big auction house

In the morning, when Jules was going out, Jack came over.

"Sir, the carriage is ready."

"carriage?"

"Yes, it's convenient for you to go anywhere, and you don't need a city exit permit."

There is a sign of the Duke's Mansion on the carriage, so you can leave the city and enter the castle without any obstacles.

Jules smiled slightly: "Thank you, but I won't go far."

White stopped him again: "Then, please keep this seal."

Jules glanced at the seal. It was Raphael's family logo, and it could be used to withdraw money in all banks across the country.

"I have one." Jules smiled and took out the seal.

In the past, Raphael was too lazy to go out, and he took Jules's for food and drink, and then gave him his seal and asked him to get it by himself.

Jules had never taken it, and Raphael probably thought he had lost it this time he was in prison.

"Is this already void?"

White said: "It's not invalid, you can continue to use it."

"He really thought that no one would steal it." Jules whispered, but suddenly thought of another possibility.

Did Raphael deliberately not invalidate it?If it is used earlier, can Raphael find him earlier?

He just never used it.

Clovis Gardens.

Sure enough, Jules was chatting with Clovis and Jubel.

Jules's neck was very white with graceful lines, and Raphael couldn't help but flashed the other appearance of him that day, his face felt slightly hot, and he walked over briskly. "It seems that the Secretary of Foreign Affairs is really free. I have a list of tonight's performances. I have 126 questions that I don't understand. Coincidentally, they are all related to the program you arranged. If you can't figure it out now, tonight These shows can be canceled."

"Raphael!" Clovis jumped up: "You are too despicable and shameless." Having said that, he still took the list in Raphael's hand, frowned and went to study it.

"Tsk tsk, how long did it take you to figure out these problems?" Jubel was dumbfounded.

Raphael ignored him, turned around and saw Jules stirring the coffee in the cup, and said: "You do what he does, Clovis' barley-colored skin wears a wreath, and he is a beautiful boy in Greek mythology. You The skin is as white as a disease, and the women in the east have stomach pains."

"That's called imitation, I warn you not to abuse idioms! And how dark is your skin? It's fairer than mine." Jules came back to his senses and retorted.

"I am healthy white, and you are sick white."

As a result, the debate turned into a contest of skin, and it was finally found that the skin of the two people was indeed equally fair, so it was barely stopped.After a while, Jules smiled and said, "This dress..."

Raphael thought he wanted to thank: "Oh, no need to thank. I don't want the guests in my house to be dressed in shabby clothes. Those who know it will know that you have bad taste, and those who don't know will think that I am abusing the guests."

"You're thinking too much. It would be nice if you don't get scolded for wearing such shabby clothes, but I don't expect your taste to be any better."

"No matter how bad your taste is, it's far better than yours. Why are you looking at me like this?"

With bright eyes, Jules said to Raphael seriously: "Didn't you notice? If you humbly ask me for advice, I will not hesitate to teach you."

Raphael reached out to brush a few drops of water splashed on Jules' hair: "I've only heard of people who can gradually improve their IQ through continuous learning, but I've never heard of IQ plummeting without being hit by outsiders. Of course, my excellence may be the best foreign blow."

Jules snorted: "Small man, look carefully, I'm wearing your clothes tight."

Raphael glanced at it, and it was indeed a little tight, but not very tight: "So what?"

"This means that I am heavier than you, and you lose! Hahahaha! You are lighter than me! You are lighter than me!..."

Raphael couldn't refute for a while, so he was extremely depressed.

Jules was triumphant: "After all, you are still no match for me! Men, after all, need to be stronger."

"Humph."

"The truth still exists no matter how you deny it. As a wise man, you should accept the truth immediately."

Raphael thought for a while, then looked up at a certain animal that was still getting carried away: "Hey, what's your height?"

"1.8 meters..." Jules suddenly shut up, his eyes swept Raphael up and down.

"I'm [-]." Raphael finally pulled back a victory, sat down calmly, and said, "You lost. Men, after all, they need to be taller."

"That's [-]..."

"[-] is also high." Looking at someone who was already in a sluggish state again: "A wise man should accept the facts immediately."

So it was replaced by Raphael smiling triumphantly.

Jules became enraged and threw the cushion on the enemy's head.

The two fought like this without quality.

"Why do you two seem to be flirting?" Jubel said to himself.

The faces of the two suddenly became hot, and Jules jumped up: "This kind of scum, if you have anything to do with him, you will be unlucky for three years."

It was rare for Raphael not to refute, he straightened his hair and said, "There will be a dance in the castle tonight, and there will be many special decorations and events, anyway, if there is an extra ticket, it's useless to throw it away, I don't mind if an extra person comes. "Then he left.

Jules couldn't help smiling as he looked at the admission ticket that Raphael had dropped casually in his hand.