When she first became the Duke of Latour, Barbara felt that her whole life was full of panic and confusion.

In her past life, she has never had any real experience in "solving things". On the contrary, what she is best at is how to create conflicts in various strange ways, and be unreasonable and unreasonable.

How to deal with the infinite expansion of originally small things into conflicts and situations...

What does it have to do with her? Does it have anything to do with her, Barbara? You’ve got the wrong person, bro.

In the entire Latu area, except for her elders and the few half-sisters who competed with her for beauty, who dared to embarrass her? When she saw those elders, she would naturally walk around. As for those sisters

, she wants to tear their faces apart when they meet. If there is no embarrassment, she will try her best to create some embarrassment, either to embarrass both parties or to embarrass the other party. She, Barbara, will never lose, and she is not afraid at all.

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As a result, everything suddenly turned upside down overnight. She felt that one second she was dazzled at the dance, indulged in the excitement of having fun with Donglang and the sour taste of love. However, the next second, her daddy suddenly

No more, her brothers who only had power in their minds were all taken away in one wave.

Then, she inexplicably became the new Duke of Latour.

Barbara's mind was full of: What kind of duke? What kind of duke...? What kind of duke?!

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Even if her East Wolf partner suddenly transformed into the domineering Duke of Liska, her rival, when he met her with the courtesy of a Duke, she responded appropriately and turned her head behind a group of people.

After Yongzhong got into the carriage, she showed her pinching expression again.

...what?!

Her followers and maids didn't dare to show their anger, and their expressions were more dreamy and ethereal than hers. They were completely shocked between "Is this fucking real?" and "Holy shit, I'd better sleep a little longer."

"You don't have many sweet dreams. This can't be true. Barbara can become the Duke of Latour. Is the Latour region still far from being destroyed?" between the expressions of disbelief.

Everyone's expressions were too obvious. Barbara touched her nose and pinched herself quietly. It hurt. She cleared her throat unnaturally: "Wake up."

Everyone was suddenly shocked by the voice, and they all came back to look at her.

As a result, they saw Barbara, who was still enjoying the feasting and colorful scenes, sitting in an extremely dignified posture, with an extremely calm look on her face, and her every move showed an aristocratic demeanor that they had never seen before. The girl glanced sharply at them.

The next second, the girl's voice sounded very lacking in confidence: "Do I look like this?"

Everyone: "...what does it look like?"

"Duke!!" Barbara slapped the wall of the carriage, raised her chin vigorously, and tried to recall the expressions and looks of his father and those sitting next to him when she saw her father before: "Is there a mirror? Here it is.

Let me see what I look like now."

The maids hurriedly dug it out. Barbara was a little clumsy and exaggerated in the mirror but tried hard to adjust her expression. Finally, before the carriage stopped, amid everyone's numerous suggestions, she had a look that she was somewhat satisfied with.

, then he got out of the car calmly.

Every day after that, she lived a life similar to this day.

She has an empty title, but she is still far from becoming the real Duke of Latour.

She is not a fool. She knows that since she carries this name, she is on the line between life and death. She does not fight for it, but there will be too many people staring at her position. From now on, she will never and cannot retreat in her life. Retreating is

You must die, and only by moving forward can you have the last laugh amidst the thorns and thorns along the way.

Of course, what she had to learn was not just simple manners. The appearance she put on was like a paper tiger that could be broken when poked. And she had to deal with the various districts that were eyeing her, face those treacherous nobles, and manage them.

Make the final decision on matters in the entire region.

...Oh no, she can't make a decision yet. At this stage, no matter what she says, she will be refuted. In every aristocratic resolution meeting, she sits on the highest and most gorgeous seat that is supposed to make the final decision. However,

All her openings and speeches would be rebuffed by the elders, either softly or hard, and then they would push resolutions that were in their interests in front of Barbara and look at her with a smile.

Barbara couldn't remember how many times she had maintained her smile and demeanor during the day, and then broke down and cried in private.

It was another sleepless night for Barbara. This night was no different from the nights she spent as a carefree girl, but she had long since removed her exaggerated eyelashes and colorful Christmas tree-like decorations.

, the last time I went to the prom felt like it was a lifetime ago, so I turned to rich and fragrant makeup to make myself look more mature and dignified.

Tomorrow, she would have to face those in the Presbytery again, and then be forced to accept their proposal.

She was surrounded by jackals and she couldn't even get a good night's sleep.

Then, when she opened the window, a magic bird quietly landed on her hand during the sleepless night, and placed a small magic note in her palm.

She was taught in detail how to face those people.

Barbara frowned at first, subconsciously thinking there was some conspiracy.

——The intrigues every minute have already worn away her innocence as a young girl. Now, no matter what she encounters, she will always think about the problem from the most sinister angle.

Until she saw the sentence at the end.

[...I believe you, my dearest girl, are very capable!]

Barbara:…

It's like there's a voice in my head.

The magic note couldn't be kept for a long time. She kept holding it in this empty position until the magic note turned into a patch of magic light spots in her palm, and then scattered away. The magic bird stopped on the window lattice, crooked.

He looked at her for a while, then jumped onto her fingertips, rubbed against her palm, then stepped back a few steps, spread his wings and disappeared into the night.

The Duke's Palace was heavily guarded, and even a magical bird would find it difficult to get in. Barbara could not imagine how this magical bird broke through the encirclement just to bring her these few words.

She held her palm emptyly, as if she could hold that subtle warmth in her hand.

Mr. Kirk...

She looked at the night sky, then lowered her head with a smile, closed the window again, drew the curtains, and lay back on the bed. She thought of the time she spent with him, which was the last and most important time before she took on all this.

Beautiful relaxation and warmth.

Barbara carefully used Cork's method in her mind to go through what might happen the next day several times, and then slowly closed her eyes. Although it was already late at night when she fell asleep, she actually had a rare good sleep.

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During the Presbytery meeting the next day, Barbara gained the right to speak on a small matter for the first time.

Under the wide cuffs, the girl clenched her fists excitedly.

In the following nights, she would wait for such a magical animal flying out of nowhere every day. Sometimes it was a magical bird, sometimes it was a magical butterfly, a small dragonfly, and sometimes it was a magical little dragon cub. The magic note

The contents were not all instructions on how to do it. Sometimes it was a vulgar joke from Donglang, sometimes it was a simple greeting, and sometimes it was a little interesting story. Of course, more often than not, the other party was there.

When he talks to himself, he usually talks about what he experienced and the methods he used when he first became Duke of Liska.

If Barbara's previous feelings for Mr. Coker were just a young man's impulse, these notes undoubtedly gave her a more thorough and in-depth understanding of this man.

She even took a special look at the detailed information about the current Duke of Liska Region in the archives.

The image of Mr. Kirke gradually became three-dimensional and full from a simple running object. He was obviously not by her side, but he seemed to be always accompanying her.

It was not that Barbara had ever doubted Mr. Cork's motives. After all, the Latour and Lisca regions definitely had deep grievances, and there were many conflicts and confrontations. Even if the werewolf group as a whole was external, there were internal conflicts.

The conflicts and mutual disses between the Southeast and the Southeast are an old tradition.

Not interfering in each other's political affairs is of course the bottom line of the Southeast Wolf. However, Barbara took over this position too hastily. She can't even tell whether this bottom line is a real bottom line or just an external statement.

She couldn't believe anyone. She was walking on thin ice and couldn't sleep all night, but she also wanted to hold the illusive magic light in her hand in the cold night.

It's as if that kind of brilliance carries a soothing warmth.

She paid vigilant attention to the contents of every little note from Mr. Cork. It seemed like it was just a coincidence that the meeting happened to coincide with the next day's parliament, and the rest after that were just gentle and silent guidance.

Barbara began to grow at an alarming rate.

She began to have her own voice and her own opinions on some things. She may have been uneducated in the past, but this did not mean that she could not or would not learn.

Such days seemed to last like years, but they also seemed like years. In the blink of an eye, she had been sitting in the position of Duke Latour for three full years. During these three years, she finally had the preliminary prototype of her ruling style.

It has not yet mastered the power of the entire Latu region, but it is by no means a blank slate that can be manipulated by others like before.

The era that truly belongs to the new Duke of Latour, Barbara, is quietly coming.

The makeup on her face is no longer so heavy, and sometimes she even puts on a facial mask and listens to the elders' discussions indifferently. The more casual she is, the more people dare not underestimate her. In the past, she would not even pat the armrest.

Someone would stop the noise she made, and now, when she coughed slightly because her throat was itchy, the originally noisy meeting hall would suddenly fall into silence, and everyone would cast nervous glances at her.

"Why did you stop?" She raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Oh... don't worry about me, my throat is just a little itchy, you continue."

Throat lotion was soon served respectfully, but the discussion after that was much quieter. When almost every topic was discussed and a conclusion was reached, someone would look in her direction carefully.

Barbara has a panoramic view of everyone's expressions. She rarely thinks about how she was struggling at the beginning, and she no longer makes those eyes and expressions that are too unfamiliar to her in the mirror. She has become

I have become the most unfamiliar person I have ever been.

She thought that all this would proceed in such a turbulent but orderly manner, that she would hold more and more power, and would get closer and closer to the real Duke of Latour, and in the middle of the night when she was confused, she would always be able to

A beautiful magical bird landed on my fingertips.

Until one day, the little magic note from Mr. Coker suddenly broke.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2020-10-1618:16:45~2020-10-2001:07:20~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: a chicken leg, s, your face is so fleshy! 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Gummy Bear; 25 bottles of Tangzhi, who doesn’t like sugar; 20 bottles of Mo Shuyiji; 15 bottles of Fry, who are you, Xiaoqiao?

bottles; 8 bottles for Xiao; 6 bottles for Duyunzhou; 5 bottles for chewhh; s, Li Gaga, Mr. Arrogance, Parrot, Immortality. 1 bottle;
Chapter completed!