Pretending to be B is not easy, strong A sighs

He hated Norris not because of his status, but because in Blaise's eyes, Norris was much more important than him.

Sometimes he wondered if Blaze was so kind to him because he thought of himself as Norris.

But, there's no denying that he's a good king and a good man.

Sivir remained calm, with a little timid expectation and respect for the elders in his eyes: "Uncle, what are you going to do?" Now he knows how to control his emotions better than before.

Pope raised his hand and gently rubbed the boy's hair, his eyes were extremely gentle: "Dear nephew, it seems that we have reached a consensus. Do something for uncle?"

"What's the matter?" Sivir looked at him in confusion, with the youthful innocence unique to teenagers.

Pope smiled and asked, "Xiao Xiazhi is your team leader this time, right?"

He is testing himself.

The idea immediately came to Sivir's mind that Pope was using this question to put him on the side.

"You mean Marshal Xia Zhi?" Sivir asked obediently, but indirectly confirmed what Pope wanted to know.

Pope got the answer he wanted, smiled slightly, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Marshal Xia Zhi is a very good teacher... It's a pity that he is a bit conceited like his grandfather."

"Indeed." Sivir agreed.

Pope was very satisfied with his obedience. He gently stroked the back of Sivir's head with his broad palm, and said joyfully, "My hands are not light or heavy, does it hurt?"

Sivir showed him a submissive smile: "I don't feel anything."

"Dear me, have lunch with me." Pope looked at him lovingly. "I'm sure you'll like it."

His hand fell behind Sivir's back, and gently pushed him forward. This small room is surrounded by walls without any gaps. The smell of blood in the room is thick and persistent. Small bonfire.

Sivir obediently was pushed away by Pope, and the two stopped behind the gate, which was covered with countless shackles, with a spray of blood stains on it.

Sivir's pupils shrank, and he tried to pretend to be calm, but his body couldn't help trembling.

"Some disobedient little animals were kept here before." Pope tapped his back a few times, and explained in a gentle voice, "I believe my dear nephew will not let me down."

Pope snapped his fingers in the air, and the crisp sound caused the closed door to be slowly opened from the outside. The fresh air mixed with the scent of roses made people feel that their body and mind had been cleansed.

Outside is a luxurious garden, a wide corridor paved with blue and white stones stretches from the feet, the plants in the courtyard are well-groomed, the transparent shed reflects the warm sunlight, a few beautiful birds are chasing and playing, pink Small colored parrots are mixed among them, not conspicuous.

Pope stared at Sivir, followed his gaze to the small animals that he hadn't noticed on weekdays, and asked with great interest, "Do you like birds very much?"

"No." Sivir shook her head, looked at Pope with clear eyes, and said flatteringly, "I was just thinking that it is a great honor for them to live in Uncle's garden."

Pope narrowed his eyes, and was very receptive to Sivir's overtures, "They are obedient little cuties, of course I would like to share my garden with them."

The fist-sized pink parrot landed timidly on Sivir's shoulder, stretched out its small head to rub against his neck, and its purple grape-like eyes were full of unworldly purity.

Pope raised his hand to press the top of the little parrot's head, and the fearless little parrot pecked him lightly, but it made Pope slightly displeased.

The little parrot closed its eyes halfway, nestled directly on Sivir's shoulder, and combed its feathers with its beak.

Pope put on a soft face: "This little cutie likes you very much."

Sivir shrank his shoulders, subconsciously raised his hand to protect the little parrot, and whispered: "My blood is weak, not as majestic and powerful as yours."

"Our white peacock bloodline is the king of all birds after all. The stronger the bloodline ability, the more afraid the bird tribe will be." Pope was very satisfied with his answer, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated, revealing his pride.

Sivir replied respectfully: "You are right."

The little parrot pecked Sivir's hand a few times in dissatisfaction, with disdain in his purple eyes, obviously looking down on them.

Sivir was a little helpless, pinched the little parrot's paw, still keeping a low face, trying not to let Pope notice the abnormality.

Watching Pope walk away, the little parrot leaned close to his ear and said contemptuously, "He's just mentally retarded."

When Xivir heard the familiar voice, his eyes widened, and he tried his best to look at the little parrot calmly. Seeing the other party's calm expression, the tendons at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The righteous master came over in person, but no one found out!Why is the old aristocratic power so bad?Anyway, there is a science and technology garden in hand, the security system is so bad?

"Nephew, come with me." Pope walked towards the corridor of the palace, turned around and saw Sivir still staying where he was, and called out.

"Yes." Sivir immediately followed with the parrot.

It can be said that it was a very terrible feast.

Sivir sat stiffly on Pope's left-hand side, and opposite him was Su Yu, one of the most troublesome representatives of the old nobles.

As time passed, the doors of the banquet hall remained open, and well-dressed attendants stood on both sides to greet important guests.

The distinguished guests came one by one, gradually filling up all the seats set up beside the long table, and the seats were filled according to the degree of dignity of their status.Randomly pull out an old aristocrat with a prominent background, and some of them are even responsible for the new aristocrats.

In such a situation where they were all right, Sivir watched the little pink parrot bouncing up and down on the dining table calmly, and even stretched out its beak to peck at the bouquet of flowers placed on the table. Small parrots are no different.

Sivir faced the tingling gaze, kept a calm face, and tried his best to maintain respect and fear in his eyes.

However, as soon as he saw the parrot on the table, he felt a sense of mental breakdown——

Why didn't this group of nobles find out the identity of the teacher?A group of old guys are all good at each other, how come no one notices something is wrong?Can it be useful?Anyway, he really treats these people as opponents... This is an insult to him!

However, the fact is that the guests all looked at such a presumptuous parrot with some curiosity, but seeing that Pope on the main seat did not respond, they covered up their curiosity and began to get acquainted with each other.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Pope signaled the waiter to bring the delicately cooked food to the long table. After the long table was covered, the waiter also filled everyone's goblets with blood-red wine. The wine has a heady floral aroma.

"Today, I would like to introduce a newcomer to you." Pope raised his wine glass to the distinguished guests in front of him, with undisguised joy and ambition in his eyes, "He will become the new king with pure blood."

"Is it so, my dear nephew?"

As soon as the question was finished, everyone followed Pope's line of sight to Sivir.

Sivir immediately stood up holding the wine glass, the chair rubbing against the ground made a loud sound, he looked at Pope in a little bewilderment, the wine spilled out of the glass slightly, the whole person seemed to be on pins and needles.

In particular, the little parrot jumping on the table casually raised his head and glanced at him, the coldness in his eyes made Sivir feel that his life was not long.

He showed a shy smile, a little at a loss, obviously uncomfortable with so many gazes, like a child who just entered the social circle.

In fact, in front of these adults with an average age of more than 200 years old, he who has just turned eighteen is just a child.

Pope was very satisfied with Sivir's reaction, which made him even more satisfied with his choice, and even thanked Xia Zhi for bringing back a chess piece for him.

Originally, he was not going to pay any attention to his nephew who voluntarily left Emperor Star.However, the moment he learned that Xia Zhi had brought her back, he decided to pull her over to be a puppet.

It's just a child with little experience, it's very easy to control, just a little threat and a large piece of candied dates are enough to dazzle him.

"Everything is up to uncle." Amidst the buzzing voices, Xivir blushed, and it took him a long time to choke out such a sentence, with a voice similar to that of a mosquito.

Su Yu looked at him, with the gentleness that should be shown on his plump face: "Xivir has never participated in a banquet of this scale, has he? Your Majesty, it's too embarrassing for you to pull him out like this .”

He carefully looked at the young boy with tender skin and white face with mung bean eyes, and his eyes stayed on the boy's white neck for a long time, with obvious interest.

Sivir tried his best to bend a smile at him, and the other party's direct look gave him a bad feeling...

As Su Yu's eyes slid down, and his eyes became more and more hot, Xivir confirmed his thoughts——

Su Yu, this pervert, didn't even let A go, she could be called the most vile person in history.

He tried to keep a smile on his face, resisted the urge to kill everyone, and continued to pretend to be an overprotected quail.

The focus of the discussion gradually shifted from him to Pope. It was obvious that everyone respected the old king more and did not pay much attention to him, the newborn calf who was declared to be his successor. Some people even showed a trace of regret in their eyes, obviously knowing that He will be the insider of the old king's future chess pieces.

Sivir decided to play out his image of a shy boy to the end, burying his head in eating the food in front of him the whole time, pretending not to see any eyes that came over him!

He knew very well that it would be very difficult for him to return to Emperor Star, but he did not expect it to be so difficult.

Suddenly a clear voice asked him: "Xivir, what are you going to do when you come back this time?"

Sivir obviously didn't expect to be called, choked on the food, coughed non-stop in front of everyone, and blushed even more.

The waiter immediately handed him a glass of warm water, and the young man gulped it down to relieve the discomfort in his throat.

Afterwards, with a blushing face, he stammered in embarrassment: "This... this time... I heard that there will be bonuses for winning the ranking in the Mecha Contest... Mom's living expenses are not much..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, he was like a down-and-out young man with no confidence, harmless and pitiful, with a mist in his eyes.

It is also rare for a royal family to mix like this. Immediately, the nobles who were interested in him showed contempt in their eyes.

Sivir lowered his head, not daring to vent his breath, fingers mingled together in front of his face.

When the hell will this end?He is so tired of pretending.

The little pink parrot landed on his shoulder very humanely, and rubbed his hair to show comfort.

"That's it... You don't have to worry about it in the future. Your Majesty is kind and will treat you very well." The person who asked the question obviously didn't expect him to be so honest, and immediately began to play sloppy eyes.

Sivir nodded obediently, and said with a look of admiration: "Yes. Uncle is really very kind."

Pope, who secretly witnessed all this, showed a satisfied smile, retracted his gaze, and looked at Su Yu in front of him: "Ai Qing, your method is very good."

Su Yu flattered: "It's all His Majesty's wisdom. Let them mess up and let us reap the benefits of fishing is the best strategy."

"Shazhi probably didn't expect that Sivir would be instigated by us so quickly." Pope took a sip of his wine, obviously very confident in his strategy.

"Of course." Su Yu agreed without hesitation, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Your Majesty set up a trap back then, and he fell for it. It's a pity that this person's life is so hard that he fell into the Zerg ruins for five years. not dead."

Pope's eyes were full of disgust and hatred: "That's his luck, but luck will be used up eventually, and he is destined to die before me."

Su Yu lowered her voice instantly, and asked quietly, "Your Majesty already has a good strategy?"

"The Mecha Contest gave him a big surprise." Pope raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes were full of calculations, "Maybe he can even take that evil seed away with him."

"Your Majesty is mighty."

Xia Zhi, who pretended to be stupid and pecked at the flower door, heard the two people's conversation in secret.

He looked down at the two people under the door, okay, it seems that someone is planning to make trouble in the mecha competition, and he has to accompany him to the end.

The little parrot flapped its wings and landed on Sivir's shoulders. After the banquet started, basically everyone got up and started walking around, each raising their hearts.

Sivir sat quietly in a small corner, holding a small plate and eating. The food was so disgusting that he didn't want to touch it anymore, but in order to pretend to be a poor person, he had to fight.

Xia Zhi whispered to him: "Go drink, pretend to be drunk and go back early, explaining that there will be a game tomorrow, and I don't want to be found out."

Sivir couldn't help asking curiously: "Teacher, why didn't they recognize you?"

"The prototype registered by this commander is Saker Falcon."

Sivir: "..."

No wonder, the size difference is too big, it would be strange to think it is me!It was he who wrongly blamed these old guys... Ah, no, and he was right to blame.

A few small birds flew back and forth from the surrounding trees, and Sivir picked up a glass of wine, pretending to be brave enough to strike up a conversation with the nearest nobleman.

Afterwards, he toasted with the other party naturally, and after taking a big sip of wine, his face instantly turned flushed with fever, and the next second his walking pace was a little sluggish, and he looked like a kid who didn't drink much.

Pope walked slowly to his side, looked into Sivir's bewildered eyes, and asked softly, "Is nephew drunk?"

"...No, no." Sivir replied with a fluttering voice, obviously drunk and refused to admit it.

Pope said calmly: "Nephew, you are drunk, go back and rest first."

Sivir was silent for a long time, as if his mind was in a mess, and his word order was unclear: "Yes, but there will be training tomorrow. It was found that I was not here, I..."

Pope stroked his hair, extremely gentle: "Don't worry, nephew, someone will send you back, and you won't be found out."

Sivir looked at him with wide eyes, and finally said with a big tongue: "Okay, uncle, it's amazing."

His eyes were full of admiration, which made Pope very satisfied.