Chapter 70: Each has his own plans (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
Seeing Sophia smiling wildly and her elegant lace swaying, the other "ambitious" nobles' eyes became unkind. They looked at Lucien with a little jealousy mixed with deep doubts. What secret did he tell?
, can you make Her Royal Highness the Princess smile so happily?
You must know that although Princess Sophia has a lively personality, she is an official member of the royal family who grew up with good court etiquette. She is a model of a true lady and a symbol of elegance that aristocratic girls such as Jocelyn strive to imitate. She rarely smiles like this.
Voice.
Realizing that she was a little rude, Sophia raised her right hand and covered her mouth. After calming down for a few seconds, she blinked her green and clear eyes with a smile: "Bolac, well, you are an interesting person, better than me.
I used to think it was even more interesting."
The time when Sophia, who was not too old, was active in social circles happened to be the day when Borac was frustrated. Facing the elegant, beautiful and powerful princess, he only had a deep inferiority complex and never dared to take a step closer, even though he wanted to marry her
To consolidate his position, how could a noble princess like him, a loser who was barely qualified to compete for the position of heir, be able to impress her?
Therefore, Sophia's impression of Borak was gloomy, taciturn, and had no hope of becoming the Plantagenet Duke.
Lucien thought that Borak, who had just become an official knight, was so confident and was provoked by Alten that he would definitely fight back. This was normal, so he stepped forward and teased Sophia with a little trick.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness Princess." Lucien gave an exaggerated gentlemanly salute.
At this time, the lips of the old woman who looked to be in her sixties behind Sophia suddenly moved slightly, and Lucien would not have been able to detect it unless his soul was strong.
Sophia's already restrained smile widened again. She grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and stretched her slender white neck forward. In full view of everyone, she leaned into Lucien's ear and breathed her warm and sweet breath: "You are better than these
Nobles who only know enjoyment, only know luxury, only know fighting, and have no sense of humor are much more interesting. I hope we will not be assimilated by them."
Before, it was within the normal range of appreciation, but the current state is a sudden ambiguity. Lucien is a suspicious person to begin with, and his friendship with Natasha, John and others was only after a long period of contact and shared experiences.
After learning many things, I gradually let down my guard, so I was not dazzled by Princess Sophia's favor. I felt quite strange inside, why did I act so enthusiastic all of a sudden?
Love at first sight is not like this, right?
To put it simply, Borak, who only has a "little sense of humor" and does not have the strength of a knight or a master of elegant arts, is not yet qualified to be loved at first sight. He can at least gain some goodwill.
There must be a reason behind the abnormality. What could it be? The old nanny told Sophia about her ability as a knight, so she wanted to intervene in the change of heirs of the Plantagenet family, so as to make the royal family have more influence on the Plantagenet family.
Deeper control?
Countless doubts arose in Lucien's heart, but on the surface, his face turned slightly red. He was quite excited. While nodding heavily, he turned to Sophia's ear and whispered: "Your Highness, I will maintain my own characteristics.
.you won’t be disappointed.”
Lucien's attitude was so standard that he was frightened and flattered. But when he spoke, his breathing was deliberately heavy, letting his hot breath blow onto Sophia's fair and small earlobes. Then he saw her trembling slightly, and her neck to ears were quickly stained.
There was a layer of blush, and the brows suddenly wrinkled and then relaxed.
"Well, no matter what the reason is, it's not because he has fallen in love with Borak." Lucien coldly judged in his heart that he had competed with countless "actors" and "powerhouses" at the level of "actor queen".
As a character, little girl, you are still too young and need a "professor" to guide you for a few more years.
No matter how Lucien views this matter, there are already several ferocious looks from the nobles around him, and even more looks are in an unfriendly direction. The two of them are acting too ambiguous!
Sophia put down her skirt and worked hard for a long time to make her smile look "sincere": "I'm glad to get to know you again, Borak."
After saying that, she looked at Deni at a speed that "Borac" had no time to answer: "I have something to ask you."
"Then let's go to the dressing room." Deni held the orchid finger and waddled to the other side of the hall. He also wanted to know what secret Borak told him to make Sophia's seemingly friendly and lively person actually
The arrogant and conservative girl suddenly became so happy and enthusiastic.
Squinting his eyes slightly, "chasing" Sophia's swaying figure with a slightly faster pace, Lucien suddenly felt a substantial burning sensation on his cheeks.
Shifting his gaze, Lucien saw the old nanny in the black dress staring at him indifferently and coldly.
With a smile, Lucien nodded "greetings" and received an even colder look.
After Princess Sophia left temporarily, the noble disciples dispersed in circles, and Lucien's surroundings suddenly became deserted.
Even if someone spoke to him for a few words, it was a meaningless exchange of pleasantries. Compared with the bustling crowd around Alten and their enthusiastic chatting and laughing, it fully illustrates what it means to be high-spirited and what it means to be frustrated.
Picking up a glass of golden rum that Borac liked, Lucien tried his best to look disdainful and disappointed.
"Borac, you have changed so much during this time." As soon as he took a sip of wine, a soft female voice came from the side. It was the tall, plump, and exquisite Qiaocelin.
Lucien looked back at Alten and saw that he was surrounded by a group of nobles chatting and laughing in the middle of the hall, so he smiled and said: "When things are facing a desperate situation, you must know how to change. Only change can bring new hope.
I have nothing left to lose, no matter how bad I change, I won’t be any worse off.”
It was vague and full of resentment. Lucien was quite satisfied with the performance of his words.
"If, I mean if, you were like this last year, then I wouldn't..." Jocelyn sighed, and left with two glasses of red wine before she finished speaking. Her back looked a little desolate, which was endearing.
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Lucien shook the cup filled with golden rum, watching the golden liquid inside reflect the fine rays of light, and sighed inwardly: "It's a pity that I'm not Borak. If it were him, after hearing these words.
When we get to the underground palace, even if we have the strength, we may not be willing to hurt you." He didn't care whether Qiao Celin was really feeling sad or fake, anyway, when he got to the underground palace, he would do whatever he wanted to do.
Lucien picked up his wine glass and wandered around the banquet hall when he suddenly saw a blond beauty wearing a black gauze evening dress walking across from him. Her eyes were blue and deep, and she was somewhat similar in profile to Borak.
"Dear cousin, I'm very happy to see you get back on your feet." The beautiful woman raised her glass and clinked it with Lucien.
Lucien smiled flatly and said: "Claire, I thought you would be happy to have one less opponent."
This is another strong contender for the heir, Claire Van Anjou, Borac's cousin and official knight.
Since the rank of knights has nothing to do with men and women, in most human countries, women, especially female knights, have formal inheritance rights.
"No, without you Borak, I will be targeted by Alten. I am no match for him." Claire looked at Lucien with a smile. He was tall, slender and very graceful, "and he is too handsome."
If he wins, it will not be good for all of us. Although the empire does not have the winner-take-all rule of Shahran, I am worried that he will make small moves. In comparison, I would rather you get the title of Earl of Golden Eyes."
"What do you want to say?" Lucien said with a smile, "Everything is under control."
Claire's smile became charming: "Let's join forces with each other and teach Alten a harsh lesson in the underground palace. How about eliminating this biggest danger, and then let each of us rely on our own strength?"
"Very happy." Lucien replied, imitating Borak's tone, without mentioning what happened after getting rid of Alten.
Seeing that Lucien didn't seem to care about the subsequent fight, Claire's heart sank. Did he really have an adventure? Is he confident enough?
On the surface, she didn't show any timidity at all. When she toasted and left, she stretched out her left hand, held Lucien's left hand, lightly scratched her palm with her fingers, and her voice suddenly became hoarse and sexy: "No matter who of us wins in the end,
It doesn’t stop us from having a wonderful night.”
"Claire..." Lucien was a little stunned.
Claire smiled very coquettishly: "Don't be so prude, Borak, you don't even let your father's mistress go. What's a cousin? And it's not like we can't get married, as long as you can inspire the blood of the sun."
The Sun Bloodline is a special bloodline that requires the purer the better. Therefore, it is a common phenomenon for close relatives to marry and produce offspring. For example, this is the case with the Lafati family in the Principality of Violet, and there is no shortage of similar situations in the Plantagenet family.
After leaving Lucien, the smile on Claire's face gradually disappeared, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Lucien looked at her back, smiled and shook his head. Although he didn't know what she had in mind, he was definitely completely different from what they wanted.
After walking half a circle, when they turned to the balcony, a blond man suddenly walked over and motioned Lucien to come to the balcony to talk.
"Relf? What's the matter?" Lucien asked helplessly. This is another candidate for heir, Ralph of the Plantagenet family, a handsome man who has not yet inspired his bloodline.
With the cold wind blowing at night, Relf's face was gloomy but full of excitement: "Borac, I want to cooperate with you to deal with Alten. He is too strong. If we don't unite together, there is no way we can defeat him."
hope.
"That's good." Lucien still had an "unfathomable" attitude.
"I know that your father is the youngest brother of His Excellency the Duke, and he must have left you many extraordinary items or potions. Does he look down on my cooperation?" Sensing Lucien's attitude, Ralph was a little sensitive and excited, "I have already
Inspired the 'Sun' bloodline!"
"You inspired the blood of the sun?" Lucien was slightly surprised.
Ralph looked back at the hall, turned around and said solemnly: "This is my biggest trump card. I tell you to show my sincerity."
While speaking, a ray like sunlight appeared on his finger, confirming that he could cast magic.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you. Our biggest rival is Alten, and we can only talk about competition with each other later." Lucien replied to Ralph using Claire's words.
"You're sober. I'll go in first so that Alten can't find her." Ralph took a few steps, suddenly turned back and whispered, "Be careful with Claire, she seems to be involved with the royal family."
"Understood." Lucien replied solemnly.
As soon as Ralph left, Lucien's expression softened. He didn't seem to rely on blood power when he used magic just now!
A high knight or mid-level magician may not be able to tell the difference, but as a high-level arcanist, magician, and member of the arcane review committee, Lucien would not be able to distinguish the difference between mental spellcasting and bloodline spellcasting at such a close distance.
, what awaits you will definitely be the terrifying roar of the Storm Lord.
"You are also a person with secrets, Ralph."
Lucien smiled and shook his head, but he didn't care too much about these. No matter what methods, plans, or conspiracies they had, he would beat the children when they entered the underground palace.
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In the study room of the Plantagenet family, the old Duke with slightly gray hair was carefully reading the report in his hand.
"Greedy devil...greedy..." The old Duke raised his head with a half-smile and looked at Frederick, who had previously protected Borak.
Frederick nodded seriously: "Your Excellency, I peeked at the parchment and heard it with my own ears."
"Well. In this test of the underground palace, you enter as a hidden protective force and don't let the situation get out of control." The old Duke ordered seriously.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke." Frederick replied respectfully.
When Frederick left, a man wrapped in black robe suddenly emerged from the shadow of the old Duke's study: "Why send him in? He will favor Borac. Or you have changed your mind and want Borac to get the inheritance."
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Humph, the old Duke sneered, his eyes fixed on the word "greed" in the document.