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Raphael walked into the yard and saw that Jules was busy ordering the servants to move the flowers and plants, so he didn't notice him.

Standing under the tree with arms folded, he couldn't help feeling like he had returned to the era of the city-state of Hetalia.At that time, when there was no class, Jules cleaned the dormitory and made those flowers and plants. Jules was naturally good at planting all kinds of flowers and plants, and decorated the dormitory to be as beautiful as spring all year round, with flowers in full bloom forever and a light floral fragrance.And he was lying on the bed reading a book, occasionally looking up, he would see Jules wiping the sweat from his forehead, showing a bright smile under the sun...

"Little man! What are you in a daze for? It's not easy to enter Alzheimer's so quickly." Raphael's forehead was knocked, and the owner of that smiling face was talking proudly in front of him.

"Laughing like an idiot when you see a few potted flowers, it's clear who has dementia at a glance." Raphael retorted, and asked again: "Are you doing these boring things again? Look at what you have done to the good place." He complained, but his voice was pleasant.

Jules said: "Is it a good place? I can tell at a glance that only a person with no taste like you can grow flowers into such a virtue." He turned and continued to work.

So White stared dumbfoundedly at Duke Raphael, who was usually very picky and difficult to serve, which no one dared to talk about. He looked happy and satisfied. After being driven away by the guests, he still refused to leave. The big stone sat on it without wiping it, and it lasted for a long time.He never knew that the Duke was so interested in planting flowers and plants.But since he was interested, why did he come and go in such a hurry before?

When the sun was setting, Jules stood in front of Raphael holding a pot of orchids, and said with a smile, "Here! This pot is very suitable for your study."

He didn't know that his face was dirty, there was a small stain on his face, Raphael looked at him, subconsciously took out his hand and wiped his face, after wiping, he felt that the unwiped look looked better cute.

"It seems that being dirty is more suitable for you to be a villain." He commented, and took the flowerpot: "Lan is a gentleman. As a villain, how do you feel when you see a real gentleman?"

"It's rare to know that orchids are gentlemen in your poor knowledge. I hope you will learn from it in the future and remind yourself to be a gentleman every day."

"Only a true hypocrite needs to use foreign objects to cover up his non-existent nature. It can be seen that you have learned nothing in Hetalia, at least you have learned to cover up..."

White just came over, and took advantage of the gap between the two of them to quarrel and quickly interjected: "My lord, sir, dinner is ready."

The dinner was ready, and unexpectedly it was all oriental food, and it was also arranged according to oriental customs.

One year, the school held a food festival, and Jules made several oriental dishes, which were very popular.At that time, Raphael was by the side, sneering and sarcastic, while feasting. Unexpectedly, after a few years, he still remembered the recipes of those foods and could send someone to make them.

Jules took a bite and nodded and smiled at White in approval, so White heaved a sigh of relief, saluted and retreated.

Compared with Jules, who recently devoted himself to taking care of flowers and plants and was relaxed and happy, the recent Duke Raphael has become the most hardworking person in the castle.Every department has been checked, and every department has been criticized. He used to be mean, but today he is even more sharp. He picks the job like a bone in an egg. Under his extra hard "supervision", every department's The workload suddenly doubled at least, and all departments complained and wailed endlessly.

And in the afternoon, when the whole castle was spent in bleak wind and rain and hard work, occasionally one or two people raised their heads and found that the Duke suddenly looked happy, grabbed his coat uncharacteristically, and left.

Look at the time, it's only five o'clock in the afternoon.

At least five hours earlier than usual.

Because the halo on Raphael's body is too blazing, they can only attribute it to the conclusion that God is different from ordinary people, and further infer that there is only a thin line between God and madman.

Raphael stepped off the carriage, pulled out the gloves to White who came up to greet him, and walked forward quickly while asking, "The clothes are ready?"

"Good job, come here today to try them on, first save a few sets of commonly used clothes, and modify the others a little, and they will all be delivered in three days, the best materials are used, the accessories are imported from abroad, and the price is low It's three times too expensive..." Seeing that Raphael ignored him, he hurried to catch up, but saw Raphael waving his hand to signal not to follow, so he stopped.

Pushing open the door, Jules was indeed half lying on an oriental armchair, leaning sideways, reading a book.

It happened to be the one he left after watching half of it last night.

Time seemed to flow back to Hetalia. At that time, they were often not in their own "area", but spent all day in each other's "territory".

So Raphael put the file bag in his hand on the case without any surprise, untied his coat and hung it in the closet.

"What is this?" Jules came over to flip through his documents, and raised an invitation card in his hand: "Paliulius city-state?"

The city-state of Paliulius is known as the first corrupt city-state. The owner of the city-state does not think about governing the country, and only works hard on peace talks all day long. Therefore, this city-state is famous for its many varieties and unique functions. Various utensils and hundreds of functions Unique to the unimaginable aphrodisiac, and its ability to train young kabuki.However, in today's world of luxury and money, it has been greatly welcomed and sought after.

Therefore, every month, the spies will record the new medicines and their efficacy newly developed by the city-state, and report them to Richard.

Raphael is the vice lord, and it is not unusual for him to receive a summary report from Richard Runa's newspaper every month.

"Sure enough, you are also sexually oriented, thanks to your sanctimonious appearance." Jules said tut-tsk.

"The saint has no color in his heart, and his eyes are also colorless, unlike some people who have ghosts in their hearts and see ghosts in everything." Raphael hung up his coat, rang the bell on the wall, and soon heard White saying hello outside.

"I dine in my room."