The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

Symon Harmore's room.

The two of them had just taken a bath and were sitting on the sofa eating lunch.

The maids on the side waited carefully, not daring to show their atmosphere.

Now they all knew that the king had really stepped down, and that Byrne was cheating to death. They were even more afraid of Byrne and his group, and they were all trembling when they served them.

Harmore knew that the maid was nervous, so he didn't say anything.

Saiman didn't say a word, but cut a piece of foie gras and fed it to Hamoore.

Hamoel didn't feel embarrassed by the presence of the maid, and calmly accepted Saiman's feeding.

"Now the palace is finally safe, and there is no need to worry about rebellion."

Simon, who fed Harmore another piece of foie gras, said otherwise he wouldn't dare let Harmore walk around.

Harmore cut the steak silently, chewing in small bites without showing his teeth, his silver-white long hair was pinned to the back of his head, and a few strands of short hair fell around his ears, and he ate his meal gracefully.

The maid couldn't help but sized up Harmore, her face blushed inexplicably.

She finally knew why their Highness Saiman listened to Harmore's words so much. Just looking at Harmore's beautiful face was irresistible, let alone rejecting him.

The wives of your Highnesses are more beautiful than the other. No wonder they are unwilling to inherit the throne, and want to be with their wives all day long. It’s me and I want to be too. They are so good-looking.

The maid standing by waited with her eyes directly on Hammer's face, and her heart was rippling.

Saiman smiled, didn't mention the maid, but continued to feed Hamoel calmly.

Harmore frowned and looked at Saiman. Saiman had fed him all the foie gras on the plate and half of the steak. He was too full now, but there was still a lot of steak left on his plate.

"I eat."

Saiman wisely took Harmore's steak away and handed Harmore a glass of juice.

Harmore put down the knife and fork, tapped his mouth lightly with the tablecloth, and took two sips of the juice.

Saiman picked up the knife and fork to wipe out the leftovers on the coffee table, and stared at the maids so hard that His Royal Highness is finishing the work?

The maid quickly closed her mouth that was so startled that she could stuff an egg, and let out a sigh of relief, it's been a long time.

Harmore, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking juice, saw the maid's expression from the corner of his eye, pretended not to see it and remained silent.

After Saiman was full, the maids quickly cleaned up the tableware, nodded and left quickly.

The stuffed Saiman took a sip of the juice in Hammer's glass and rubbed his belly.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it, and no one is forcing you."

"It's not that there is no food in the slums, let alone waste."

Harmore didn't say a word, and looked out of the window to look in the direction of the slums.

"Shen Tianyu has already controlled Carter, and he should be able to take down the entire slum in a few days."

"He is very similar to Shen Cheng."

Harmore's words sounded ordinary, but he was actually praising Shen Tianyu for being smart.

"In any case, he is Shen Yu's nephew."

After Saiman finished speaking, he lit a cigarette, but Hamoel squinted at him after taking a sip.

"Extinguish immediately, immediately exterminate."

Saiman hastily took a second puff and extinguished the cigarette.

Saiman was obedient, and Hamoore naturally wouldn't preach, and leaned on the sofa and took a sip of juice calmly.

Saiman breathed a sigh of relief, and made Harmore angry that he would have nothing to eat, and might have to sleep in the aisle tonight.

The door of the room at this time.

Ranke, who also took a bath and changed into a clean knight uniform, looked at Oss opposite him with a look of anger.

Because Oss kept smoking a cigarette and kept looking at him without blinking his eyes.

"You... what are you looking at?"

Rank couldn't bear it anymore, and said Oss loudly.

Oss didn't reply, and kept looking at Lan Ke while puffing out smoke.

He knew that the knights around the prince were all good seedlings, one in a hundred, who could defeat a hundred with one.

Before seeing Rank's ability, Oss felt that the statement was exaggerated. After seeing Rank's ability, he realized that it was not an exaggeration, but that they really had that ability.

This apprentice, why does he keep looking at me?

The more Lan Ke thought about it, the angrier he became, his eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Oss.

Oss, who was leaning against the opposite wall and puffing smoke, was not angry, but suddenly asked Rank, "You have acquired this ability since you were a child?"

"Why should I tell you."

Rank looked at it and was unwilling to answer, but he was a little curious why Oss asked such a question, so he couldn't help but glanced at Oss on the opposite side.

Oss watched him exhale slowly, "You must have suffered a lot with such good sword skills."

Rank, who was peeking at him, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Oss in a daze.

Ordinarily, Oss is incapable of communicating like a psychopath. I never thought he would be so serious when he was not a monster.

"Not hard?"

Oscar raised his eyebrows curiously.

It must have been hard work. Needless to say, when I was a child, I practiced sword practice until I cried, and I felt sick when I saw a sword.

Rank groaned inwardly.

In order to become Saiman's personal knight, he practiced swordsmanship desperately. Other children went to play with him to practice swords, and other children acted like a baby with their parents. A large area of ​​blue and purple all day.

Rank also thought about giving up, but as Saiman's vassal, he had to learn swordsmanship well, so as not to embarrass the family.

When I was a child, I swung my sword five hundred times a day, and my hands were swollen and I couldn't lift them up. My sister and mother kept wiping away their tears secretly.

My father was also reluctant to let him suffer, and secretly wiped his tears. When he saw him crying, he wanted to coax him, but he couldn't, for fear that he would become squeamish after he got used to it.

It doesn't matter if you don't learn well, what you are afraid of is coquettishness, and this kind of person is the first to die when you meet an enemy.

Fortunately, Ranke was able to endure hardships since he was a child, and soon stood out among Saiman's retainers, and was selected by Saiman as a personal knight. Bullied by other families.

There is an elder sister above Rank, the elder sister is very good at swordsmanship, even better than him, but she is a woman and cannot become a knight, so the Rank family is often pointed at, saying that their family has declined in this generation.

In order to win his breath, Ranke studied swordsmanship desperately, and when he stopped, he found that he was a few blocks away from others, and successfully stood beside Saiman, becoming an existence that others looked up to.

Seeing him silently biting his lip, he must have practiced very hard.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Oss came to Lan Ke and held Lan Ke's hand to watch.

Ranke's hands are not very big, at least much smaller than Oss's, and the palm feels a little hard, and it looks like a hand that has been holding a sword all year round.

"What are you doing!"

Frank was taken aback, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"No reason! I just want to see if there is any wound on your hand."

After finishing speaking, Oss took Ranke's hand and kept pinching his palm.

Rank was angry and wanted to withdraw his hand again, but when Oss touched his hand, he kept frowning, as if a little distressed, he swallowed back the cruel words, and lowered his head a little helplessly, his ears were a little red.

He...he is a disciple.

Lan Ke tried to convince himself, but his heart was beating so fast for no reason, which made him blush.

"You, have you pinched enough!"

Lan Ke withdrew his hand hastily, looked up at Zios, but his eyes were red and red, and with those beautiful colored pupils, he was very cute and cute.

Oss did not bully Lan Ke as before, but said Lan Ke very seriously, "In the future, if you encounter something like today, hide behind me. No matter how powerful you are, you must guard against bullets."

Looking back now, Osdu was a little scared. Rank just rushed into the crowd of enemies. What if someone shot him.

It was said that Ranke looked at Oss in a panic. No one had ever told him to hide behind me. He was always in front of everyone. When the enemy attacked, it was him and other people in the rear who escorted Saiman to evacuate.

Everyone is not bullying him, but he is the best, knowing that staying will not help him and will prevent him from killing the enemy.

Rank did kill easily, and immediately followed up with Saiman and the others after dealing with the enemy.

When the other knights saw that he came back safe and sound, they all patted their frightened hearts and said that it was really great to have you, but no one ever asked him if you were injured or if you were afraid.

It seems that in their minds he is omnipotent, obviously he is the youngest among so many knights.

"What about the answer?"

Oss frowned and asked Lan Ke who had been silent and staring at him blankly.

"They, they can't hurt me."

Rank was not used to being protected by others, so he looked aside awkwardly, his heart beating even faster than before.

Lan Ke, who noticed something, immediately blushed, desperately telling himself that it was impossible, but his heart was beating wildly.

Lan Ke hurriedly put the back of his hand against his mouth with a look of disbelief, how could he be tempted by this apprentice, it's impossible.