In the morning, a sad cry came from Werther's bedroom.
"Your Highness, you have to make the decision for me! I spent the whole night looking for Taylor last night, and I just came back. I was hungry for breakfast. Breakfast is my favorite potato, but Wile took me away.
I ate my share!”
Werther was brought from his dream to reality by this complaint. He opened his sleepy eyes and found Ivan lying next to him with dark circles under his eyes and tears streaming down his face.
"Your Highness, wuwu~" Ivan squatted beside the bed. Seeing Werther wake up, tears welled up in his eyes. "I've been waiting for potatoes for several days."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to have emotional outbursts, Ivan. I thought maybe it was a misunderstanding, and Wile would give you his share."
Ivan's expression became more and more tangled, like a sour lemon, and he suddenly opened the quilt.
"Your Highness, don't you understand your personal servant? Wile ate his own portion first and then mine!"
"This, that's it." Vitello, who understood the truth, felt embarrassed. He sat up, snatched the quilt from Ivan's hand, lay down again, covered himself with the quilt again, and said to Ivan, "Then you
Eat my share."
Unexpectedly, Ivan's tears flowed even harder: "Your Highness does not eat breakfast every day, and Uncle Potter no longer makes breakfast for you."
"What? I am the lord after all, how could you do this to me?"
"Have you forgotten, Your Highness? You said it yourself. It is difficult for the people of Dawn Town to have enough to eat, so you should also reduce your food intake. Two meals a day is enough."
"Well, I remembered, I said something like this. Haha, it turns out I am a pretty good lord."
"Wait a minute, Your Highness, don't be narcissistic first. What should I do now?" Ivan pointed at himself aggrievedly and said.
At this moment, Tom suddenly appeared at the bedroom door, moved behind Ivan at an extremely fast speed, and then moved to the bedroom door with Ivan at an extremely fast speed, closing the door.
Werther was confused.
"Your Highness, I have dragged Ivan away. You can continue to rest~" Tom's voice came from outside the door.
"Okay~" Werther finally understood that it turned out that Tom just wanted him to have a good rest.
However, Werther felt that he had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by ice cubes. He opened his eyes and saw Tom standing in front of him with a smile, and there were ice cubes beside him.
"Well, Uncle Tom, why did you bring the ice cubes too?"
"Your Highness, Wile told me this method of putting ice cubes to wake you up, and it really works."
"But didn't you just let me continue to rest?" Werther expressed confusion.
"Oh, it's like this, a guest suddenly came to visit just now. So I had to wake you up." Tom explained.
"Which guest?"
"She calls herself the daughter of the Chancellor of the Royal Palace. As you know, the current Chancellor is the nephew of Duke Duke."
"It's Duke Dak's side again. Then I'll go meet her."
As soon as Werther went downstairs, he heard noisy sounds in the kitchen, but there was no one in the hall. He walked into the kitchen curiously and saw a strange girl busy among various pots and pans, except for Lina
Everyone except Tom and Tom were watching and making exclamations from time to time.
Soon, this strange girl prepared several plates of food.
"Today I will let everyone try my potato feast." The girl said happily. Everyone onlookers began to eat.
"I said you... Huh? Why did you get out of bed, Wil?"
Just when Werther was surprised, he saw that even Zhizhi jumped on the girl's shoulders and was fed potato pancakes by the girl.
"Hey! Zhizhi can't eat food with too strong flavors. Are you sure the food you are making is light?"
"Don't worry, I made potatoes
The cake is very light.”
When Werther wasn't paying attention, the girl quickly walked up to him with a potato pancake, and quickly stuffed the potato bar into his mouth.
"Well, it's delicious." Werther couldn't help but admired it.
"As long as it's delicious." The girl smiled brightly and said happily, "This time I made Brother Werther and everyone happy with my superb cooking skills. I am one step closer to my goal of becoming Brother Werther's bride."
Huh? Werther is confused. Could it be that she is that guest, the daughter of the palace minister? Why did she call me Brother Werther? And what’s going on with the bride’s goal? I’ve never heard that I’m engaged, even if I’m engaged.
I won’t get engaged to someone from Duke Duke!
Werther looked at the girl carefully. She looked about fifteen or six years old, had blond hair, amber eyes, and an overly cute face. She was wearing a yellow and pink dress with high-end fabrics. At first glance, she was a young lady from a noble family. In addition,
She knows how to cook well, so she must be the daughter of the palace prime minister. But what she said is still not believable.
"Are you the palace minister's daughter?" Werther asked.
"Yes, brother Werther." The girl nodded happily.
"Then what is your relationship with me? Are we engaged?" Werther asked again.
"Well..." The girl's face suddenly darkened, her hands clenched into fists, and her tone became gloomy, "Brother Werther, don't you remember Margaery? Have you forgotten all Margaery's kindness to you?
Although we have never been engaged, my love for you has always been deep! Since I love you, you must love me too!"
"Huh?" Werther was frightened by the girl's sudden change in aura and took a few steps back. He racked his brains to recall everything about the name Margery, but he couldn't remember anything.
"Well, well, Margery, can you give me some hints? I recently lost my memory due to an accident." Werther said.
"Huh? It seems that you really forgot. Then I said, you have to make it up to me~"
Do you have to compensate for this? You must be a yandere, right? Werther couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
"Whether I give you compensation or not, you have to tell me."
"Okay, I'll tell you everything. We are childhood sweethearts and we have the opportunity to see each other every two years," Margaery said.
"We only meet once every two years. How can we call them childhood sweethearts?" Werther replied.
Margery continued: "When you were six years old, you broke the queen's vase. The queen ordered everyone in the palace not to give you food. It was I who secretly stole a bottle of ketchup from the queen's palace and stole it from yours.
He squeezed in through the crack in the door."
"Eh? Ketchup won't satisfy your hunger. Besides, can you still eat the ketchup squeezed in through the crack in the door?" Werther said in surprise.
"When you were eight years old, you accidentally said something wrong. The Queen made you lie on the torture device and expose you to the hot sun. In order to cool you down, I applied a layer of oil on your back."
"How can applying oil help me cool down? It's counterproductive if you do this!"
"When you were ten years old, you finally stepped on mud once you put on your shoes. In order to make the pattern of your shoes more symmetrical, I dipped your handkerchief in mud and smeared it all over your shoes."
"..." Werther was speechless.
"I was too young at that time and didn't understand many things," Margaery explained, "but I did normal good things afterwards."
"What about?" Werther asked.
"When you were twelve years old, I saw that the food sent to your bedroom was only a bowl of vegetable soup. I was afraid that you would be malnourished, so I added a whole bottle of chili pepper to it."
"This will make it easier for the body to not be able to hold on!"
"When you were fourteen, the guards made things difficult for you. I put itchy powder on your back. You kept laughing. They thought you were crazy, so they let you go out of fear."
"Thank you for saving me from trouble in this way..."
"When you were sixteen years old, I gave you
I give you a gift, which is a caterpillar specimen made by me."
"Pfft!" Werther, who was drinking coffee, spat out the coffee in his mouth. "If I had known I had stopped drinking, I would have known this would be the result."
"What should I do for you when you are eighteen?" Margery put her hand on her chin and began to think deeply.
"No, you don't need to do anything for me. Just let me beg you."
"How about that? I have to give you a gift."
Margaery folded her hands in front of her chest, pouted, and sat on the chair: "Brother Werther, I won't tell you what I will pay for you next year. Here is the compensation you mentioned!"
"Uh, this..."
Just when Werther was at a loss what to do, a black figure broke into the castle at a speed comparable to lightning.
"Miss!" The shadow knelt in front of Margaery, "Mrs. Agnes wants you to go back!" The shadow stopped and everyone saw clearly that it was a man in black who looked like a bodyguard.
.
"York, I told you not to follow me, why didn't you listen to me? It's really troublesome to have a personal bodyguard~" Margery was obviously very angry with this man, and the hair on her head stood up.
"Miss, Mrs. Agnes has told you that the eldest prince is a terrible person. He framed Commander Wright and targeted Duke Darke everywhere. Such a bad guy is really dangerous!" York's words came from the heart.
"Hey, the eldest prince you spoke ill of is standing next to you now." Werther said helplessly.
"Don't say any more!" Margaery leaned on the back of the chair and clasped her hands on her chest, "I know that my father meant for me to come to Daybreak Town to accompany Aunt Agnes, but Aunt Agnes every day
Either cursing Brother Werther or making all kinds of praises, I am very tired of her. Does she think I don’t know Wright’s character? This time I am on Brother Werther’s side.”
"Thank you for your trust, Margaery." Werther said.
Margaery turned into starry eyes and looked at Werther: "Really? Then tell me what compensation you can give me. I will always live in brother Werther's castle, but this does not count as the compensation you give me.
The compensation will be paid separately~”
Werther thought to himself, well, I should have known I wouldn't talk too much just now.
"I must live in the castle anyway!" Margaery began to reprimand York again, "Go ahead and make up a lie in front of Aunt Alice. Just don't tell her that I live in the castle."
"But Miss, for your safety, I must live with you in the castle."
"That's okay, you can stay here too."
Werther couldn't stand listening anymore: "I said, I am the owner of the castle, I haven't promised you to live here yet."
At this time, the voice of the parchment appeared in Werther's ears: Leave the girl of the Dark family, she can bring you good luck this year.
Huh? No, do I really want Margaery to stay in the castle? Forget it, just do what the parchment says.
Margaery was staring at Werther with her big amber eyes, filled with tears, almost begging: "Brother Werther, what did you say just now? Don't you want me to live in the castle?"
"Uh, no, you can stay here." Werther said.
"That's great!" Margery suddenly became happy, but soon turned gloomy, "However, Brother Werther, I will never forget everything that happened today. For example, you forgot about me, what you said
If it makes me sad, it’s also like the compensation you owe me. I will look for opportunities to retaliate against you~ If you don’t compensate me for a long time, my revenge on you will be even heavier~”
Oh my god, I really provoked a sick girl. She always brought me trouble in the past. Will she really bring me good luck this year?
Her eyes are so scary, as if she is thinking of countless tricks to deal with me, and the Yorkie next to her has the tendency to draw a sword and fight me at any time! What kind of dark people are they!