Some people say that the Shura Field is a place where blessings come from all directions, while others say that it means being in the midst of blessings and not knowing the blessings.
And now, Weston said to those people - try it yourself!
Although there was no major crisis at this time, Weston felt like he would die at any time. Caught between the two women, it was like swords and swords.
At the beginning, it was just some conversation. When it came time to buy things, it was Weston's torture.
As soon as he returned to Delacour Manor, Weston ran directly to the room and threw himself on the bed.
"Ah ha, you came back in such a hurry! I don't know, are you tired, or are you complaining that I pissed off a certain beauty?" Fleur leaned against the door frame and looked at Weston with a half-smile.
"What do you mean?" Weston pretended not to understand, "Didn't we come so far! It's all Hogwarts' fault. This textbook can only be purchased at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, otherwise why would we have traveled so far!
"
Faced with Weston's overwhelming desire to survive, Fleur didn't feel it was funny in her heart. She was not a jealous person. In Fleur's view, the more people like Weston, the more it shows that she has good taste.
However, Mrs. Delacour said that you can allow your man to be charming, but you must not allow him to take the initiative to attract bees and butterflies! Therefore, you must prove your sovereignty from time to time.
Mom was absolutely right! Furong shouted in her heart.
"You are tired!" Fleur said softly, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"
Huh? Weston looked at Fleur strangely, couldn't help but stood up and walked to Fleur.
"No fever!" Weston reached out and touched Fleur's forehead, muttering to himself doubtfully.
"Fuck you!" Fleur was both angry and amused, and pulled Weston's hand off, "Am I so barbaric in your heart?"
Wouldn't it be over if you had spoken like this earlier? Weston breathed a sigh of relief and said with an apologetic smile: "How could it be! Everyone knows that you are the gentlest, the most considerate, the kindest, the most..."
"Okay, okay, what are you talking about!" Fleur interrupted Weston with a blush. However, looking at her expression, she knew that she was very grateful for Weston's praise.
"A reward for you!" Fleur hugged Weston, kissed his cheek gently, and then turned and left happily.
Phew—it’s all over! Weston breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
After not knowing how long he had slept, Weston felt someone pushing him. He opened his eyes drowsily and saw that it was Gabrielle who was back.
"Hey, you're back, Gabrielle!" Weston stretched out a hand and rubbed the little Lolita's head, "Didn't you go to see grandma?"
"They've been back a long time ago!" Gabrielle pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and glared at Weston fiercely. That look was so cute!
Weston glanced outside and laughed dumbly. It turned out that it was already dark!
Anyway, he was already awake. Weston simply sat up, patted the place next to him, motioned for the little girl to sit down, and asked softly: "Then why doesn't Gabrielle sleep?"
"Dad asked Gabrielle to call her brother-in-law!" the little loli said, "He said he wanted to see you if he had something to do!"
"You want to see me if you have something?" Weston was stunned for a moment, then he realized and said with a smile, "Then let's go downstairs, okay?"
The little loli nodded and opened her arms. She simply said, "I want a hug!"
Weston smiled, picked her up and walked downstairs.
"Have you slept well, dear?" Mr. Delacour asked with a smile when he saw Weston coming down.
"Of course!" Weston nodded, looked at Mr. Delacour's ceremonial robe that had not yet been changed, and asked with some confusion, "Uncle, did you just come back?"
Mr. Delacour nodded and said with a smile: "Yes! I just came back from Lucius! He said he was holding a birthday party for his child!"
"But who knows whether what he said is true or false?! That old fox!" Mr. Delacour said with some disdain.
It seemed that he really had no impression of the Malfoy family.
Weston, however, did not agree with Mr. Delacour's point of view. In his opinion, Lucius Malfoy was definitely the most successful family head in the entire British wizarding world, bar none.
Just look at the current situation of the Holy Twenty-Eight Families!
In addition to the Malfoy family, which also has some relatives and direct descendants, which other family does not only have two or three kittens left?! Moreover, when Lucius Malfoy took over the entire Malfoy family, the actual situation was also different from other families.
almost.
I have to say that Lucius is definitely a smart man. During Voldemort's reign, only the Malfoy family's industry was growing. No other family was losing money! This is a manifestation of ability.
However, if Weston likes to deal with people like Lucius so much, then it is impossible! This kind of person may be fraternizing with you one second, and may sell you out the next second. Lucius
He is definitely a qualified head of the family, but he is definitely not a good person!
"It seems that uncle's harvest is not small?" Weston raised his eyebrows.
"This is natural!" When he mentioned this, Mr. Delacour became very excited. "Do you still remember your "Meditation"?"
"Of course! What's wrong?" Weston had some questions.
"Aha, don't forget, although they signed the contract, those families are not honest people!" Mr. Delacour said proudly, "So, after I went over today, I made them all make an unbreakable oath.
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Weston looked at the energetic Mr. Delacour with some strangeness, his mouth opened slightly, and then closed again.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Mr. Delacour noticed the change in Weston's expression and was a little confused.
"Nothing, nothing, you did the right thing!" Weston shook his head subconsciously and responded with a smile.
"Weston, we are a family! There is nothing that cannot be said!" Mr. Delacour reminded solemnly, "If I do anything wrong, you must tell me! This is also for the good of our family.
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"Okay!" Weston hesitated before saying, "Actually, uncle, you don't need to make them make an unbreakable oath!"
"Huh? Why?" Mr. Delacour asked in confusion, "If you don't do this, wouldn't it be equivalent to making "Meditation" public?"
"Uncle like this," Weston organized his words a little before saying, "Have you forgotten the contract we signed with them? That is no ordinary contract!"
"Even if it's not an ordinary contract, isn't it easy to disobey it?"
"No, it won't!" Weston said confidently, "That's a devil's contract written in runes!"
"Devil's contract?" Mr. Delacour looked at Weston dumbfounded, as if it was the first day he met him, "Then what will happen if it is violated?"
"It's not a big problem!" Weston said easily, "It's just a small curse! The effect is to turn the whole family into squibs! And whoever practices "Meditation" will have the same consequences!"