The dinner at the castle was quite sumptuous, but in the painter's eyes, it was almost the same as what he usually eats at home. So he didn't feel too novel until he took a bite of the new variety of bread.
With curious eyes, he took a simple fork and put the steaming pieces of bread into his mouth. He chewed the soft bread mixed with cheese slowly, and after swallowing, he spoke to himself in a voice that was almost inaudible to others.
He said to himself: "It's a taste I've never tasted before. It's so amazing. Who came up with such a good idea?"
Werther heard what he was saying to himself, smiled gently, and continued to eat the food on his plate.
But Margaery, who didn't hear clearly, was extremely curious. She stared at her big amber eyes and asked: "Mr. Painter, what were you just saying? Can you say it again?"
"Miss, are you asking me?" The painter lowered his head shyly and smiled softly, "Originally, I thought the food in this castle was similar to that at home, but after tasting this bread, I couldn't help but sigh,
It is indeed a castle, and the bread is so extraordinary.”
Witte said gently: "Thank you for the compliment. There is a bread workshop in Daybreak Town that makes bread like this. That is the workshop I run. If you like it, you can take some bread back before you leave and give it to your grandfather to taste."
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"In that case, I won't be polite." The painter's eyes were shining, and he looked at the remaining half of bread on the plate quietly and happily.
"You didn't ask for gold coins in the first place, so giving you bread is a reward."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."
Because there was only half a loaf of bread left, he planned to save it until the end, so he started to eat other food. When he ate the wild vegetable pudding, his eyes lit up again.
"This pudding tastes very good. I had it in a tavern in Duck City and I have never forgotten it. I didn't expect that I could taste it here today." There was excitement in his tone.
"You didn't know that." Margery said proudly, "The wild vegetables added to it are only found in Daybreak Town. The tavern you mentioned may be Brother Witte's tavern~"
The painter looked at Werther with eyes full of admiration: "Your Highness, I heard that you have only been a lord for a short time, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"
"It's just a coincidence, haha~" Werther said modestly.
"However, there is one thing I can't understand, Your Highness." The painter raised his head and looked at Werther, "Is Miss Bonnie your servant?"
"Yes, he is a servant in my castle. What's wrong?" Werther was a little confused as to why he asked like this.
"Is your relationship just a master-servant relationship? Is she born a commoner?" He raised these doubts again.
Although Werther didn't know why he asked these questions, he still responded gently: "Yes, everything you said is right."
The painter showed a surprised expression and said with admiration in his tone: "I can't believe that the lord of Daybreak Town is so kind to his servant. He even specially invited a painter to paint her portrait and allowed her to recuperate and not work. Occasionally I
I heard that Earl Macdonald in our area would treat his servants harshly, so I was shocked to see a lord like you."
"Oh~ It's nothing, it's just my habit." Witte said, "And the main reason is that now there are servants to complete the task for Bonnie, so there is no need for the weak Bonnie to do it."
"What does this mean?" The painter blinked, "Could it be that another maid who is being punished will do this for her?"
"Yeah~" Margery rushed to say, "That one is called
Being Carla's maid is very evil, and because she is being punished, she has to help Bonnie complete the task."
"So that's it." The painter nodded, then lowered his head and slowly finished the food in front of him.
After dinner, they continued to the reception room. Perhaps because of hope, Bonnie's appetite finally returned to normal, and her complexion improved a lot.
According to Bonnie's description, at night, the artist finally finished the portrait of her fiancé.
"It's really similar! Thank you, Mr. Painter!" Bonnie said excitedly to the painter, and then looked at Werther, "Your Highness, let's draw it like this quickly. When we have enough, we will let someone paste it."
After hearing this, the painter looked at Werther in surprise: "Do you want a lot of paintings?"
"Well, yes," said Werther.
"Why do you have to draw it yourself? Why don't you let me draw more for you?"
"You don't want gold coins in the first place, how can I have the nerve to let you draw so many."
"It doesn't matter, Your Highness, let me help you paint." The painter said, "After all, I am more familiar with painting, so I can help you paint faster, and this is also my practice."
Werther raised his eyebrows happily: "That's great, but we need about ten paintings, and it will take several days to paint."
"It doesn't matter, just let someone tell me about my grandfather." The painter smiled shyly, "It's really exciting to be able to live in the castle for a few more days."
"It's really exciting to live in the castle," Witte said. "The first day I lived here, it felt like I was in a dream."
"Huh?" the painter said doubtfully, "Aren't you a prince who has lived in the palace since you were a child? This castle is no more luxurious than the palace. You will also feel excited when you move in?"
"Well, yes, after all, the styles of this castle and the palace are still very different. It will feel fresh when I first come here." Witte said.
"Well, what His Highness said does make sense." The painter smiled and said shyly, "Since I have to live here, why not give me another glass of milk."
"Of course that's no problem, I can just bring it to you."
With that said, Werther walked out of the reception room, poured him a glass of milk himself, and brought it in.
The painter looked at him with a red face. This was something Werther never noticed. He just vaguely felt that from the side, the painter looked very much like Shaq. Could it be that he was also a woman disguised as a man?
"Your Highness, what do you think I am doing?" the painter asked him a little embarrassedly, bringing his thoughts back.
"It's nothing. If you're not tired, just keep painting." Werther didn't care whether he was a girl or not, and suddenly remembered something about the familiarity of the person in the portrait.
The painter pursed his lips and smiled, gently holding the brush and tracing on the drawing board.
Werther picked up the portrait he had just drawn and looked at it carefully. The man in it looked increasingly familiar.
Where have I seen him? Werther wondered, with these eyes, nose, and ears, I must have seen this person not long ago. When I saw him, I felt unhappy. Could it be that he
What's the deal with me?
Werther just looked at the man in the painting, and the fear in his heart gradually deepened. He was not afraid of this man, but seemed to be afraid of things related to men.
After you come to this different world, who will you be afraid of? It's the Dark family
.Then what does this man have to do with the Duck family? I remembered that a few months ago, I recruited workers to build a granary. He came with the drawings and I asked him to stay. After he did something to frame me, he
Escaped.
"Bonnie, what's your fiancé's name?" he asked hurriedly, with anxiety in his eyes that he couldn't hide in time, "Is it called Taylor?"
"No." Bonnie replied blankly.
So his name is not Taylor, Witt thought to himself, but this man looks so much like Taylor that unless they are twin brothers, there is no way there could be such a similar person.
"Does your fiancé have a brother? How many years apart are you and him?" he continued to ask.
"He has two older brothers and a younger brother, both of whom are two to three years apart from him."
"Does any of his brothers look like him?"
"They are somewhat similar, but not very similar, and the eye and hair colors are not exactly the same."
"So does he have any cousins who are almost identical to him?"
Bonnie thought for a while and said: "He and I were childhood sweethearts. I have met almost all his relatives. There should be no one who looks like him. What's wrong, Your Highness?"
Witt felt that it was best not to tell her about Taylor at this time, not to mention that he was not sure whether her fiancé was Taylor.
"Nothing." He put the portrait on the table and looked away, "I wonder if you want to drink black tea. I can get it for you."
"How can this be done!" Bonnie exclaimed, "Your Highness, you are the master of the castle. Making tea and coffee is what Tom and Wile do on weekdays. I will tell them. But I will go back to the bedroom in a moment.
I won’t come to the reception room to rest, Your Highness.”
Seeing that her health was getting better, Kath felt a lot more relieved. She followed her and said to Werther: "Your Highness, Bonnie doesn't need my support now. I'm going to work."
With that said, they walked out of the reception room.
It seems that Bonnie is in a good mood and will probably be able to recover in a few days.
Wile quickly brought the black tea over, glanced at the portrait on the table, and said in surprise: "Your Highness, we have seen this man. Isn't he the one who framed you? We also suspect that he is the Duke of Dark.
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"Shh!" Werther raised his index finger to Wile, and then looked at the painter carefully, fearing that he would hear this.
But the painter looked directly at him and asked curiously: "Your Highness, has he ever framed you?"
Werther had no choice but to pretend that he hadn't said anything, put his hands behind his head and walked back and forth on the ground: "What kind of frame-up? Why didn't I know about it?"
"Your Highness, there is no need to pretend. I have also heard about you. It seems that Duke Dak has nothing to do with you." The artist said while drawing on the paper, "Duke Dak is indeed not a good person.
It would be his approach to exterminate the Majik family."
"So you know." Werther stopped where he was, put down his hands, and looked at him blankly, "How can ordinary children know this?"
"I am not an ordinary child." The painter said calmly, "In fact, my family's affairs are also very complicated... Forget it, there are some things that I am not comfortable telling you, just like there are many things that you are not comfortable telling me.
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After saying that, he continued to draw seriously, leaving Werther with a lonely back.
Werther looked at his back thoughtfully and blinked. Suddenly he felt that this young man was unusual.