Your Mightiness

Just when August was still hesitating whether to simply choose to bow his head directly to the evil forces, he suddenly made an astonishing discovery: he actually didn't know the specific identity of the evil forces.

Fortunately, the evil forces don't know who August has become in this life.

Hey hey hey. =V=

The old butler stood by without changing his expression. He was already very used to the occasional depression and happiness of his Excellency.Just taking advantage of this opportunity, he successfully persuaded August to put on another arc-shaped cloak with infrared gold inside.When meeting guests outdoors, keeping warm is the most important thing. Of course, fashion must not be forgotten!

Until the messenger came, August had been sitting under the oak tree in the atrium, concentrating on writing and drawing on the parchment.She Jingbing doesn't know who he is, but he needs to know who She Jingbing is.

Although in the communication between the two of them in the previous life, there were only the first and second pronouns like you and me, and the third person who lacked specific names, but after August carefully recalled, repeatedly deliberated, and combined the noble relationship map he has now, He still deduced a lot of useful information about the other party's identity.

First of all, She Jingbing is a nobleman, a great nobleman.

Secondly, it seems to be an illegitimate child, the kind where the male master comes out first and the female master cheats later.

Then, the family population is simple, there are only two half-brothers, the eldest brother is away all year round, and the second brother is in charge of housekeeping.

In the end, the main scope of activities should be London. When I was a child, I lived with my hostess in a remote country manor. Later, I was taken to the capital by my half-brother. I was ridiculed for my accent at a banquet.

To be honest, in the face of such a growth experience, who is second if he is not second?If he is not perverted, who is perverted?If he doesn't report to the agency, who will report to the agency?

But no matter what, August did not intend to feed the dragon with his body.He just wanted to find key figures who fit these distinctive characteristics.It should be easy to find, after all, judging from the tone of the other party, he has already become a big shot in London.

... Big man, sigh.

The better the opponent is, the easier it is for August to die miserably.He couldn't help feeling sad, and while he lit the reasoning parchment he wrote, he sat on the high-backed chair and looked up at a red ribbon hanging on the tallest treetop of the oak tree.The top silk from Asia, the best dyeing process, the three golden lions and iris orchid heraldic marks on the tail of the ribbon are very conspicuous.

It was hung up by August himself on his birthday last year, once a year, and it is often replaced with a new one.This has almost become a must-have program for August.He remembered that he fastened several dead buckles back and forth, and no amount of wind could blow them off.

Just like his firm thoughts.

"I heard people say that on the other side of the sea, it is popular to tie red ribbons on oak trees to express the expectation for the return of relatives who have traveled far away. I didn't expect His Excellency the Duke to be so romantic."

A deep voice with some strange French accents came from behind August.Like summer thunder, like the warm sun in early winter, it has a contradictory and fatal attraction.

"Your father will be back soon, as he said, he will honor you and your mother."

August's father was the former King William III, and the current king is William III's younger brother. This does not mean that William III is dead, but that he voluntarily abdicated more than ten years ago.At that time, William III did not have August, the only child, so he passed the throne to his younger brother boldly.

Today, William III, nicknamed the "Black Prince", is commanding hundreds of legions, fighting on the battlefield of the Hundred Years' War, wrestling with his cousin who is the king of France, never ending.

Relatives do this, in fact...

...not surprising at all.

After all, their elders once staged a farce where father-in-law and son-in-law pinched each other, and after father-in-law died, brother-in-law continued to pinch each other with brother-in-law.

Now both Britain and France know that the Black Prince, a product of a British-French joint venture, has the greatest wish in his life to defeat the old man that France gave him. He feels that he owes his son a country.

As for why the black prince didn't love the country and the war, and abandoned the throne to fight, no one knows.Just like no one knows why William II, who claimed to have been killed by the Black Prince as soon as he took office, is still living in the Tower of London, living a life that would be worse than death.

The grievances and grievances of the elders are too complicated, and the eight-year-old Auguste has no way to know the too detailed history, only from the sporadic gossip of others, he feels that it is a bad debt that is constantly being cut and messed up.

August put away his memory, brushed the fur on the golden-red cloak, and then looked at the person he was talking to with a natural attitude.Instead of getting up, he raised his cat-like almond eyes, trying to look even more arrogant.

Because such a bold and impolite person can only be the king's emissary.

He didn't want the other party to be interested in him at all.

A well-dressed young man in riding clothes with a straight figure jumped into August's field of vision.He happened to be standing in front of the cluster of angel reliefs, in August's blind spot, as if he had a pair of white wings.In stark contrast is the young man's long hair, which is dark and thick like a night sky with a bright moon and few stars. In addition, he is wearing a hat with strange water chestnut angles, projected obliquely on the grass into the sharp horns of a devil .The whole person is filled with a trembling charm that cannot be put into words.

Between light and shadow, the young man evoked a harmless smile to August. He looked full of kindness, and he didn't mind August's attitude with his eyes above his head at all. He said, "Good day, my Your Excellency the Duke."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man saluted August, bending his waist in a standard way, but it seemed that people could see his spine that would never bend.

"Good day." August gestured to the old butler with his eyes. Is this the legendary pedophile messenger?

It's true that people can't be judged by appearances. I didn't expect such a person to betray the revolution, cough.

The old butler also replied with his eyes, "The situation has changed, the king has changed, and the messenger is still the messenger, but I don't know if it's not a pedophile."

The high level of tacit understanding cultivated by the master and servant over the years helped August quickly understand half of the old butler's meaning, that this is the king's envoy.As for the pedophile part, I'm sorry, eyes are not transmitters, and August doesn't have the ability to decipher the deep meaning.

The knights who were training in the open space of the atrium hummed and shook the sky as expected, and gave the king's envoy a powerful dismount.

August seemed to be immersed in it, and it took about a century before he let the messenger get up, and pretended to be annoyed: "When I concentrate on the knight's contest, I tend to have nothing else to do. I hope you don't mind."

The young man shook his head, the devil's horns seemed to grow longer in the shadow, but his attitude on the surface was surprisingly generous, and even his tone was pampering: "Of course I don't mind..."

On the contrary, August became more vigilant, and those who could bear it were even more terrifying.

"...my nephew."

!!!

August looked at the old butler again, not because August relied on him the most, but because he knew the most gossip. 'When did I have an uncle? ' he wrote brightly in his eyes.

Auguste’s grandmother, Queen Isabella, was once a French princess. She married from afar to consolidate the 300-year marriage between Britain and France. Shi is simply a gay + scumbag who cheated on marriage.Marriage turned into feud in minutes.The relationship between husband and wife cannot be described as the same bed with different dreams, because they don't know the same bed at all.

The Queen Mother and William II have two children, one is the eldest son who had to be born for the right of inheritance, "Black Prince" William III; the other is the younger son who was accidentally pregnant, Richard II.

Where can the old Queen Mother give birth to such a young uncle for August?

Wait, why is this person so familiar?The man is out of the closet, the woman is cheating; the eldest brother is away all the year round, the second brother is diligent and thrifty; the old castle in the countryside has a slightly strange French accent...

——You are right, what is ridiculous is not the accent, but the human heart. Sooner or later, I will let those who laugh at me refuse to accept it and hold back!

Looking up again, even the handsome young man's smile seemed to carry killing intent.