sweet conquest of the devil gl

The first ray of morning light fell on the elephant-white city wall of the royal capital of Green Roa, the ray-shaped royal emblem was shining brightly, and the flag was fluttering in the wind.

The light carriages outside the main gate were all affixed with the unique coat of arms of the nobles, and the guards naturally would not stop them, allowing these carriages to drive in from the main road.

One of the carriages stopped in front of a luxury hotel, and Barbatos took Floria's hand: "Miss, this is the only hotel that is acceptable in the capital, and this one has vacancies."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it." Half of the fan covered her face, revealing only a pair of silver-purple eyes.Floria also had a rough idea of ​​what was going on: in the chaos, landed nobles huddled in their own territories like quails or attached themselves to powerful relatives.The landless nobles had no choice but to gather in the capital, counting on the power of the great nobles to let them hide under their wings and breathe.

"Be careful where you step." Barbatos' kind reminder made Floria lower her head.

Even outside a high-end hotel in a bustling downtown area, the ground is always filthy. The area around her skirt is fine, but looking at the drain in the distance... the remaining unknown stains make people feel sick.

"This... isn't this cleaned properly!" She couldn't help standing on tiptoe, while Floria complained softly, Barbatos held her waist and gently hugged her.

"Miss, this subordinate will not let you go until your honorable feet have stepped on the carpet." Barbatos stepped forward, and the waiter of the hotel came to lead the way as quickly as possible.

After entering the hotel, the melodious music hits the ears first, and there are musicians playing the harp in the hall.Now is not the meal time, the beautiful performance just provides some mood, only the players with long ears are immersed in the melodious notes.

The crystal chandelier naturally hangs geometric pendants, and the decoration is neither lacking in gold nor overflowing. The lines imitating plants outline a three-point elegance on the walls, tables and chairs.

The glamor of luxury instantly blurred the era, allowing Floria to step into the chaotic time in a trance.

"Miss, we are here, and the subordinates are only reserved for one room." A call made her focus on Barbatos in front of her again.

"One room? Are you going to live with the honorable Miss Ben? Is it okay to eat and play with me?" Floria, who was interrupted in her reverie, stretched out her hand in embarrassment, but she didn't want to really pinch Barbatos The cheek, the finger with the golden ring gently slid across the devil's cheek, and was caught by the other hand.

The waiter who led the way opened the door and walked away silently. Barbatos pushed the open door with his back, and with a dexterous rotation, he placed Floria on the soft mattress in the form of dance steps, making the down-like quilt unsatisfactory. small face.

The tall devil put his hands on the side of the devil's face, his silver hair flowed down the feathers, his smile was still flattering and respectful: "If you have any requests, your subordinates should do their best."

"..."

"Your Highness? Can you put your feet back?" Barbatos asked helplessly, a little foot that had nowhere to rest was bending its knees and pressing against her.

There is a tendency to send you off if you dare to rush over.

"No, you haven't helped me take off my shoes yet." The ambiguous atmosphere was smashed by the demon king's disgusted face. Barbatos got up naturally, went to the bedside to help Floria unbutton her shoes, and leaned the shoes against the bed. together, on the carpet.It's like nothing just happened.

"Barbatos, what did you find when you came to the capital ahead of time?" Floria picked up the cushion, stuffed her feet into the quilt, and wrapped herself lazily into a ball.

"This subordinate once pretended to be you to lure out some useless assassins, and even obtained information among some nobles." Barbatos took off his gloves and began to help Floria peel the citrus.

"Then? I want to know about Francis the most. All I know is that he viciously drove away the eldest princess with the most right to inherit. Is there any other explosive information?"

"Duke Francis is 33 years old this year. He has a noble wife and no heirs. There are many related rumors, but no one dares to spread them publicly." Barbatos peeled off the white filaments of the orange petals and stuffed the orange petals From Floria's mouth: "He handed over the territory to his trusted subordinates for management, and he has lived in the court for a long time as regent, and it is also his existence. For the time being, no one around the little princess dares to make trouble."

Even if it is a fragile doll, with a noble and powerful master, no one dares to touch it easily.

"It sounds like just a normal careerist, um... at least that's the image he wants to show, give me a pen and paper, I want to write a letter." Floria stretched out her hand, separated from her by several layers like Francis Naturally, they would not meet her casually, and the most likely way to communicate successfully was by delivering a letter.

The titles of this country are simpler than that of the earth, and the prince is not counted as a title. The princes, the grand duke and the duke are squeezed into a chair.Earls and Marquises are collectively referred to as earls.A viscount and a baron are both jazz.Knights are not a class at all, but a profession.

The simplification of the title does not mean the simplification of the status. Apart from the title, what distinguishes the nobles from the upper and lower classes is "rights". More intuitively, it is the territory and domain of control.

Although this hotel is luxurious, the nobles living in it are considered to be the lowest rank among the nobles. They do not have a fixed territory or even a manor, let alone an official position in the royal capital.

The same is true of Floria's aristocratic status, which is precarious and facing the accusation of a witch.

The letter paper was unfolded in front of Floria, and she stretched out a finger. With the help of the dungeon system, the text in her mind was gradually translated and engraved, forming a graceful handwriting on the letter paper.

The whole process was very smooth, the letter paper was folded and automatically retracted into the envelope sprinkled with rose water.

"Your Highness, can I ask about the contents of the letter? This subordinate is very curious about how you can get Duke Francis interested." Barbatos bent down and asked sincerely.

"Does it need to be said? Of course it is loyalty." Floria sneered: "Even if he doesn't see the letter or is not moved, we still have alternatives."

"What plan?"

"Secret." 36 strategy is the best strategy, Jin Chan gets out of the shell and learns about Barbatos!

Duke Francis liked to spend his afternoons flipping through letters or picking up a book of interest, as any of his butlers knew.

He has three butlers who specialize in handling letters and intelligence to ensure that every matter can be dealt with in the most timely manner.

"Any interesting letters?" As soon as he spoke, a butler waiting behind took out three envelopes and put them on the table in front of him in a certain order.

"These three letters are from Earl Rosent, Mr. Kahn, and a distant relative of your lord." The butler introduced him respectfully, then walked back to his seat and stopped talking.

He will never mistake the letter. Just now, the adult’s order was [interesting]. He used the fastest speed to eliminate the greetings and requests from Hikari, and selected the most suitable one according to the distinction between [foreign affairs], [internal affairs] and [unconventional]. letter.Of course, the letters from the group of people despised by the adults will never reach the desk unless the adults specifically mention them.

The first two letters were nothing special. Francis knew the two people so well that he could guess the content when he heard the names.

This guy Rosent... really dares to write anything in the letter, next time he has to "teach" him how dangerous it is.As for the intelligence of his subordinate Kahn, there is a sense of ironic joy.

Slight embarrassment made him put down Kahn's letter and open the last one as quickly as possible. He has many relatives, but few people dare to send letters directly without first testing through other methods.

Looking at the ten lines, Francis frowned slightly. The letter was beautifully written, but the sentences were too... lively.Written by a young girl?Anyone who knows him a little bit knows that Duke Francis "likes" neat and serious texts.

Ignoring the problem of sentence structure, the content can be called interesting.Originally, it was just a regular letter of investment letter, including the urgency to ask for help.Some things can't be hidden at all.

The girl who wrote this letter does not regard the Church or the Noble Inquisition as a place of authority at all. The latter can be said to be a tutor, while the former is somewhat interesting.

[If you are willing to accept my loyalty, I can guarantee that I will give you a full return within a few years.I have several business ideas and would love to take the plunge on your ambitions.As long as you want, let me play or really become a witch, and it's okay. 】

Oh, what a loud tone.He wouldn't dare say that in a letter before his bar mitzvah, and he wouldn't even write it now.As long as he handed over this letter to the church, there was no need for the noble court to convene.

He didn't take the letter back, he delivered it directly, and the housekeeper immediately caught it.

"Tonight." Francis didn't need anyone to answer his instructions. The butler just lowered his head and made a gesture of understanding, and then walked out of the room with these letters.

Next, it's time for another housekeeper to assist with government affairs.

Things didn't go as he wished. Even Grand Duke Francis couldn't predict and control them sometimes.

The door was "forcibly" opened amidst the noise, and the only one who could do so was Princess Joanna, who was angrily dragging a maid with dark chestnut hair.

"Your Highness, pay attention to your manners." Francis stood up and slightly opened his hands to welcome, which was a very warm expression for him.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Joanna kicked the maid unceremoniously, and the maid fell down on the scarlet carpet, but she didn't dare to touch the Grand Duke's shoes, so she curled up and looked pitiful.

"What did she do?" Francis smiled and comforted the princess: "You can tell me that you don't have to be angry."

"Didn't she do what you ordered?! Go through my notes, check my jewelry box, and dare to touch the lock on the drawer!" Joanna's tone was sharp, and she was really angry.

"I'm not, I don't!" The maid yelled aggrievedly: "I just want to put things in the drawer!"

Francis was not interested in the maid's justification, nor in anyone who was foolish and impatient.His tone was very light: "It seems that Your Highness needs a new personal maid."

"Forget it, you! I have time to keep changing maids, why don't you think about it...!" Princess Joanna wanted to say [Think about how to give birth to an heir].But she couldn't say such harsh words, so she had to kill him with her eyes, and stomped away from the room that made her sick.

"There are really not many people who are easy to use..." The smile just now still remained on the young man's lips.

The author has something to say:

Of course, offering loyalty is a stalk~w

[Jinjiang Literature joins hands with the author to wish dear readers and friends: Happy and safe Spring Festival holiday!At the same time, I warmly remind everyone to wash their hands frequently, wear masks, ventilate more and gather less]—I also offer my loyalty, meow ha, of course it is to everyone~ press paw paw