before he was crowned king

Bachelor Priestley glanced at the woman sitting there, then looked at the black-haired young man, and cleared his throat: "Mr. Erics, as the sole heir of Rose Manor, what you say has the force of law. Are you sure about the decision you just made?"

"Your Honor, what Master Erics said was obviously a joke—" The lawyer was sweating on his brow, and kept looking back.

"I'm an adult, and I can be responsible for my own words." Alex said bluntly, his eyes looked at the girl opposite, and he bowed slightly in front of everyone, "Ms. Lilian, for the pain you suffered in Rose Manor , with deep apologies”

Such a turn of events was unexpected.There was constant whispering in the public gallery, and everyone was talking about the black-haired young man named Erics.Some people say that he made the right choice, some people say that he pitted Rose Manor hard, and some people say that Kabede's mother and son may have broken up.

There are many guesses.

No matter what the truth is, the case has been settled because of the youth's speech.

Among the crowd, the blond young man standing at the very back quietly exited the court hearing hall.He stood alone in the secluded corridor, his elongated black shadow on the smooth marble.

"Why did you make a special trip here? Oscar can handle things well, are you doubting what I'm saying?" The voice that suddenly sounded was full of displeasure.

Sean's footsteps faltered slightly, seeing the extra cat shadow on the ground, and then resumed his normal pace.

"I came here on behalf of His Royal Highness Mars." Sean explained softly.

"Hmph, don't try to deceive me. It was you who brought it up, and that silver-haired boy let you come here." The black cat sneered, with a sarcasm in his voice, "He deliberately said that we trust each other, human beings are lying if they open their mouths."

"It's pointless for me to lie to you, Herrell." Sheen sighed. "You know all my secrets."

"Of course." The black cat wagged its tail and said confidently, "I won't be fooled by your few words like those idiots."

"Indeed, it is difficult for me to deceive you." Sean followed the other person's words and continued to appease, "How do those desserts taste?"

"Not bad..." After answering casually, Herrell realized that he had exposed something, and changed his words stiffly, "What did you say, what dessert?"

"It was bought for you that night," Sheen said.

"I just tasted a few mouthfuls." The black cat raised its paw, and the voice was a little excited, "It's not as much as your brother who is full of bright smell!"

"Which one of them do you like the most?" Sean walked out of the tall round arch, left the majestic Sanvia Imperial Court, and sat in the carriage waiting outside, "Go back now, there is still time to go to the restaurant to bring one share."

"Cream trifle, with Cecil wine at the bottom." After a moment of silence, the black cat pursed its lips and said viciously.

Such an extremely sweet combination is not something ordinary people can bear.Cecil is a well-known liqueur in St. Via. 90.00% of it is made from grapes. It has a very sweet smell and is mixed with some cheese.The cream sponge cake is made of superimposed fruits, jams, cream, cakes, etc. The taste of the mixture of the two is enough to make people greasy enough to eat a second bite.

But Helaier is obviously not an ordinary person, he just likes this bite.

In the study of the Falcon Club, the black cat was lying on the soft sofa with a wooden box in his arms. The large box of cream cakes for four people made him speechless, and he was satisfied for the time being.

Mars was sitting at the desk with a teacup. Of course he didn't know that there was a cat lying on his precious ostrich leather latex sofa with a sweet treat. He was thinking about how to take advantage of the opportunities hidden behind the chaos in the capital.

"Is Alex really saying that?" After hearing Sean's report, Mars was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"Why did he do that? I thought he had a good relationship with his mother." Mars rubbed his chin and seemed a little puzzled, "That Xi Silin's mine obviously hides a secret that Madam Mary doesn't want people to know, It’s not hard to see that in Duke Oscar’s tough attitude.”

"He did this...maybe simply to apologize to the Viscountess." Sean's voice paused.

"You mean he is willing to be an enemy of his relatives and future interests for the sake of fairness and justice in his heart?" Mars chuckled lightly, "Do you think there will be such a selfless and upright person in this world?"

"Maybe." This time, Sean did not give a definite answer.

There was a bit of mean and disdainful laughter, and Sean glanced over, and the dessert and cat had disappeared, disappearing abruptly like ink marks scraped off by a knife.

"Xion, what do you think about this matter?" Mars' voice sounded.

"For you, this should be considered a good thing." Sean said calmly.

"Why do you say that?" Mars continued to ask, as if he had guessed Sean's answer.

"Madam Mary's disagreement with Duke Oscar means that Duke Oscar and His Royal Highness Fern will not get too close."

"Duke Oscar is the lord of the Northern Territory, with extraordinary status. It's great to have his support. But his attitude was very clear when we visited last time."

"You can wait and see."

"Are you waiting for Duke Oscar to find out something?" Mars crossed his fingertips, as if he was not very optimistic about the result, "But even if there is really something ulterior, Madam Mary will take care of it before the handover, right? .”

"This kind of thing can only be found out after investigation." Sean said, "Until there is no result, the disturbed person will hide a poisonous snake in his heart."

"Are you implying my brother?" Mars smiled, "He is indeed not a calm person."

"At least Miss Serena hasn't written to you recently." Sean nodded.

"Xion, do you dare to make fun of me?" Mars lowered his eyes, his tone unclear.

"Sorry, Your Highness." Seeing the change in Mars' tone, Sean leaned over slightly. Of course, he did not forget the other party's true identity.

"You said it wrong again, Sean. It seems that you didn't take what I said to heart at all." Mars turned his head, his voice was a little cold.

Sean froze for a moment, and began to recall in his mind. He observed the man's expression, and said hesitantly, "Sorry, Mars...senior."

"It's a good thing you remembered it in time, otherwise you might have missed the Queen's birthday gift I prepared for you." Mars no longer had an unhappy expression on his face. The sealed document was handed to Sean.

"Is there a tradition of giving gifts on the Queen's birthday?" Sean took the document, glanced at a few lines, and looked slightly stunned.

"Why are you so serious? This is obviously an excuse for me to give you a gift." Mars shrugged and admitted frankly, "Congratulations, you have the authority to carry firearms with you from today on."

"You..." Sean lowered his head, and a box was placed in front of him, "Is this also for me?"

"Of course, open it and have a look."

Sean opened the patent leather box in front of him, and inside lay a short|gun made of iron and brass.This short|gun is about five inches long and looks more like a lady's gun.Different from those crude ignition guns sold in the black market, Mars prepared flintlock firearms for him. This type of weapon is the darling of the Imperial Firearms Battalion, and it can truly shoot with one hand.

"It has been modified. For the convenience of carrying, it is not as powerful as the original, but it still has the function of self-defense." Mars said, "After what happened last time, I thought about it and I still need to buy something for you. You will use it?"

"I haven't touched a gun yet." Sean shook his head, and ordinary civilians naturally have no possibility of touching a firearm.

"It's not difficult. I like the 'three points and one line' posture. I'll teach you some other time." Mars picked up the short | gun, wrapped his left hand around his right wrist, and made a shooting motion, " Just learn to aim for his head."

Sean stood on the side. He didn't know who was in Mars's mind when he was holding the gun. He happened to catch a trace of ferocity in the eyes of the other party, and it flashed by.

Snapped.

The crisp applause landed on Yingjun's side face. Facing the angry woman, the black-haired young man didn't speak. He tilted his head slightly, his emotions hidden under his fine bangs.

"Alex, you must take back what you just said." Madam Mary's chest heaved, her usual dignity no longer existed, "I am your mother, how could you say such things to me?"

"You are indeed my mother, you raised me, and this cannot be changed." Erics raised the back of his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because I am your son that I have the responsibility to correct You did something wrong."

"Did something wrong? I didn't do anything wrong." Mrs. Mary stared into those black eyes, "Can't you see? They are aggressive and domineering, what kind of bad heart they have."

"Indeed, I can't see it." Alex said with his head down, "I think it's reasonable to give a mine compensation."

"You—" Madam Mary gritted her teeth, and raised her hand again, but when she saw half of the young man's flushed face, she couldn't help but stop.

"Mother, I don't understand." Alex raised his head and looked straight into Madam Mary's eyes, "There are three mines under our family name, and Lilian is Sean's wife, and she will never live in Rose Manor again. , but giving her the right to exploit a mine is not an excessive condition at all. What are you afraid of?"

Madam Mary's face turned pale, and her finely lined hands trembled invisibly.

"Or, are you still hiding something from me?" Alex asked softly, "Mother."