Just when Natasha was about to ask something, a series of greetings suddenly came from behind the two of them.
Nalant and Natasha were both stunned, and then looked back.
Stella, wearing a snow-white cloak, was seen approaching, guarded by a group of little maids.
"Sir Nalant, it seems that you had a very leisurely and comfortable time on this expedition. Not only did you have a barbecue and wine lunch, but you also had a beautiful woman to accompany you!" Before Nalant could say his greetings, Stella looked slightly frosty.
The voice came over.
"Ahem!" Nalant was overwhelmed by the sudden and chilling words. This was not the way a cold goddess should meet.
After coughing twice, Nalant smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Stella, haven't you left the Fire Dragon Fort Fortress yet, so I thought I would take this opportunity to reward the subordinates who have performed well!"
"Is it?"
Stella first looked at Natasha, and then looked at the nineteen girls sitting around on the carpet eating kebabs.
However, when she saw that there were so many cute little girls, her face turned even colder.
She came here just to confirm the rumors, and obviously now the rumors have been confirmed.
Moreover, these cute little girls are outstanding subordinates?
What about those guards?
What's more important is that Narant continued to interact with Natasha despite his well-intentioned reminders, and behaved so intimately...
"Did this tulip flower eat gunpowder today?" Nalant found that Stella's expression became colder after he explained.
He was immediately confused as to what this cold goddess was thinking.
At that moment, Nalant couldn't help but look at Lina beside him. This little maid Lina usually had a good attitude towards him, and she might have some suggestions.
"snort!"
Unexpectedly, Nalant just looked at Lina, but Lina puffed up her cheeks, snorted and turned her head away, as if she was even angrier than Stella.
"..." Narant.
Yes, both the master and the servant have taken the gunpowder!
"Gee, Stella, I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence! What, is it because Sir Nalant and I ate kebabs together that made you angry?" At this time, Natasha finally spoke.
.
However, her opening was equally full of gunpowder, making Nalant's face even more ugly.
Stella looked at Natasha expressionlessly after hearing this, "Natasha, why am I angry? What does your getting along with Sir Nalant have to do with me? I was just patrolling the camp in accordance with my father's instructions.
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"Giggle, that's it. I thought it was because Nalant participated in Count Bernard's competition, and then Miss Stella, you... Haha, Miss Stella, Sir Nalant's kebabs are delicious. It is said that
It's meat from an intermediate level monster, why don't you come and eat two skewers?" Natasha said with a sweet smile.
However, when she saw Stella’s eyes becoming sharp in the middle of the sentence, she immediately changed the topic.
"Yes, Miss Stella, come and eat two skewers, freshly baked!" Nalant also felt a little unreasonable. Stella had kindly tried to persuade her twice for her own sake.
He even told Natasha that she was involved in the interests of the royal family, and now that she saw him sitting with Natasha, he must have thought that he had misunderstood her kindness.
"Then I'll eat two skewers!" Stella didn't know what to think. She looked at Natasha and then at Nalant and actually agreed.
What made Nalant even more unexpected was that Stella actually sat directly on his left side in the end.
In this way, Nalant was sandwiched between the two women, and the tip of his nose smelled not only of roses, but also of tulips.
"Miss Stella, come and have a taste!" Nalant had no choice but to dispel Stella's anger and personally handed over a few skewers.
"Giggle! Sir Nalant, you are so partial! When I ate it just now, you didn't even give it to me personally!"
Stella was just about to pick it up, but when she heard Natasha say this, her hand immediately stopped, and then she took it from the silver plate on the table.
Narant couldn't help but complain, "Miss Natasha, if you like to eat, you can eat more. If you like to drink, you can also drink more! I won't be so generous in the future!"
"Okay, then I'll eat more and drink more!" Natasha smiled, then raised the crystal glass and said to Stella on the side: "Stella, I heard that you didn't drink much before. It's a pity.
This wine is really delicious!”
"Natasha, who said I don't drink? I've tasted this wine a long time ago, and Nalant even gave me a bottle! I'm afraid this is the first time you've tasted it today, right?"
"Geez, it doesn't matter if it's not the first time. However, I will definitely drink a few bottles from Sir Nalant today before going back. Stella, do you want to come with me?" Natasha said provocatively.
Opened his mouth to Stella.
"Lina, help me find a cup!" Stella responded to Natasha's provocation with practical actions.
Soon, Lina asked Rose for a crystal cup, and then Stella and Natasha actually started to fight one cup after another.
The two women obviously didn't realize how powerful wine was. They thought it was just like ordinary fruit wine and could be drank as a drink.
Seeing this, Narant finally gave up the treatment and let the two women drink together.
"What is this? I just want to spend some time in the camp quietly with my lucky girls!"
As the drinking fight continued, the situation as expected by Nalant actually emerged.
After each of the two women drank more than half of the bottle, they began to feel dizzy. Finally, they hung directly on Nalant and started clinking glasses. This made the fragrance on the tip of Nalant's nose stronger, but the wine also splashed on his nose from time to time.
On body..
The dizzy situation didn't last long. When they finally drank a bottle each, they plopped down on the table.
It stands to reason that Natasha's drinking capacity should be better than Stella's, because Stella rarely drank in the past.
But Stella had the cultivation of a Silver Knight and her physical endurance was stronger than Natasha's, so in the end the two of them died together.
"Sir Narant, what...what should we do?"
"Yes, Sir Narante, what should we do?"
The two eldest ladies fell down, leaving their personal maids at a loss.
If this spreads out, my young lady will be embarrassed.
"Forget it, let them go to my tent to rest first, and then leave after they wake up!"
In the end, Nalant had no choice but to reluctantly give up his nest.
One is the flower of tulips, and the other is the future flower of the Frank family. They must not be swaggering through the market like this.