He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Saimanhamor 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 composure.

Now they all knew that the king had really stepped down, and that Byrne had also faked his death. They were even more afraid of Byrne and his group, and they all served him with trepidation.

Hamor knew that the maid was nervous and said nothing.

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

Hamor didn't feel embarrassed about the maid's presence, and accepted Saiman's food calmly.

"Now the palace is finally safe. There is no need to worry about anyone rebelling."

Saiman, who fed Hamel another piece of foie gras, said that otherwise he would not dare to let Hamel walk around.

Hamel cut the steak in silence, chewing it in small bites without showing his teeth. His long silver-white hair was pinned to the back of his head, with a few short strands of hair falling around his ears, and he ate his meal elegantly.

The maid couldn't help but take a closer look at Hamol, and her face turned red inexplicably.

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

The wives of His Highnesses are really more beautiful than the last. No wonder they are unwilling to inherit the throne and want to be tired of their wives all day long. I also want to be tired of my wife, she is too beautiful.

The maid who was standing aside was waiting with her eyes directly glued to Hamor's face, her heart brimming with excitement.

Saiman smiled, did not say anything to the maid, and continued to feed Hamol calmly.

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

"I eat."

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

Hamel put down his knife and fork, tapped the tablecloth gently with his mouth, and then took two sips of the juice.

Saiman picked up the knife and fork and was responsible for destroying the leftovers on the coffee table. The maids stared at him. Their highness was actually finishing the meal?

The maid quickly closed her mouth, which was so surprised that it could hold an egg, and exhaled to the side. It was a long time coming.

Hamor, who was leaning on the sofa and drinking juice, caught a glimpse of the maid's expression from the corner of his eye, and pretended not to notice and remained silent.

After Saiman had finished eating, the maids quickly cleared away the tableware, nodded and left quickly.

Saiman, who was full, took a sip of juice from Hamor's cup and touched his stomach.

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

"It's not like people in the slums don't have enough food to eat, and we can't waste it."

Hamor said nothing after hearing the words, and looked out the window towards the direction of the slums.

"Shen Tianyu has trapped Carter, and it should take less than a few days to capture the entire slum."

"He looks a lot like Shen Jue."

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

"After all, he is Shen Jue's nephew."

After Saiman finished speaking, he lit a cigarette, but as soon as he took a puff, Hamor looked at him with squinted eyes.

"Destroy it immediately."

Saiman hurriedly took a second puff and hurriedly put out the cigarette.

Saiman was obedient and Hamol would not preach. He leaned on the sofa and drank juice calmly.

Saiman breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even have to eat if he made Hamor angry, and he might have to sleep on the aisle tonight.

The door of the room at this time.

Rank, who had also taken a shower and changed into a clean knight uniform, looked at Oss across from him angrily.

Because Aos kept smoking and looking at him without blinking.

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

Rank couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly.

Aos didn't reply, and kept looking at Rank while spitting smoke.

He knew that the knights around the prince were all the best young men, and they could fight one against a hundred.

Before seeing Rank's ability, Os thought that statement was an exaggeration. But after seeing Rank's ability, he realized that it was not an exaggeration, but that they really had that ability.

This bastard, why does he keep looking at me?

The more Rank thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were red with anger and he stared at Os.

Os, who was leaning against the opposite wall and blowing out smoke, was not angry, but suddenly asked Rank, "Have you learned this skill since you were a child?"

"Why should I tell you."

Rank looked aside and was unwilling to answer, but he was a little curious as to why Oskar asked so, so he couldn't help but glance at Oskar opposite him.

Os watched him slowly exhale smoke, "You must have suffered a lot to have such good swordsmanship."

Rank, who was taking a peek, was startled, and looked at Os in a daze across the way.

Normally Aos is like a lunatic who can't communicate, but I didn't expect him to be so serious when he's not acting like a monster.

"Not hard?"

Oskar raised his eyebrows curiously.

It must be hard. Needless to say, when I was a kid, I practiced sword practice until I cried, and when I saw the sword, I felt like vomiting.

Rank cursed in his heart.

In order to become Saiman's personal knight, he worked hard to practice swordsmanship. Other children went to play with him to practice swordsmanship. Other children acted coquettishly with their parents while he was crying. He wiped his tears and endured the pain while sparring with his father. A large area of ​​green and purple every day.

Rank also thought about giving up, but as Saiman's retainer, he had to learn swordsmanship well and not bring shame to the family.

When I was a child, I swung a sword five hundred times a day, and my hand was so swollen that I couldn't lift it. My sister and mother kept secretly wiping tears aside.

His father was reluctant to let him suffer, and secretly wiped away his tears. When he saw him crying, he wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't, for fear that he would develop a habit of being squeamish in the future.

It doesn't matter if you don't learn well, what you are afraid of is squeamishness. If you meet the enemy, you will be the first to die.

Fortunately, Ranke has been able to endure hardships since he was a child, and he quickly stood out among Saiman's retainers, and was selected by Saiman to become a personal knight. Relying on this honor, Ranke's family held their heads high among Saiman's retainers. Bullied by other families.

Rank has an eldest sister who is very good at swordsmanship, even better than him. Unfortunately, she is a woman and cannot become a knight, so the Rank family is often pointed out and said that their family has declined in this generation.

In order to gain strength, Ranke worked hard to learn swordsmanship. When he stopped, he found that he was several blocks ahead of others, successfully stood next to Saiman, and became a being that others looked up to.

Seeing him biting his lip in silence, he must have been practicing very hard.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Oss put out the cigarette and came to Rank, took Rank's hand and looked at it.

Rank's hand is not very big, at least much smaller than Os's hand. 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!"

Rank was startled and immediately took his hand back.

"Nothing! I just want to see if there are any wounds on your hands."

After Oss said that, he took Rank's hand and squeezed his palm.

Rank was angry and wanted to withdraw his hand again, but when Oss touched his hand, he kept frowning, as if he was a little distressed. He swallowed the harsh words that came to his mouth, and lowered his head in confusion, with his ears a little red.

He...he is just a scoundrel.

Rank tried to convince himself, but his heart beat very fast for no reason, making him blush.

"You, you have pinched enough!"

Rank hurriedly withdrew his hand and raised his head, but his eyes were red, and with those beautiful glazed pupils, he looked very cute and cute.

Aos did not bully Ranke like before, but said to Ranke very seriously, "If you encounter something like today in the future, hide behind me. No matter how powerful you are, you must guard against bullets."

Looking back now, Ostow was a little scared. Rank just rushed into the enemy pile. What if someone shot him.

After being told that, Rank looked at Os in a panic. No one had ever told him to hide behind me. He had always stood in front of everyone. When the enemy attacked, he would be the one behind him and the others would escort Saiman to evacuate.

Everyone is not bullying him, but he is the most skilled and knows that staying here will not help him and will hinder him from killing the enemy.

Rank did kill easily. After dealing with the enemy, he immediately followed Saiman and the others.

When the other knights saw him coming back safe and sound, they patted their frightened hearts and said it was great to have you here, but no one ever asked him if you were injured or if he would be scared.

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

"What's the answer?"

Os frowned and asked Rank, who had been silent and looking 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 faster than before.

Rank's face immediately turned red when he noticed something, and he tried his best to tell himself that it was impossible, but his heart was beating desperately.

Rank hurriedly put the back of his hand against his mouth with a look of disbelief on his face. How could he be tempted by this deceitful man? It was impossible.