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Lucien hadn't heard himself going crazy to himself in his head for a long time.

After the time travel, he never experienced it again. Even such a major event as the awakening of the system was so exciting that he wondered if he was broken because of time travel.

Now it seems that it is just sickness that consumes too much energy, and there is nothing interesting in this world that can attract the attention of a bear child.

--Do not.

Lucien looked down at Mr. Guard outside the window, and lightly touched those eyes with his fingertips through the air.

Isn't it right in front of his eyes?

"Guard." He said, confident that his voice could be heard, "Come here."

Yixi stood in the garden, looked up at the person by the window on the second floor, and looked away the second he met Lucien.

The young man stood in the boundary line between the lamplight and the moonlight, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of ambiguous and soft halo - for many years afterwards, Yixi regarded this gaze as the blindest time in his life with great pain. Only then will he feel that the young man is as clear and clean as a white deer under the moon.

In the legend of the Huor tribe, the white deer is the mount of the moon goddess Muenna, and it parades in the night under the moonlight every night. Only a kind and pure girl with no distractions can see the afterimage of the white deer parade, like a falling star. across the sky.

Don't ask, it's all the fault of the moon.

As a result, what Yixi saw in his eyes at this moment was still a [weak] [harmless] [innocent] immature boy.

He took a deep breath, took half a step back, and bowed respectfully, "Good night, Your Excellency the Duke."

Being slightly dazzled by the young man's appearance did not affect his correct judgment of the other party's identity: the young man who can appear here is dressed in luxurious and aristocratic style, coupled with his pale complexion and bony figure, the only ones who can meet the requirements are Today's protagonist is Duke Velvet.

That's not someone he can look at openly.

So Yixi's gaze fell on the leather pattern on her boots, and she couldn't help wondering if she had frightened the nobleman from the imperial capital just now.He is very self-aware of Hall's reputation outside, and he is also very aware of the fierce look he gave with a vigilant glance just now.

It would be troublesome if it scares people, this is the new lord of Velveer, and with the wayward and troublesome noblemen, a bad first impression may implicate the clansmen staying in their hometown.

"I said—" Lucien said, his tone suppressed the emotion that made Izzy's heart ring loudly.

He heard His Excellency the Duke knock on the window sill with his knuckles, as if he was calling his own hunting dog, he repeated what he said lightly: "Come here."

This time Yixi understood what he meant, and it was obvious that the lord was very dissatisfied with the procrastination that he asked him to repeat it a second time.

Out of the mercenary instinct to complete the task, Izzy raised his head and judged the distance between himself and the window on the second floor. It wasn't too difficult. He only needed a jump height, and the carved patterns on the window sill were just for landing.

but……

Under the gaze of His Excellency the Duke, Issy calmly crossed out the remaining questions one, two, three, four, took two steps to the side and stood in a more suitable position for jumping, nodded and said, "Please be careful."

Before the words were finished, he jumped up, and lightly stepped on the raised sculpture under the window sill on the second floor to get up and down.Lucien only felt a white shadow flash in front of his eyes, and those beautiful golden animal pupils were within reach.

He doesn't meet his eyes.

Lucien thought it was probably because of the difference in status, the young Hall's drooping eyelashes were long and curly, and they were as silvery as his hair.

He stretched out his hand to grab a strand of silver hair that had slipped from Hall's shoulder, and twisted it around his fingertips, "Report your name, guard."

It was only when Lucien got close that he noticed that the silver hair was not tied up directly, but a few thin twists were braided side by side next to the left ear, hidden in the silver hair and tied up high together.

So he grabbed a small braid and began to study it, with a casual tone, as if he was more interested in the hair on his hand.Issy bent over to match the Duke's not-so-optimistic altitude, and replied in a low voice: "Your Excellency, my name is Issy, Issy Holroyer."

"Lucien Fenley..." Lucien paused, grabbed Izzy's braid and pulled forward—just like pulling a hound's collar, Izzy had to follow the pulling force to get through the window and enter the house.

After stepping on the thick carpet in the room and standing still, Issie heard the young Duke looking straight at his chest and smacking his tongue in an un-noble way, and then re-introduced himself, "Lucien Will Fernley Videll Velvet."

Lucien sincerely thanked his mother for not revealing her parentage. If he added his mother's middle name to his name like his cheap brothers, he really couldn't guarantee that he would be able to memorize his name in one go.

The boy raised his chin, and the sharp arc of his chin added a bit of credibility to his cold and arrogant appearance.This seems to have perfectly concealed his unfamiliarity with strangers at the moment, as well as a little, Issy promises only a little bit of nervousness.

But he obviously didn't need to introduce himself to a guard, and civilians wouldn't have any chance to use the full name of such a noble lord.In fact, commoners only need to know the honorific title of nobles. A few generations ago, calling nobles by their first names was a crime of disrespect that sent commoners to prison for a few days.

The attendant standing in the corner moved uncomfortably, deeply feeling that it would be better for him to be really blind and deaf, but this duke is not someone he can slander and comment on, he can only keep silent, keep silent , silent as if there were only two people in the room.

Issy couldn't help guessing—a reasonable guess based on Lucien's various rumors—whether he was the first ordinary civilian to talk face to face in the life of the Duke.

Like the princess imprisoned in the tower in the story of the bard, beautiful, elegant, arrogant-but a piece of blank paper that doesn't understand anything.

Issie laughed dumbfounded at this disrespectful association enough to go to prison, but he still obediently obeyed Lucien's instructions to close the window on the surface, and then took off the hard armor on his waist and legs, and behaved like the only long arm in the room. Sit on the chair.

"A little to the left, sit a little back, Empress Dowager, go forward, raise your legs a little." His Excellency the Duke strictly adjusted his posture, examined it for a long time before nodded in satisfaction, and sat down beside him.

!

Izzy wanted to stand up on a conditioned reflex, but in the next second Lucien's movement and the weight on his thigh forced him to sit back in his original position.

"Relax." His Excellency the Duke patted his knee, obviously dissatisfied with his thigh which was as hard as a piece of wood when he lay down.

All right.Izzy sighed silently, forcing himself to relax his muscles so as not to hit the back of His Excellency the Duke's head.

It was probably because none of the nearly twenty soft pillows in the room could make Duke Velvet lie down comfortably, so he casually grabbed his passing human pillow from the outside and used it.

Izzy had to say, just sitting still as a pillow gave him a sense of reassuring familiarity.To be a guard in a noble's house is to have the self-consciousness to treat yourself as a wood carving and stone sculpture. Besides, it is also a pillow. Back then, he had encountered someone who used him as a pillar leaning on dry wood and fire. After all, it was not surprising to encounter anything at a noble banquet.

He was hypnotizing himself as a pillow that didn't talk or listen, and His Excellency the Duke gave him a new order after lying comfortably for a few seconds.

"Issie." Lucien said, controlling his tone unhurriedly, "Tell me about Velvet... I only know that the basil flowers there are very beautiful."

He was very curious—hidden well, only revealing a little pony-footed curiosity. When he lay on his back and raised his eyes to look at people, his eyes could only accommodate the figure of that person.

He behaved more like a child than a nobleman.

In an instant, Izzy felt hit in the heart, hit by the blue, bright, deer-like clean and innocent eyes, and her heart throbbed softly.

He smiled involuntarily, trying to draw an arc more suitable for children.

"Okay..." Izzy licked his lips, coaxing Lucien to tell the story of Velvetre to Lucien, but it has been four or five years since he returned to Velvetre last time, and he didn't go back much after he came out early. However, the only things I can talk about are running around in the mountains when I was a child, and the myths and legends sung by the elders of the clan.

Izzy is not good at telling stories, and the journal of cause and effect is extremely monotonous.Listening to the repeated "then..." "then..." "then...", Lucien knew that the children of the Hall tribe must not learn rhetoric, but the narrative poetry is still in tune. Unfortunately, the previous childhood story It was too hypnotic, and Izzy fell asleep before Lucien finished singing.

At the last second before falling asleep, Lucien watched with satisfaction and dissatisfaction as the new character information was updated on the system interface.

【Issie Holroyer】

[Issie Holroyer was born in the mountains.

Birth devoured his mother, disease devoured his father.

He believes that one day there will be something...

devour him. 】

Issy was not his subordinate, so Lucien only saw a few sentences like this description, which was vague and thoughtful, but it was very suitable for playing after-dinner games like sea turtle soup.

Lucien selectively ignored the screeching brat screaming in his head, calling me to eat, even though he had already imagined the weird scene of him salivating at Issy with a knife and fork.

Alright, alright, when you leave, take Izzy with you to the head office.

Hall's mercenaries don't have any business that they don't want to accept. As long as the task reward is generous enough, they can rush in without blinking.

What's more, Lucien just needed Issie to accompany him back to Velveerd - he could get money back with the quest, and Lucien couldn't think of a reason why Issie would refuse.

He hung this attractive carrot high up, and successfully fooled the noisy kid who found out that the "toy" wouldn't follow him home after the banquet. This way, Lucien is extremely skilled at coaxing children with sweet treats. , I once felt that he would definitely win the first place in the competition if he fooled the bear boy.

Otherwise, he would never be able to persist in his previous life, so he died later in time travel. Lucien personally thinks that after time travel, his head has been quiet and honest for eight years. Apart from being sick, it is also related to knowing who the culprit of the overturned car was in his previous life.

Ugly kid, if you do something wrong, you lay your hands flat and pretend to die, and leave the mess to the adults to clean up.

……

Ah, please don't get me wrong, Lucien swears that he is not crazy.

Although he habitually separates out the bad part of himself that is too loyal to his desires for easy management, he (in his previous life) has a test report issued by a tertiary hospital, which proves that he is still a long way from a complete breakdown.

He's just a normal person just like you guys.