before he was crowned king

"What did you say?" Herrera's face was full of colors, "Are you kidding me?"

"Because of the dignity of the gods?" Sean nodded, picked up the thin silver piece in the box and put it into the sharp corner of the collar, "Understood, I will pay attention next time."

"Next time?" Herrell sneered, stepped forward to block the figure in the mirror, grabbed the man's neat white shirt, and threatened, "Humans, you don't think that contracts are really equal, don't you forget Who gave you this body now, I can take back everything I have now at any time, and let you return to your original appearance."

Sean lowered his eyes and met those rosy eyes, "Are you so angry?"

"..." The corner of Herrell's mouth froze.

"Words don't mean anything. You can think that I have used a trick. It can bring me back into the aristocratic circle, and it can also give me a chance to touch power. Heller, I will not use my will Entrust it to anyone." Sean said lightly, "If so, can you understand?"

"You liar." After looking at each other for a moment, Herrell let go of his hand, turned around and sat back on the chair, "Oaths are worth nothing in front of you."

"Everyone has a bad side. In many cases, the people who are confused are the people who keep their promises." Sheen said.

"Hmph, I'm not a human being, so I won't be fooled by your sweet words. You just need to remember what will happen if you violate our contract." Herrell's voice calmed down quite a bit.

"I'll never forget it." Sean withdrew his gaze and looked at the wrinkled neckline in the mirror.Although he often calls himself a devil and despises gods, sometimes he behaves innocently and like a child. Sean can only sigh when he meets such a Heller.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Sean was about to go out. He talked to the person sitting there, but he didn't get any response.

Sean walked out of the rose pavilion, and Stephen just came back with a thick book.

"It's so fashionable, brother! I almost didn't recognize you, and I was surprised where the dignitaries came from!" Stephen patted Sean's shoulder, and couldn't help touching the smooth fabric a few more times, "You What are you going to do? Date some pretty girl?"

"Ah, please keep it secret." Sean said gently, "Senior Stephen."

"Okay, okay!" Stephen nodded desperately and agreed, "Don't worry! I won't tell anyone!"

Sean rushed to the back door of the Falcon Club, and the first thing he saw was the red and gold four-wheeled carriage parked under the shade of the trees.

This is obviously an extremely luxurious carriage. The ornate metal iron art is twisted and bent, with smooth lines, engraving the entire garden, and the golden wheels look like four dazzling fireballs under the light.It is no longer a means of transportation that ordinary nobles can afford.

"Mr. Sean, please get in the carriage." A man who looked like a butler came out from behind the carriage, "His Royal Highness Mars has already left first, and I will be responsible for picking you up."

"Okay." Sean nodded slightly, and asked tentatively, "Who is the welcome banquet for today?"

"Don't you know?" The man was stunned for a moment. "It's Duke Oscar. He returned to the capital from the Northern Territory."

"Duke Oscar..." Sean was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "Some people are afraid that they are going to get busy."

The rumbling sound of the carriage was like rain, and the carriage drove smoothly, leaving the gate of the college unimpeded, and rushed to the most glorious place in the capital.

In the Rose Manor, several maids stepped on the revolving stairs with heavy pink and green skirts, hurriedly following the strong smell of perfume in front of them.The woman held a fan and walked heavily. When she came to the far-reaching corridor on the top floor, her personal maid was already waiting for her respectfully.

Janice glanced at the woman, then quickly lowered her head and said guiltily, "Sorry, ma'am, she's not ready yet."

"What's the matter? Does she still look like that?" Madam Mary said coldly, walking into the empty attic.

The messy hair was dragging on the ground like straw, and the slender and pale figure wrapped around his legs, curled up in the corner of the attic, motionless.

Madam Mary walked towards the figure, and used a fan stained with incense to part the tangled hair on the woman's forehead, revealing a pair of absent-minded and tearful eyes.

"How long has she been crazy like this?" Madam Mary withdrew her fan.

"That person was like this within a few days after being coffined, she couldn't hear others, she didn't speak, and she shed tears every day." Janice said softly, "A doctor comes to see her every day, and there is nothing else to do except to keep her alive. "

"What's the difference between her appearance and her death?" Madam Mary cast her eyes on the woman who looked like a wooden statue, "Lilian, your father, Duke Oscar, is back. Don't you want to go and meet him with me?"

The woman didn't respond at all.

"Arix will also go to the palace with us tonight, and I will let him accompany you to meet Duke Oscar." Madam Mary leaned down slightly, and whispered in the woman's ear, "Your husband Sean Cabed is dead, and you have removed your own hindrances, isn't that what you dreamed of?"

Madam Mary lowered her gaze, and found that the woman's fingers trembled inadvertently, and it took a long time to recover.

"She's still a little conscious." Madam Mary straightened up, her disgusted expression was hidden behind the fan, "Clean her up and feed her something that can make her stand up and walk around."

"Yes." Janice took a few maids to take off the woman's dirty and wrinkled clothes.

The steaming hot bath water was brought into the small attic, and the woman did not resist at all, like a soft rag doll that the maids took pains to clean and take care of.

As Lady Mary requested, at least superficially, they needed to turn the former Duchess into her formerly glamorous appearance.

There was a handful of long brown hair scattered on the ground, and the unmanageable part of the maid directly tore it off or cut it off with a comb.The corset, the leg piece, the huge bustle... The delicate and soft pale yellow long dress was brought in by two or three people. It was covered with painted gold thread borders, and the neckline and cuffs were covered with intricate lace trim.

They put all these gorgeous parts on the woman's body in an orderly manner, just like putting layers of gilded cages on the canary.

Janice came in with a finely textured iron box. She scooped out the black particles with a spoon and put them into a porcelain vessel, then pounded them into a finer powder with a pestle.

The hot tea washed away the black powder, and Janice walked over with a porcelain cup.

That woman, or the former Viscountess Lilian, has taken on a whole new look, except for her lack of looks, she looks no different from a real noble lady.

"Please use it." Janice pinched the pointed chin with her hand and said flatly.

Painful whimpers came from the attic, Madam Mary waved the fan in her hand unmoved, she walked down the steps and walked out of the hollow hall.

The black-haired young man was riding on the back of a white horse, his back was straight, his eyebrows and eyes were a little heavy, but he still looked at his body with a dignified look, handsome and extraordinary.

"Mother, is Lilian feeling better?" Seeing Mrs. Mary approaching, Erics turned his head and asked.

"It's much better. She seems to be in good spirits, and she is willing to participate in today's palace banquet." Madam Mary comforted her son, "Don't worry."

"Thank goodness." Alex breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Lilian was recovering, he also felt much better.

"Lillian is a strong child and she will be delighted to see her father tonight."

"If Sean is here, she will be happier..." Erics' eyes showed his back, and he was holding the horse rope.

"Alex, don't just dwell on the sorrow of the past." Madam Mary's eyes darkened, and she walked to the side of the horse, "Time will heal everything, Lilian will come out, and you have to learn to let go."

Alex didn't speak.

Mrs. Mary patted the young man's hand, and Erics nodded slightly, then turned the horse's head and walked slowly to the front of the convoy.

The golden and red carriage stopped in front of the huge marble gate.

This is the entrance and exit of the Palace of St. Via, also known as the Gate of St. Via. There are several watchtowers above and guards on both sides below.Sean got out of the carriage and looked at the tall dome-shaped passageway, with some indistinct gold leaf characters engraved on the top.

"Xion." A voice came from the carriage not far away.

Silver and black high-level military uniforms, star-like medals of honor, tough and gorgeous dark red shawls, and the unique silver short hair of the Sanvia royal family.To attend such a solemn banquet, Mars can be said to be meticulously dressed. Even people who are picky about etiquette cannot criticize his outfit today.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Sean stood still in front of the window of the carriage.

"It doesn't matter, you have to wait when you go in." Mars chuckled, "I still have to deal with those pedantic people."

"Then do you want to go in now?" Sean asked for instructions.

"Wait a minute." Mars stuck his hand out of the window, and gently tugged on Sean's neckline.

"Your Highness." Sean tilted his head slightly, and he couldn't move too much, because there was still a magic circle engraved on the back of his neck that made a contract with Herrell.

"The collar is wrinkled." Mars withdrew his hand.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Sean said, "I accidentally folded it while wearing it."

"You may be careless sometimes." Mars got down from the carriage, "I'll ask them to find you a bow tie to cover you when you get to the palace later."

"Yes." Sean followed Mars, maintaining a one-step position. To his surprise, Mars brought only him as an attendant tonight.

"Don't be nervous, just follow me."

"Yes." Sean walked into the gate of St. Via, which was made of huge stones. The last time he passed here was when he inherited the title at the age of 16.

Things are different.It is rare for someone like Sean who is not sensitive to have different emotions in his heart.

I don't know what kind of self he will be when he crosses here for the third time, or even the fourth time.