Chapter 370 Why is it such a coincidence every time?
"Miss Natasha, I am Boris!"
"I'm Rael!"
Boris almost fainted from crying. Natasha had obviously struck up a conversation with him first, but now she was so familiar with Nalant that she had completely forgotten about him.
As for Rey, he didn't have much expression. He could see things more clearly than Boris and didn't have so many unrealistic ideas.
"Giggle, I'm sorry, it turns out to be Baron Boris and Lord Rey!" Upon hearing the names, Natasha immediately remembered them.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! Miss Natasha must be busy with things and forgot about it." Boris was in a typical licking-dog state. When he saw Natasha's charming smile, he immediately lost sight of her.
"Baron Boris is really broad-minded. I heard that you and Nalant are neighbors. When I have the opportunity to go to Stormland in the future, I will definitely go to Baron Boris's castle as a guest!" Natasha continued to say with a smile.
"Uh...Okay!" Boris felt a little unnatural when he heard this. If the sugar was really his, he would be extremely happy at this moment.
But the problem is that the sugar belongs to Narante, so if Natasha goes to his territory, she will see through the sugar thing.
When the time comes, let alone Nalant's attitude towards him, I'm afraid that his attitude towards me will be like that of Rael, all because of Nalant's face.
After a brief chat with Boris, Natasha turned her attention to Narant again.
"Sir Narante, are you going to let a lady stand and talk to you?"
"Ms. Natasha, please sit down!" Nalant was speechless and waved to the maid on the side. He waited for the maid to bring a chair and then made a gesture of invitation.
Upon seeing this, Natasha smiled like a flower, and did not sit down immediately. Instead, she moved her chair closer to Narant, and then sat down gracefully.
Boris looked on and felt filled with lemons.
"Ms. Natasha, why don't you come to my place tonight?" Nalant didn't dare to have too much contact with this witch, and immediately started going straight to the point.
"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Sir Narant, can you be more gentleman? I slept in your tent last time!" Natasha looked straight at her with her beautiful eyes flashing.
Narant.
"Miss Natasha, you slept with Miss Stella. Don't say this nonsense. If word gets out, you will kill me!" Nalant stopped immediately.
By then, even Boris would believe them, so Narant felt that if the king and others didn't believe it, they might not be able to survive.
A trace of sadness flashed in Natasha's eyes when she heard the words 'Kill me', but this sadness only flashed past, and then she giggled, "Sir Narant, I was just joking with you!
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"Don't joke around, Natasha!" Unexpectedly, just after Natasha finished speaking, another female voice came from the direction of the entrance to the camp.
"Hey, Stella, why are you here again?" Natasha was stunned when she heard this, and looked curiously at Stella, who was coming from outside the camp.
"Natasha, you can come, why can't I, the future lord, come?" Stella's words were surprisingly sharp tonight, and in an instant, there seemed to be sparks in the eyes of the two women.
Immediately, Nalant had the urge to lift his forehead. Why did it happen so coincidentally every time?
"I've met Miss Stella!"
"I've met Miss Stella!"
When Stella came to the table, Nalant and Boris stood up and greeted her.
"Yes!" Stella nodded, and then said to Lina beside her: "Send this sweet melon to Shirley!"
"Yes, miss!"
"Miss Stella, please sit down!" After Stella finished her instructions, the maid gave another armchair, and Nalant made a gesture of invitation.
However, Stella looked at Natasha and did not sit down directly. Instead, she showed a rare smile and said to Boris: "Baron Boris, can I ask you a favor?"
"Miss Stella, please speak!" Boris immediately raised his head and raised his chest. It was a rare thing to be able to see the smile of the tulip flower and be asked for help.
"Well, Baron Boris, could you sit here and give me your seat?"
"..." Boris, "But... yes!"
Finally, Boris picked up his cutlery and changed his position.
"Thank you, Baron Boris!" Stella thanked her and immediately sat in Boris's seat.
Suddenly, Nalant was caught between the two women again.
Coming again?
Nalant was speechless. In order to prevent what happened that day from happening again, he immediately wisely said, "You two ladies, there is not much wine left, so we can't drink as freely as we did that day!"
"Giggle! Okay, Sir Narant!" Natasha immediately burst out laughing, as if Narant's casual reminder was some funny joke.
More importantly, her majestic chest was undulating with her charming smile. Narant, who was sitting next to her, happened to see it and couldn't help but swallowed slightly.
Stella was keenly aware of this scene and gritted her teeth. But the problem was that in terms of unrestrainedness, she really couldn't compare to Natasha.
Besides, it seems that her capital is indeed not as rich as Natasha's.
Stella's eyes flashed, and she suddenly thought of a good idea, "Nalant, do you still remember what you promised me during the day?"
Nalant was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he reacted: "Remember!"
"Well, the first condition is that you can just call me Stella from now on. You don't have to call me Miss like you do when you call people you don't know well. After all, we are already friends!"
Stella spoke slowly, emphasizing the words "unfamiliar" and "friend".
"Okay!" Nalant thought that Stella would let him ignore Natasha. It seemed that he looked down on Stella.
As for such a small request, Nalant would naturally not hesitate.
When Natasha heard this, her laughter gradually stopped. She looked at Stella and then at Nalant. In the end, she felt quite bored and simply stopped her original charming look.
Seriously: "Sir Narant, I came here today because I want to do business with you!"
"I heard that Sir Nalant harvested a large number of high-quality war horses today, is that true?"
Because of the king's personal decision, the captured war horses were pulled back to the camp by Nalant early. After all, the matter had been settled and other counts could no longer intervene in the distribution.
"Miss Natasha, I'm afraid you heard wrongly. Although these horses are placed in my camp, they actually belong to the earl!" Nalant's eyes flashed and he pulled back again and again, but on the surface
You still have to find an excuse to cover it up.
"Sir Nalant, my Frank family is not those counts' family. The principle we uphold is fair trade, so you don't have to hide it from me!"
"If you intend to sell these war horses, our Frank family will be very happy to acquire them."