"If I ascend the throne, will you come to the capital to assist me?" The second prince asked very bluntly, "I can give you everything you want, wealth, status, and women."
Chris hesitated immediately: "Let me think about it carefully."
Frankly speaking, he prefers to stay in Dawn City, where he belongs completely to himself, and all his ideas and requests will be implemented as soon as possible by the citizens.
Moreover, Chris also likes to see a city built from scratch, which will give him a great sense of accomplishment.
But the second prince treated him really well, and the royal capital was safer.
If Chris was in the royal capital, the Edmund Association would not have the guts to plot against him, and the Marquis of Occam would not dare to come to him.
All in all, this is a dilemma.
The second prince solemnly patted Chris on the shoulder and said, "Give me a clear answer as soon as possible. Time is running out."
What does he mean by this?
Chris showed doubts in his eyes, trying to find the answer on the second prince's face, but found that he raised his head and looked in the direction of the palace.
Could it be...
Chris had a vague guess in his mind.
The two walked out of the vineyard. The second prince waved and called a middle-aged man with a mustache from far away: "Butler Myron, take good care of Mr. Chris for me. If there is anything inconsiderate,
, I can’t spare you!”
"Yes." Myron shivered in fright.
The second prince turned to Chris and said, "I won't disturb you anymore. You have to rest first. I'm going back."
Chris agreed: "Okay."
After saying that, the second prince left the vineyard under the protection of a dozen knights.
"Master Chris, please come with me." Myron bowed and saluted with a very humble attitude.
After walking along the path in the center of the courtyard for five or six minutes, Chris saw a four-story castle at the very end.
The front of the castle is covered with green grass and many small pink flowers, exuding a quiet fragrance.
Several pretty maids were working hard, watering the flowers with kettles.
Butler Myron said sternly: "Why don't you come over quickly and salute Mr. Chris?"
The maids immediately put down their kettles and lined up in a row, holding the corners of their skirts and bowing slightly: "Good day, Mr. Chris."
Chris smiled and responded: "Hello."
After that, he followed Myron into the castle.
The maids downstairs started talking among themselves.
"What is the origin of this Mr. Chris? Why haven't you heard of him before?"
"You don't know yet, but he is the bloody dragon man who beat up the eldest prince."
"Is it him, so young?"
Chris was taken to the master bedroom on the third floor of the castle by Myron.
"Sir, this is your room."
This room is about one hundred square meters, with a large round bed in the middle covered with white sheets.
There is a wardrobe against the wall on the left, and next to it is a dressing table with an oval bronze mirror standing on the table.
On the right side there is a bookshelf more than three meters long, filled with thick books, with a table and chairs in front of the bookshelf.
It's clean and tidy here, even the corners are swept spotlessly.
Overall, the sensory experience given to Chris is quite good.
"Sir, please rest here first. If you need anything, you can call me at any time." After saying that, Myron closed the door and retreated.
Chris took off his unbreakable glazed armor and lay on the bed. The mattress was so soft that his whole body seemed to be embedded in cotton.
It was now around three o'clock in the afternoon, and he took a nap.
When he woke up, Chris felt a little bored, so he went to the bookshelf and browsed for a while.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many adventure novels with knights as the protagonists.
So Chris randomly picked two books and read them with great interest.
At night, after Chris had a sumptuous dinner, he returned to his room to sleep.
At some point, pink mist suddenly drifted into the castle, accompanied by a sweet and greasy fragrance.
The servants who were keeping watch fell to the ground and fell asleep directly.
And those who went to bed early fell into deep sleep.
A slim figure walked into Chris' room.
"Shirley, why are you here?" Chris was very surprised.
After not seeing each other for several months, Princess Shirley is still so beautiful.
Shirley walked to the bed with her bare white feet, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said angrily: "You came to the capital and didn't even know to see me."
How dare I.
Chris scratched his head in embarrassment, poaching under the old king's nose. Am I crazy?
He suddenly realized that he could not see through Princess Shirley's level.
Chris had this feeling when he was still at the second level, but now he is at the fifth level.
This woman is not simple!
"You shouldn't provoke Yawen. Now you have entered the sight of many nobles in the royal capital."
Chris shrugged helplessly: "It was his stupid bitch who came to trouble me first."
Shirley said with a serious expression: "The capital has not been very safe in recent days. After tonight, you should leave the capital."
"But, the second prince wants me to stay here for a few more days."
Shirley raised her eyebrows: "Did he win over you?"
Chris nodded.
Shirley said seriously: "He is a smart man with means and courage. He will become the best king of the Eagle Kingdom in the future, and he is a wise king worthy of loyalty."
The two of them were very close, and Shirley looked at Chris lovingly, with bright and moving eyes.
While Chris was stunned, his ruby-red lips kissed him directly.
"Well……"
The atmosphere in the room gradually sublimated, exuding a hormonal atmosphere.
Shirley's soft body came close to her.
Chris gently pushed her away.
"Are you worried that the old king will find out something?" Shirley asked, "Don't worry, that old guy won't live for a few more days."
Chris offered no resistance.
After a long drought, there comes dew.
A night of love.
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At this time, in the palace, the old king shouted the princess's name loudly: "Shirley! Shirley!"
He didn't get a response for a long time.
"Ahem."
The old king covered his mouth and coughed violently twice. When he took his hand off, his palm was filled with bright red blood.
The old king's eyes widened, and he collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the magnificent roof.
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The next morning, when Chris woke up, Princess Shirley had already left.
There were long strands of hair left on the pillow, accompanied by a faint fragrance.
The sheets were in a mess and a little wet.
Chris stretched, his body made a "gurgling" sound, and his waist was still a little sore.
After he got up, he went to the castle's dining room to eat.
Fresh cheese paired with a glass of fragrant milk is delicious.
With nothing to do today, Chris decided to take a walk around the capital.