before he was crowned king

"To make up for the mistake? Let me think about it," Mars rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner, "Then please help me sort the documents on the desk into categories."

"This is what I should do." Sean handed a cup of steaming scented tea to Mars, and he walked to the desk where the documents were piled up like a mountain, and divided them into three levels according to the priority.Such a classification can help Mars organize his daily workload more efficiently.

This is a rare opportunity. During this process, Sean can learn about the big and small things in the aristocratic circle of the capital.Of course, this was all approved by Mars, or it could be said that Mars did it on purpose. Sean knew that the other party wanted to use this to cultivate his ability to understand and handle various official duties.

Mars looked up at the young man who was quickly browsing the official documents, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he raised the bone china tea cup in his hand to his lips.

Sean's pause lengthens as he flips through a document.

"What's the matter? Have you encountered something you're not sure about?" Mars put down the teacup.

"Nothing, Your Highness. This is the first time I've seen a royal verdict," Sheen said.

"The verdict? It is indeed rare." Mars nodded slightly, "Most of the affairs of the nobles are settled in private, probably forming a stable balance. In recent years, it is very rare for the royal family to come forward to arbitrate. Who would Thinking of causing such a scandal? Madam Mary, known for her dignity and elegance, would actually abuse the daughter of Duke Oscar, and the Duke found out on the spot."

"During the Queen's birthday holiday, something like this happened in the capital." Sean showed a somewhat surprised expression, "How should Mrs. Mary compensate Duke Oscar and his daughter? Did they reach a certain agreement in advance?"

"The trial is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, but I heard that Duke Oscar wants a mine in Rose Manor..." Mars' voice paused, his eyebrows were slightly pressed, as if he could smell the difference from Sean's words Unusual taste, "You seem to be unexpectedly interested in this matter. Is it because of Alex?"

As if he didn't expect Mars to mention Alex's name, Sean was slightly taken aback, and after a short thought, he followed Mars's words.

"Well, Mrs. Mary is Alex's mother. Before leaving the capital, I went to the Rose Manor with him. He seems to be familiar with Duke Oscar's daughter. If he knew this, he would feel bad .”

"There is no way to do this kind of thing. I think he will know soon, because the trial tomorrow afternoon, he will participate with Madam Mary as the future heir of Rose Manor." Mars asked unintentionally, "Are you worried? him?"

"Well, they are friends after all." Sean's voice was calm, and the overly bright smile of the black-haired youth at that time could not help appearing in his mind.

"I went to Nexco Village. Have you become good friends?" Mars said lightly, with some incomprehensible meaning mixed in his voice.

"Just ordinary friends." Sean didn't stop the classification in his hands, "After all, he saved my life in this mission."

"Well, it's a good thing he was there at the time." Mars stood up, "Otherwise, after this mission, I might lose an extremely caring attendant."

"..."

"If you say that, I owe him a favor." Mars said with a chuckle.

Sean didn't answer, but felt a little bit of Mars' superb speech skills in his heart.He discovered that more than once, even in a few words of communication, His Royal Highness can subtly instill an invisible concept of subordination in you.

You belonged to him, on his side.

Sean wasn't sure if this was the result of the other party's deliberate research, or whether it was the gifted ability to command in words.As a king, it is extremely important for his subordinates to have a sense of belonging.This even determines whether they can serve it willingly.

Being valued, cared for, protected... the gentleness from the high-ranking people will make the lowly people feel grateful, and in order to repay, they have to present themselves.

This method is very suitable for those young people who do not have much experience and are full of passion. Sean sometimes thinks that if Mrs. Mary and His Highness Mars have different political views, it is undoubtedly better to replace him now. Ericsson.

"Are you injured?" A voice came from next to his ear, and Mars walked behind him at some point.

"Your Highness is troubled, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious." It was extremely disrespectful to turn his back on his master, Sean was about to turn around, but put a hand on his shoulder.

"is it?"

"Well, it's just that the skin on the back has been scratched, and it's almost healed." Sean looked forward. In fact, he doesn't like this way of dialogue. He prefers to catch the expression of the interlocutor directly, because it is easier for him to detect the other party's true thoughts.

But now he couldn't see what His Highness was doing at all.

Mars was just looking at him innocently, his eyes were like a brush stained with paint, outlining the outline of the young man's back.

"Xion, will you blame me? Let you do such a dangerous thing." Mars's voice was very soft, and the tone of the question he uttered was as plain as a statement, "I almost let you lose your life."

"Do you have such concerns?" Sean's eyes drooped slightly.

"Of course." Mars lowered his head, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'm not that cold-blooded yet. If someone dies because of my wrong judgment, I will feel guilty and sad."

Hearing this, Sean was a little surprised, and at the same time, he seemed to understand that Mars wanted to have a conversation in such a posture.

Mars was actually confused because of his distress.

It was a bit surprising, perhaps because he had always judged Mars by the standards of the future king, but Sean ignored that the other party was still a young man in his 20s who was not yet mature.

"Your Highness, I don't think you should say such things." Sean said calmly.

"Because of my special status, am I not allowed to be sentimental?"

"You're supposed to be firm in your judgment," Sheehan said. "That's all."

"Even if the judgment may be wrong?"

"If you don't do it because you are afraid of making a mistake, all your worries will be meaningless. Only if you firmly believe that it is correct, those who follow you will believe as firmly as you."

Mars was slightly taken aback, and when he came to his senses, Sean had turned around and knelt in front of him, "Your Highness, this is our common choice. Do you still remember when I pledged my allegiance to you?" , do you give me advice?"

"Is it the first thing to learn to be confident when bearing a heavy burden...?" As if thinking of something, Mars suddenly smiled, "Is this a reward?"

"Is Your Highness willing to accept it?"

"Of course, this sentence has benefited me immensely." Mars stretched his eyebrows and sat back on the sofa again, "Get up, you don't have to kneel in front of me in private from now on."

"Your Highness, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." Sean showed a conservative attitude, "I am your attendant, so it is against the rules."

"Then you can play one more role." Mars said, "Just like you and Alex, when there is no one else, I will trouble you to play the role of a friend."

"Your Highness..." Sean sighed inaudibly.

"Xion, that's not how you call it among friends." Mars said, "You should call me by my name."

"..."

"That's an order, Sean."

"Ma... Erles... President." It is extremely offensive to directly call the royal family by name. If it is overheard by someone who cares, it will easily cause unnecessary incidents.Sean thought for a while and said, "Is this okay?"

Mars shook his head, expressing dissatisfaction.

"Mars...senior?" Sean continued to probe.

"This title is unexpectedly pleasing to the ear." Mars paused slightly, and nodded.

Sean didn't know why the proud prince suddenly thought of such a proposal, but he didn't mind further shortening the distance between the two. After replacing Lambert's seat, he knew that he was farther away from the most trusted position in the other party's heart. It's getting closer.

It was almost dusk when Sean left the pavilion of the Falcon Society.The Queen's birthday holiday has not yet passed, the noble campus is very clean, most of the dormitories are empty, and there are almost no people walking on the road.

Seeing a familiar black cat resting on the tree trunk, Sean stopped in his tracks. The moment he cast his gaze over, those rose-colored pupils had already opened.

"Why did you turn into a cat again?" Sean's voice was not loud, but he knew that the other party could hear him clearly.

"Do you think I'm lying on a branch in human form?" said the black cat, wagging its tail.

"I'm going to the restaurant, do you want something to eat?" Sean raised his head and continued to ask.

The wagging tail stopped, and the eyes narrowed slightly looking at Sean, "Human, what bad idea are you thinking?"

"Just thought you haven't eaten sweets in days." Sean said, "Want to go to the restaurant together?"

"Hmph, do you want to ask me to do something again?" After suffering a loss, the black cat became cautious.

"No." Seeing the other party's guarded appearance, Sean suddenly felt a little funny in his heart, "This time it's a free dessert."

The black cat is dubious.

"It's a holiday now, and the noble students haven't come back yet. You can go to the South Restaurant. Senior Irene said that the chestnut cake there is delicious..." Sean said halfway, when he found that the black cat had already jumped from the high branch. Leap down gently.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out to catch it, but the cat's claws landed precisely on the top of his head.

"Not only chestnut cakes, but also other things." A serious voice ordered from above, "Lots and lots of desserts."

"it is good."

Then, under the amazed eyes of everyone, Sean booked almost all the desserts in the college restaurant.After returning to the dormitory, the black cat stood in the middle of the table, and Sean put all these desserts on the table until the whole table was full.

There is no doubt that being surrounded by one's favorite food is a bliss.The black cat looked at the chestnut cake closest to him, his rosy pupils honestly showed longing.

However, he didn't choose to eat the chestnut cake first, but inadvertently swept his tail behind him.

"Why don't you eat?" Sean sat across the table, crossing his fingertips.

"The good things should be put at the end." The black cat narrowed its eyes and picked up a fruit tart to enjoy.

"Sweets are the art of bringing pleasure together," Sheehan said.

"I didn't expect you to say such philosophical words."

"You said it yourself."

"No wonder."

Sean looked at the black cat on the table and said calmly, "I remember you also said that a cat's taste buds are an insult to sweets."

The black cat froze for a moment.

"It's rare to have so many desserts. In order to respect this art, aren't you going to restore the human form to enjoy?" Sean sat there and asked softly.