Carlo got up early and took a shower in the bathroom. He seemed much more refreshed. He couldn't help it. He walked away last night. It was all his fault. It was his hateful brother. Who was wrong to mention, and who was Sarah?
.Last night I dreamed that Sarah was wearing a Japanese 18X maid outfit. How could Carlo control this? So he ran away shamefully.
It seems that he needs to punish his brother. Why don't you lend him some money yourself and let him know in advance that nine out of ten will return to you?
If you can't afford the money, I'll use your Xi'er to pay off the debt.
However, thinking of the majesty of his mother, Queen Margarita, this thought disappeared.
"Your Highness Carlo."
At this time, a soft voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Damn it, he looks like what he wants and even has such a nice voice. Was this sent by God to punish me?
The confidence that had just been strengthened quickly collapsed, and the defense as strong as steel collapsed instantly. Carlo turned his head and quickly greeted Sarah. "Good morning, Sarah."
After saying that, he fled from his bedroom like a flying bird. He must leave immediately, otherwise he will raise a flag. Madan, you must tell your mother immediately, change a maid, otherwise your son will have sex sooner or later.
My imperial hegemony has not yet begun, it is about to end.
Seeing Prince Carlo running away so fast, Sarah looked at his back in confusion. What was happening to this prince? He seemed to be hiding something. Could there be something in this room?
Thinking of this, Sarah immediately searched around the bedroom carefully and only found a pair of wet underwear in the bathroom. She blushed a little and felt like she smelled something strange.
What does this smell like?
After looking around for no one, she curiously picked it up and smelled it. A strange smell that she had never smelled before stimulated her sense of smell.
"Sarah, where are you? Come and help me."
This is the voice of the head maid Grace.
"Here we come."
After responding to the head maid, she couldn't figure it out and quickly threw the wet panties aside.
Carlo, who was forced out of the bedroom, came to the garden, intending to exercise his somewhat thin body. The body is the capital of revolution, he kept this sentence in mind, and naturally he needed to practice it.
After grabbing a horizontal bar in the garden and giving it a try, Carlo eagerly started doing pull-ups.
"one"
I feel like I'm doing okay.
"two"
The body is a little tired.
"three"
Why are my arms so sore?
"Four"
I feel a little tired.
"five"
I feel like I've been hollowed out.
"six"
Ah, no more.
It must be because of last night. It's better to find a maid to clean your room next time.
Carlo, who had only done six pull-ups, just reflected on it and found out the problem.
Since pull-ups are difficult, let’s run.
It is a good habit to just do what you say. Carlo started running along the garden. After a while, maybe it would be better to walk quickly... and walking slowly would also be good.
Carlo, who had been fully exercised, was about to go to his room and change his clothes when his mother called him. "Carlo, come here quickly."
Seeing his rich-looking mother, Carlo naturally walked over in a polite manner. "Mother, what's the matter?"
"Why, can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Facing his mother, Carlo naturally lowered his eyebrows and said beautiful words. "Of course, no. I was missing my mother, and then I saw you. Let me tell you, you look so beautiful today."
Carlo's little flattery made his mother smile brightly, and she also pinched his handsome face. "My Carlo can talk, which makes my mother feel much happier today."
Looking at his happy mother, Carlo asked casually, "Are you going to Mrs. Lille's place today?"
"My little prince, you guessed what I was thinking right away. Madam Lear is going to hold a cultural salon today, and my mother wants to go and see if there are any new poems."
"It's a very good choice. Beautiful poems can make people feel happy. It's a very wise choice. Mother, I need to change clothes, otherwise your son will catch a cold easily."
The praise from her son made Queen Margarita feel much happier, so she graciously let him go. "Go quickly, Carlo."
Carlo immediately rushed back to his room. He was secretly proud of himself for using more and more skillful words of praise. Maybe it wouldn't be long before his happy mother allowed him to go out.
Yes, he has longed for the free air outside. Anyone who has been locked up at home for nearly half a year and has not yet suffered from illness can be considered strong. Although this family is bigger and there is a beautiful maid sister to appreciate, this still cannot be changed.
Carlo's heart longed for freedom.
After returning to the room and changing his clothes, Carlo checked the time and soon arrived at the restaurant. It was time for the family to have breakfast.
Mother sat in the main seat as usual, Carlo sat on the left, next to the little brother Victor, and opposite to her two young sisters, Princess Yolanda and Princess Mafalda. They were seen playing.
They were making a fuss together, and the nanny next to them was separating them.
"Okay, kids, it's time to pray before dinner."
Following mother's words, everyone began to pray before the meal. It was nothing more than thanking the Lord for bringing us food.
After praying, everyone got started. Carlo felt a little hungry today, so he had a good appetite. While he was eating happily, he heard his mother knock on the dinner plate.
"ding ding ding"
After gathering everyone's attention, Mother spoke. "I'm going to go to Mrs. Lear in a moment. You guys should be good at home."
"no problem."
The uniform answers seemed to have been rehearsed. No way, you can see the joy from the heart on every child's face. Carlo is also a child, he is only seven years and one hundred months old.
"very good."
Seeing that her decision was so popular, her mother got up and left. She still needed to prepare a little more, and no one could steal the limelight from her today.
After his mother left, Carlo put down the tableware and wiped his mouth. "I've finished eating too."
When Carlo stood up, he heard his younger brother Victor suddenly whisper, "Carlo, I saw you peeking at Sarah again."
"Nima, this dead kid is never done."
Carlo repeatedly weighed the pros and cons of the two methods of compound interest and exchanging Sarah in his mind, and he could not come up with a good solution until he walked to the door of his room.
"Your Highness Carlo."
Suddenly there was a voice behind him that startled him again, but luckily it was a male voice. When he turned around, he saw that it was indeed Domingo.
Carlo was naturally very anxious about this guard who was responsible for the rise of Italy. "How is it?"
Facing Carlo's inquiry, Domingo said with a strange expression. "I have found the person, but Mr. Tesla is not willing to come to Rome to serve as the director of the Electric Power Research Institute. He said that he has insufficient knowledge.
, he must learn more to become talented, so he does not dare to accept His Highness’s warm invitation now.”
Damn it, if Tesla, the King of Thunder and Lightning, doesn’t come, who should I find to invent alternating current?
Are you looking for Marconi? Don't make trouble. Marconi is younger than his brother now. If you look for him, you can only invent a daddy.
Do you want to do it yourself? But Carlo's understanding of alternating current is limited to nouns, not verbs. If he does it himself, he might become the first prince to be electrocuted to death. Although he has also been transported by this thing, the world is so wonderful.
, I don’t want to waste this wonderful youth. Besides, if it’s not a new beginning, but the end of the drama, then it’s all thanks to him.
But now that Tesla is missing, what should I do next?
