Chapter 177 Banquet, the king fell on the battlefield
Maisie Mansion is located in the west of Selva City. It was built in 2032. The overall building is mainly in European style. It is almost a hundred years old and has witnessed the rise and fall of Selva City.
In the slowly passing years, this mansion has changed hands many times. It was not until twenty years ago that the Jena royal family gradually stabilized its power and it was confiscated. And 14 years ago, it was donated to a man named
Maisie Howson's woman.
Maisie Howson once served as the king's administrative assistant, but before her term expired, she resigned due to pregnancy.
The person who caused this result was Caen, the king with a critical hit and a sure-hit shot. He had an affair with Maisie Howson and loved her very much.
But maybe the king's life was too strict. After Maisie Howson gave birth to a son for Caen, she suddenly fell ill and died, and she didn't have a status until her death.
According to the order, the son of Maisie Howson and Caen is the tenth oldest among the princes. However, his identity is not recognized at all within the royal family. Privately, he is either called a bastard or an illegitimate son. There are only a few servants.
, call him the Tenth Prince.
The tenth prince has been following his mother's nature because of his irregular status. His name is Pat Howson.
This prince had an unfortunate fate. Not long after he was born, he suffered from motor nerve disease in his lower limbs, resulting in paralysis of both legs.
However, he is twelve years old this year, his body has met the treatment requirements, and he will be pushed into the operating room tomorrow.
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In the evening, around 20:20, a motorcade arrived at Maisie's Mansion.
The soldiers of the Guard Regiment got out of the car first and were on duty in the compound covering an area of several thousand square meters.
After the security procedures were completed, Caen got out of the car with a big belly and entered the five-story main building of the mansion with his entourage.
As soon as they entered the hall, the servants in the mansion stood in two rows, saluted in unison and shouted: "See His Majesty the King."
Caen waved his hand impatiently and walked upstairs with his thick legs.
Everyone stood up, and Caen quickly came to the stairs, suddenly stopped, and stepped back.
The ministers of the interior were a little confused and could only retreat.
Caen stepped back to a young and beautiful girl, looked at her cheeks, and suddenly asked: "What is your name?"
A young and beautiful girl with a pretty face and a childish face, she looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She looked very nervous when listening to Caen's questions, and her whole delicate body was trembling.
"The king is questioning you." The housekeeper reminded him with a frown.
The girl was wearing a servant's uniform, her face was green, her face was flushed, she looked down at her toes and replied: "Your Majesty the King, my name is Ellie."
"What a beauty." Caen smiled and hurried upstairs.
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After a while, the interior ministers stopped at the door of a bedroom, while Caen opened the door carelessly and shouted happily: "Little one, your father is here to see you.
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In the bright bedroom, a twelve-year-old boy was sitting at the desk, playing with various mechanical toys. When he saw Caen walking in, he didn't even get up to greet him, but responded with a little loss: "You
You lied to me, Your Majesty."
This little boy is Pat Howson. His legs are covered with silver mechanical leg armor, which can help him walk.
Caen looked at his son and grinned: "I was too busy, I apologize to you, little one."
Pat Howson turned to look at him: "How long can you stay? Two hours, or one hour?"
The king was at a loss for words, so he knelt down and communicated with Pat face to face: "I swear on the honor of the king! When your illness is cured, I will take you to the palace and live with me. We can see each other every day...
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"No, I don't want to go. It's more free here." Pat jumped off the chair and actively invited: "Let's go to dinner...!"
"...Are you hungry?"
"No, I just don't want you to take the initiative." Pat took Caen's big hand: "This will not waste your time, His Majesty the King."
"...Hey, I heard it, you have feelings for me."
"I can not."
"Then I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving tonight, okay?"
"Oh my god, please let me go. I can't stand your snoring and the twenty or so soldiers outside the bedroom door...!"
"Haha! Many people like my snoring."
"...!"
The father and son chatted casually and left the bedroom together.
At this moment, Caen is completely different from the king in the palace. He has no complex thoughts or uneasiness hidden deep in his heart. He is just an old man who can laugh, feel guilty, and humblely draw closer to his father and son.
relation.
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Surrounded by everyone, the father and son quickly arrived at the restaurant on the first floor and sat down very close to each other.
The housekeeper stood at the door and waved his hand to the servants outside.
A dozen maids lined up carrying food trays and walked from a distance.
At the dinner table, Caen asked his son worriedly: "Are you nervous?"
"Are you talking about tomorrow's surgery?" Pat replied.
"certainly."
"What's more painful than being disabled?" Pat shrugged: "I don't feel scared at all, just a little excited."
Caen was startled for a moment, looked at his son with relief, stroked his head and said: "Yes, you are a prince, with the purest blood of the Jena family! You should be a fearless warrior! I
I promise you that when you get better, I will take you to ride horses as soon as possible."
Pat glanced at his father and patted his big belly playfully: "Mr. King, I think... your figure means you should say goodbye to the racecourse."
"If you humiliate the king, you will be beheaded." Caen replied in a pretentious manner.
At the door, a row of maids came over carrying food trays, and the housekeeper waved directly.
A royal caterer of the king stood in front of the maids and motioned for them to open their food trays.
The maids took off the lids of the food trays and lined up, allowing the catering officer to take the lead in tasting the food.
Not only kings have catering officers, but from the beginning of mankind, from the day when power was born, the heads of various regions and super dignitaries have had such people around them.
This is a job that requires continuous smoke from the ancestral graves, because you have no idea whether you will die on the spot after eating. There is almost no skill and it is all luck.
At the dinner table, Pat frowned as he looked at the fat butler, who was the first to take the tableware and taste it.
Caen turned around, frowned and shouted: "Idiot! Don't ruin this very relaxed atmosphere, okay?"
The catering officer was startled when he heard this, and the housekeeper looked at Caen's expression: "This is his job, Your Majesty!"
The two looked at each other, and finally Caen turned his head helplessly, shrugged his shoulders and said to his son: "You see, the king also has a lot of helplessness and compromises."
"You are so pitiful, father."
"Let's drink for pity." Caen raised the red wine: "Oh, you can only drink drinks."
"OK!"
After a while, the catering officer finished all the dishes, and then the maids filed in and placed the delicious food on the table.
At this moment, Caen noticed among the crowd of women, there was a woman with an AI work badge on her chest. He was startled for a moment and said to his son: "Parker, you are a prince, you can't use the lowly AI."
Employees and servants must also have inheritance, which servant families should you choose to serve...!"
Parker frowned: "Father, she was left behind by my mother. She is very good to me... and not mean. She spent many difficult nights with me."
"Have you been opened?!" Caen asked with a serious expression.
Pat looked confused.
"Haha!" Caen laughed: "Oh, no, you are still young. You have to be at least fourteen years old to be opened."
"It's a boring joke." Pat rolled his eyes.
Caen felt slightly embarrassed when he heard this, turned to look at the AI, and said in a sincere voice: "Thank you for taking care of my son."
"This is my job, Your Majesty!"
"Give her an independent residence, she has earned it." Caen ordered the housekeeper and continued to enjoy dinner with his son.
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At night, the stars are bright.
After the father and son had dinner in the restaurant, Caen actually accompanied Pat back to the bedroom, and watched him sleep for the first time in a century.
After a long time, Pat fell into a deep sleep. Caen stood up and kissed his forehead tenderly: "I wish you good luck, my child."
After saying that, Caen quietly left the bedroom and said to the housekeeper: "Let's go back."
"I will monitor the entire operation tomorrow and there won't be any problems." The housekeeper followed behind and said.
Caen drank a lot of wine during the meal. He was a little dizzy, but he still did not forget about the internal affairs manager and his son's surgery tomorrow.
Soon, the group arrived on the first floor and were about to walk out along the corridor when they suddenly saw three maids coming towards them. They had cleaned up the restaurant and were about to go back to their rooms to rest.
Among the three maids, one is the beautiful and youthful Ellie.
"His Majesty!"
When the three of them saw Caen and others approaching, they immediately moved away from the wall, leaning against the wall.
If they passed by each other, or if Caen didn't drink, there might not be any program tonight. But when Ellie was hiding from everyone, the panic look on her face, and her green cheeks under the light, immediately made the king shoot him
Pants.
Caen suddenly stopped and turned his head to look around.
The housekeeper was very familiar with this expression. When he saw Caen's movements, he thought that he was about to go to the battlefield.
"Snapped!"
Caen grabbed Ellie's arm, turned around and walked directly to the room on the left.
"Your Majesty the King!" Ellie's face turned pale with fright, she stammered and tried to dodge backwards.
The housekeeper began to exert force. He pushed Ellie from behind and whispered: "My child, you are very lucky! Go and listen to the king's teachings!"
"Bang!"
Caen pushed open the door, dragged Ellie into the room, and closed the door directly.
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In the corridor, a group of internal affairs ministers looked at each other in silence for a long time.
"Shall we leave?" someone asked tentatively.
"No need, he is very fast." The head of housekeeping relied on his experience and waved his hand and said: "Be alert!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the security personnel dispersed, and a few people immediately ran outside the mansion and stood on both sides of the window of the room.
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indoor.
"Oh, no, Your Majesty the King, I...I...please...!"
"I have a sweetheart!"
"...tear!"
In the house, shouts and the sound of tearing clothes could be heard. The girl could only struggle but did not dare to fight back.
Soon, Caen succeeded. He pressed the girl's head and shouted manically: "Call! Call your sweetheart's name!"
After hearing this sentence, Bian Tai called him Bian Tai!!
Caen treats ordinary people like a wild beast, unable to control his original animal nature.
"Damn my cousin!! Always trying to threaten me!! I'm going to beat you to pieces...!"
"Uh...uh...!"
Suddenly, Ellie, who was crying, felt Caen twitch.
She thought it was the end of the other party, and glanced back in panic, only to see Caen's face turning pale, his hand covering his throat, and his steps staggering back.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...!"
"Gudong!"
With a muffled sound, Caen fell to the ground on his back, his body shook twice, and his hands slipped from his neck.
"Your Majesty!" Ellie stepped forward in panic and tried to put her hand under Caen's nostrils. After waiting for a while, she could not feel his breathing at all.