Your Mightiness

August blinked innocently, a pair of watery blue eyes full of innocence and innocence, he was holding the milk cup with a hint of heat, even his breath seemed to smell of milk: "Because my father wrote a letter to mention Been there, he's always complaining about the lack of money, lack of money, lack of money."

It's not that August is fooling Raphael, but that the chatty dad really likes to complain about the lack of money.Even if he is not short of money, he still insists on the principles of "crying children have milk" and "no money exposed", and constantly seeks for the share they deserve for the soldiers who followed him through life and death.The life of a martyr cannot be exchanged no matter how many pounds are used, and the family members of the martyr and permanently disabled soldiers have the right to use the money to get a better life.

Raphael raised his eyebrows, looked at August up and down, and looked again, but he didn't say whether he believed it, until August fidgeted again, and he said softly: " oh."

Then, there is no more.

August erected all the fortifications to prepare for the enemy, but the enemy had no intention of launching a general offensive today.

Raphael only enjoyed the feeling of being a big star who was always watched by August. When he had enjoyed enough, he raised his hand and pinched August's smooth and tender cheeks, indicating that the topic was over and they could change. One: "Would you like something to eat first? I asked the kitchen to prepare a more portable Bangguo dish. The name seems to be Baozi. I don't know if you are used to it."

"Why does Bangzi have such a big face? Baozi is from China, thank you!" August retorted without thinking.

Raphael smiled meaningfully again, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a stealing fox: "Sorry, slip of the tongue, but I didn't expect you to know such an unpopular thing, Al."

"..." Ah, today's weather is really good, there are no clouds in the sky, and the blue is as clear as washing.

Looking at the little squirrel that retracted into the hole again, Raphael didn't speak, but happily fed it.He asked the chef to prepare several fillings. At present, August's taste is more northerly.

After learning that Raphael actually likes Chinese food, August invited the Chinese chef Li back again. August was full of apologies for this contradictory behavior of selling fakes.But Li...wept with joy, and would rather give up the already completed trip to London and return to the castle to work. He still hasn't believed the consolation of August's original words of "this is not dismissal".Today, Li and her mixed-race daughter are also in the convoy, ready to complete the agreement between father and daughter about London and tutus.

August can't resist the charm of "As You Like It".

After eating and drinking, the interior of the carriage became quiet again. August fumbled around idly, as if he suddenly became interested in and explored the carriage he had ridden many times.It is said that the wood and decorations used to build the carriage are of great origin, such as the pure gold cufflinks of the previous kings of England, the soft seat cushions made of gold wire, and even the pedals are of the same texture.

But whenever August looked up from his explorations, Raphael was always looking at him with a smile, as if Raphael was more idle than him, and he was more interesting than the carriage.

It's not appropriate for the atmosphere to be so awkward, so when he and Raphael looked into each other's eyes for the fifth time, August took the initiative to ask, "What book are you reading?"

"Death of King Arthur."

"Oh, chivalry novels."

"Yes."

Then they fell silent again.

A few minutes later, Raphael talked about a more extended topic: "Speaking of which, I have a friend, a very special friend, who once told me a theory about knight novels and King Arthur."

"What is it?" August put on an expression of interest to listen, even if Raphael wanted to discuss the most boring topic in the world with him, he would be "full of positivity".

"He thought I didn't know that the knights of the round table were fictional, and he reminded me that the knights of the round table are just novels, not real history. King Arthur was just an ordinary king in the fifth century, but he became our life because of knight novels. He was the greatest hero of his era, sought after by nobles and commoners alike." Raphael fell into memories, with a real smile on his lips, and he asked August, "Isn't it unique? Who have you heard of this before?" Kind of words?"

August doesn't think this is very unique, because he has heard it before, from his own mouth...

...and in the "Tell My Children the Middle Ages" he bought.

—In the twelfth century, poetry narrated the legend of knights; in the thirteenth century, the legend was changed to prose.But they all have one thing in common, they are all fake.Many modern people think that Lancelot really existed, this is the power of legend.Maybe people in the future will think that Long Aotian and the Second Second Disease really exist, you have to work hard.

The sarcasm in his previous life has become the reason why August can't hold his head up in this life.

"This friend of mine is completely different from those hypocritical aristocrats who still think that chivalry in fantasy is real..." Raphael said without waiting for Auguste to answer, with every syllable They are all full of the pride of "he is so simple and unpretentious, he is not at all the same as the coquettish sluts outside".

What are you proud of, fall!

August, who always felt that the topic was getting more and more dangerous, had to resort to his ultimate ultimatum again-sleep.Originally, she was just pretending to be asleep, but in the end she pretended to be asleep and fell asleep.

When the convoy arrived in the suburbs of London, it was not completely dark yet,

After the convoy reached Richmond in the outer London area, they stopped moving forward. They were not in a hurry to go to Whitehall Palace, where the king was, because... August had his own residence in London, to be precise royal palace.

Hampton Court Palace.

Since it was confiscated and renovated by the royal family, it has been known as England's Versailles.

100 years ago, Hampton was just the name of a manor;

Decades ago, Cardinal Wolsey spent huge sums of money to remodel the manor, turning it into the most luxurious complex in England in seven years; 19 years ago, the last year of the Black Prince's reign He did a lot of shocking things in "The Last Madness", one of which was to use the name of Wolsey as a rich prince to conduct a property source review of the arrogant cardinal. In order to save his life, Wolsey West dedicated the manor to the Black Prince, and Hampton Manor became the property of the royal family; six years ago, Richard II had a complete fallout with the Holy See, and he expanded his painstaking efforts for more than ten years in a fit of anger. Hampton Court Palace, given to the young August.

To put it simply, the most luxurious palace in the world with 1280 rooms, adjacent to the Thames River and overlooking London, is just one of the birthday gifts Her Excellency Auguste received when he was three years old.

However, it was not until today, when he was about to turn nine years old, that August set foot here for the first time.

Hampton Court Palace is a typical late medieval style, with Gothic towers and spires, as well as England's most famous symmetrical red brick aesthetics, majestic and rustic.As soon as you enter the door, there are three courtyards, which are only used to entertain guests.The overall architectural style is very open and spacious, so that the palace can enjoy enough sunshine even in the rainy London, which is gorgeous and magnificent.

It's a pity that these Augusts have no chance to see them for the time being. Compared with admiring Hampton Court Palace, which does not require tickets, he prefers to wander modern life in his sleep.

The carriage drove through the three courtyards and did not stop until the bedroom.Knight Commander Andre dismounted, and when he was about to hug the sleeping Duke like he did in Bristol Castle, Raphael blocked Andre's hand. He didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was very clear. he comes.

Raphael carried August all the way to the dormitory, which occupied almost half of the third floor, without any help from others.The servants of Hampton Palace have been making various preparations for welcoming the Duke a few months ago, brand new bedding, the fluffiest pillows photographed, and comfortable mattresses with an unknown number of layers, everything is so It was just right, so that August could continue to sleep peacefully until dawn.

The next morning, accompanied by the melodious birdsong and the first ray of sunshine, August woke up very early in the morning. After getting enough sleep, he became even more lazy, staying on the bed and refusing to get up.

Until he rang the golden bell in the room, and the old housekeeper and... Raphael were summoned.

"!!!" Why are you still here?August's eyes said so.

Raphael seemed to be able to hear August's inner voice, and he took the initiative to say: "It was already late when we arrived in Richmond, I think you don't mind entertaining your poor uncle who is tired of traveling and traveling, and stay here first Down."

What can August say about this?Naturally, he can only say that he doesn't mind, he can live here as he pleases, there are plenty of rooms here, and he can live there for as long as he wants.

Then, Raphael said, okay.

good?What good?Fuck, please don't take my kind words seriously, you don't have a home in London!August can't drive people away, he can only hint: "Actually, I'm a little afraid that you won't be used to sleeping, after all, it's more comfortable in your own home."

Raphael agreed: "Yes, you're right. The moment I moved into the room on your right, I felt like I was at home. It's very comfortable, so don't worry."

I'm not worried about QAQ wait, what did you say?Where do you live?The room on the right?August must have lived in the master bedroom, and next to the master bedroom...is the mistress' bedroom, and there is an unobstructed inner door between the two rooms.Who agreed to these? There are more than 1000 and two hundred rooms, can't you find a guest room?

August looked at the old butler.

The old butler silently lowered his head, don't look at me, I'm useless, I'm sorry Your Excellency.

Since last night, he has looked hopeless.

The author has something to say: Hampton Court Palace was taken over by Henry VIII in history, and the historical source is similar to the text. A dead cardinal planted trees, and Henry VIII took the shade.The difference in the text is that there is an extra part where the father of the hero intervenes~