What to do if your crush is the Earl

"Danzi City? Are you really going?" Tarne put down the coffee cup in his hand when he heard Martin's words.

"Yeah, didn't you say it fits my material?" Martin flipped through the newspaper in his hand in a bored manner. It was nothing more than gossip about the upper-class celebrities, as well as the recent new decree of Manton City, which was boring. very.

Tarney: "..." I just said that casually.

"You can go, just relax."

He picked up the coffee cup again, and his eyes flicked across Xiao Sheng behind Martin.

Xiao Sheng understood the hint and smiled lightly.

Tarney continued, "When are you leaving?"

"This afternoon," said Martin, closing the newspaper.

"So urgent?!" Tarney was a little surprised.

"Is there any reason for delay?" Martin asked.

Tarney was taken aback by the question, and felt that this was really his style, so he sighed.

"Then do I need to find two people to be with you?" Tarney asked tentatively.

"No need." Martin waved his hand.As for why, I didn't say anything.

At noon time, it is enough to pack the things in the belt.Tarnay helped Martin find a coach from the post station.

"In the end, it's not because I didn't entertain you well that you left so early?" Tarney joked as he watched Martin sitting in the carriage.

"Haha, how could it be?" Martin laughed twice, "I'll come again when I'm free, Tarnay~"

The last name was spoken from the man's mouth, and it became very tactful and melodious.

Tarner blinked his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, Master Odin. Goodbye."

The small folding wooden windows of the carriage were closed, and it slowly moved away.

Tarne glanced at the sun above his head, it was shining brightly, and there was a halo on the side of the sun.

He walked into the house again: "Gita, is the afternoon tea ready?"

The boy in the room nodded.

"Very good. If you're tired, go and take a lunch break. There's nothing to do today." Tarney urged.

Dr. Tarnay was always gentle and considerate, Geeta nodded with a shy smile.

Tarney looked at him, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really good that your family gave you this name, you really look like a girl."

Geeta didn't know that this was a joke, and was a little flustered. She opened her mouth several times but didn't say anything.

"Is this problem natural to you?" Tarney frowned and looked at him seriously.

Geeta shook his head, nodded again, and gesticulated messily in the air with his fingers.

"At the age of seven?" Tarney tentatively asked.

Geeta nodded.

"……high fever?"

nod.

"...and then lost his voice??"

Crazy nod.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Tarney asked.

Geeta shook his head, obviously depressed.

Tarney hesitated for a moment.

"I'm not very good at throat diseases, but yours may be curable." He stroked the green stubble on his chin, "I can recommend a doctor to you."

Geeta shook her head again, faster this time.

"What?" Tarney was puzzled.Why not try if there is a way?

Gita bit her lower lip, then pointed to her pocket.

"Are you worried about money?" Tarney suddenly realized, and then said, "Since you are all my friends, of course there is no charge, as long as you cooperate with the treatment. ——Of course, I can't guarantee the cure .”

Geeta stared at him with wide eyes.

The water in those eyes was flowing, as if the water would overflow in the next second.

"Why, you suddenly feel that I'm better than Lord Sade?" Tarnay said with a smile.

Gita shook her head, shaking her head desperately.

"Okay, I get it." Tarne patted his arm, stopped his shaking of his head, "Odin is really good-looking, right? Especially his temperament, melancholy and elegant "Once he saw Gita peeking at Odin who was taking an afternoon nap on the garden porch, he actually understood it very well.

Geeta hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then began to gesture slowly again.

"Because...he...is...my friend?" Tarney tried to express his understanding.

Geeta nodded, smiling slightly.

"Good boy." Tal felt a little warm in his heart. He brushed the overlong hair on his forehead, paused for a few seconds, and said dryly, "Okay, go and do your work. You can also have tea You can take some to taste."

Gita's eyes lit up, and she went happily.

Tarney stood there for a while, looking through the glass of the courtyard at a lush oak tree in the garden.

When he first met in the Fancheng camp, that man was already a well-known general, but he didn't know it.

He looked at the young man holding a seed in his hand and muttered, "I don't know if this seed can grow into a big tree."

Tarnay happened to pass by, thought it was funny, and answered cheaply: "Of course, otherwise what is that next to it?"

Saying a word has become a game.

The seed finally fell into his hands, Tarnay sighed, and asked the gardener to take good care of it.The germination rate of the oak tree seed was not high, but his persistence made a miracle for that seed. It sprouted slowly, grew up, and even spent a lot of money to hire someone to transplant it when he left Fancheng.

Now the green shade is like a cover, and the people of the past are no longer there.

I laughed and whispered back then, who would I talk to again?

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Danz, also known as the Windy City.

It is favored by the southeast wind all the year round, and even many trees on the mountain face the same wind direction, hence the name Windy City.

Danz is also close to the sea, and there is a bay with a winding shape.

A few centuries ago, Danz was still a desolate place by the sea, but ever since a wealthy businessman built a complicated and confusing stone forest here, it suddenly developed like a bubble in the sea.

Now Danz is already a well-known small and medium-sized city in the southeast corner of the empire.

Many people come here for tourism and vacation, and a group of artists created the Danz genre here, including literature, painting, sculpture and other works, all of which incorporate a unique style.

In the center of the city, there are small galleries and art rooms built by folks with their own funds.

Martin did not conceal his identity this time, but directly contacted the Chief Official's Mansion, and the Chief Official's Mansion sent a social specialist to receive the nobleman and guide the tour, so everything went very smoothly.

Because of the cultural gap, different states and cities give people a very different feeling, and there are also huge differences in the development of economy and commerce.

Some places look like down-and-out small villages of the last century, while others can catch up with the bustling atmosphere of big cities, such as Fancheng and Acropolis.

And Danz is somewhere in between.

The Governor's Mansion is located in the north of Danz, and Martin's residence is also arranged here.

A tall tower overlooking the sea.

"Where is the legendary site?" Martin quickly asked the most well-informed detective.

"Your Excellency is talking about the former site of the Banser Stone Forest?" After the detective finished speaking, he looked at the expression on Martin's face and continued, "It is said that there is an entrance to the underground temple built in the old era. Your Excellency said But this place?"

"Is there any legend about this place?" Martin asked.

Ming Tan said: "There are legends, but it's not a good thing. Many people disappeared in this area, so it's very evil."

"That's it."

"Are you planning to go, my lord?"

Martin glanced at him: "Don't say anything about this, just pretend I didn't ask you."

Ming Tan hesitated for a moment, but said, "Yes."

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Fancheng.

Royal Palace.

Many trees with brightly colored leaves begin to turn red, revealing the breath of autumn.

The sky is high and the air is crisp.

Soldiers on patrol had just passed the front gate of the main hall of the palace.

The newly appointed Master Antoine patrolled the lawn and found a suspicious figure.

A green cloth-like thing is slowly moving among a bush not far away.

Holding the hilt of the sword on his body, he approached, drew his sword and pointed at it in an instant: "Who is it?!!!"

The green cloth was lifted, and the man with light blond short hair sat down on the ground, and smiled helplessly with his hands spread out: "It's me."

"Your Highness?" Antoine withdrew his sword, "How did you appear here like this?"

Although it is enough for Tongxing to brush his face, there are still guards who don't know His Royal Highness, what if they are accidentally injured?

Antoine very much disapproved of the other party's risky move.

"I'm not..." His Royal Highness' eyes drifted left and right.

"What is it?" Antoine asked.

"I'm not," His Royal Highness stood up, approaching the man lightly, and kissed his lips, "...Miss you?"

Antoine: "...!!!"

"Your Highness..." he called out helplessly, "There are still people coming here."

"They just changed their posts," Breman said with a smile, "I counted the timing right."

Antoine could do nothing with him.Taking a step back, and being approached by another step, he simply stopped hiding: "Your Highness, let's go back quickly, isn't the Master of the National Teacher checking your homework?"

"How can it be called homework? Is it government affairs?" Breman was slightly dissatisfied. "Why do I feel that you treat me like a child?"

"Your Highness is a child." Antoine laughed, his eyes seemed to be full of stars.

Breman was stunned for a while, but then he was about to approach slowly, but his forehead was pressed against his index finger.

"Your Highness, pay attention to the occasion..."

It's a nasty yet pleasing sound.

"Okay." Bremen reached out and pulled the finger off and held it in his hand. Although his body took a step back, his hand clenched even tighter. "Remember, you will always be with me...here." The fingertips Swim up to reach the position of the heart.

Antoine's eyes flickered slightly, but he still smiled: "Understood, Your Highness. I'm going back to report on my duties."

Breman took a step back, let go of his hand, and said solemnly: "Okay, you go."

Mingming let go, but those eyes are still expressing reluctance and nostalgia.

Antoine: ...

He paused step by step, turned around and glanced at it worriedly, and finally left.

It wasn't until he turned the corner of the hall that the figure of the man could no longer be seen, Antoine spread out his palm, the fingertips that were gripped were slightly red, he stared at it blankly for a while, and rubbed his thumb twice Down, and then slowly, tightly clenched into the palm of your hand.