ariel.

And the nobles in the royal capital always like to exaggerate. One point is two points, and five points are also points for color. No one knows whether it is a compliment or a fact.

In fact, there are a few "beauties" in the capital every year. Most of them are young ladies who need to start socializing when they are old. This is a common trick.

Ariel was really famous at a banquet hosted by the king. Mrs. Beatrice was keen on socializing, and she calmly talked and laughed surrounded by a bunch of people.

And Ariel went to the balcony at the beginning.

Until a bard found him.

Bards have always been a very special group. They are loyal to their inner feelings and often do some outrageous things. They are a group of crazy artists.

The arty aristocrats in the royal capital would often "generously" forgive their outrageous behavior and leave behind a lot of love affairs.

And this one is no exception.

This is a good looking young man.

That young man is as happy as a bird, his big beautiful eyes are full of joy, wearing a white shirt and shorts, wearing small leather shoes on his feet, playing the accordion in his hand, singing cheerful songs, wherever he goes, there It's all joy.

He sang of sorrow with joyful tones.

He has a lot of singing skills, it's like instinct, he is like the most tactful nightingale, who can sing love in a low voice, or like the most magnificent building, bringing you the most shocking voice like a storm.

Because of this, he was highly respected in the capital, and even the king gave him courtesy. He sang when he was happy, but he seldom sang loudly, and the banquet where he stretched his throat was always very lively.

The host of the banquet will also be very happy, which will make him very face-saving.

He is clearly in a good mood today.

But when he saw Ariel, he suddenly stopped singing and jumped off the high platform.

A group of band players looked at each other, wondering if they should continue playing.

The people at the banquet fell silent, their gazes followed him, and he ran to Ariel in full view.

He got down on one knee, hands trembling, and begged to kiss Ariel's hand.

Ariel was leaning on the railing of the balcony, and the night breeze made him feel happy. He turned his head with a smile, and followed the crowd to follow the legendary singer with a superb singing voice.

This gaze was accidentally discovered, and it surprised the owner.

He captures the wonder of real existence in the world.

Ariel stretched out his hand hesitantly, the fanatical attitude of the other party made him a little wary.

The handsome young man solemnly kissed Ariel's finger.

Then began to spit to him songs sweeter than a nightingale.

The song has a strange melody, and no one can understand it. Some people say that it is the most complicated language in the world, the language used by priests when they pray, and the language of God.

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The rose loses its color in front of you

Angels are also silent before you

Even if you are arrogant and stupid

I will also humbly prostrate at your feet

the miracle is you

Demons conquer by strength

Human race survives by wisdom

The elves excel in swordsmanship.

And you can kill with just one look.

You are sin.

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Since then, he has become famous in the capital.

In the future, the queen's wolfhound with a reputation for viciousness first became famous because of her looks, but later, her powerful strength seemed to make her beauty even more charming.

The interweaving of those completely different or even opposite things will always bring people a touch.

Like beauty and bloody sword, flower and taciturn man, rose and beast.

The beautiful boy leaning on the balcony, the dark night behind him, the poet kneeling on one knee, singing heartily, and the nobles watching Ariel, the whole picture is extremely harmonious, worthy of being carefully traced by the painter and recorded in oil paintings.

And this time, Beatrice's quiet eyes were full of vigilance and disgust. When everyone was immersed in the beautiful singer and Ariel's beauty, she was staring at the king on the throne.

Disgusting man.

She frowned, thinking so.