My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"I don't want to work hard anymore, you should soon become a nobleman." Shelley threw herself into the arms of the young man next to him, wrapped his arms around his neck and said, "In this way, I can marry you and be a rice bug waiting to die !"

Cato was soaking black tea when he was suddenly thrown into his arms by a girl, almost spilling the tea in his cup. The young man's handsome face was reddish, and he said shyly, "Xue, Miss Shelley, please don't do this."

After hearing this, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, leaned close to his lips and said with a narrowed smile, "Oh, you're still shy. You were much bolder than you are now when you watched the stars and the moon last night."

"...No, no!"

"Hahaha, you are blushing!"

"Miss Shelley!"

"Hahaha!!"

Ravenlo's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped. Hearing the sound of playing and playing in the house, for a while, there were mixed feelings.

Clive next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "The child is getting older, maybe we fathers and uncles should think about the future for him."

"...I understand what you mean, Kraven," the man said, "I'm just thinking, if this brat really wants to marry Miss Shelley, should he find a place to settle, or continue to bring Miss Shelley around business."

Craven said: "Shelley is a girl, and girls generally want stability. I think it would be better to find a quiet place and build a house for them."

"I think so too." Ravenlo nodded, "It's just that I'm worried that Cato will be unwilling."

Kraven raised his eyebrows and joked, "It's enough to listen to the girl, and don't care what he thinks, hahaha."

Ravenlo: "...Let's think about both."

After he finished speaking, he sighed, but in the end he didn't disturb the two children in the house.

Kraven followed him, laughing.

Shelley is drinking black tea. This kind of black tea is popular among the nobles. The last time it was sold to the elves is also this kind. It tastes very good.

She looked at Cato and said with some melancholy: "I will be 15 years old in one month, and I can get married, but I still haven't found the nobleman I like. If my parents don't see the person I brought after returning home, they will definitely be forced to marry me again." I go to one of those garden fairs where gentlemen and gentlemen choose their wives."

Cato paused for a moment, the garden party.

He had heard of it and seen it.

When I was a slave in a noble family, the cousin of the rich lady also held a similar event.

Both beautiful civilians and noble daughters can participate.

It's just that the two are different. The daughter of a nobleman also chooses her future husband, but the common people can only be chosen.

Differences in rank, differences in status, and between commoners and nobles have never been fair.

"...And," Cato caught the word in Shelley's words, "Has Miss Shelley participated before?"

The girl held the black tea in an elegant and dignified posture, with a sense of aristocrat in her gestures. She smiled and said: "I participated, when I was 12 years old, of course, I was not selected, because I will not be an adult in three years. But There was a noble young master who asked the housekeeper to come to me, which is the so-called pre-booking, the kind of marriage directly when he is an adult, but unfortunately I refused."

Putting down the teacup, she narrowed her eyes mockingly, "It's like picking goods, right?"

"..." Cato pursed his lips and said, "Before, I thought you had that kind of relationship with Mr. Troy."

"Hahaha, you think too much." Shelley waved his hand, "I'm a little moved, but unfortunately, he has someone else in his heart. Although the person he likes doesn't like him, Troy puts her in a very important position in his heart. It's incomparable, he understands all kinds of hints, and still refuses very decisively, so I gave up."

Can afford to put it down, the girl doesn't seem to care at all now.

"Troy respects me quite a bit, but he didn't give me any embarrassment when he refused. I feel guilty." Shelley said: "I really have a chance to see him again. I should just treat him as a friend."

"That's good." Cato said suddenly, "Do you want to go out for a stroll this afternoon?"

"On the street?"

"Yes, we're going to go stock up again soon, so we're going to buy some daily necessities this afternoon."

Shelley said: "Traveling merchants are really hard. Not only is it tiring to walk along the way, but also to prevent various dangers. Every time you travel, you have to buy a lot of things."

"Yes." The young man nodded: "But there is also a lot of fun in it. I like the life of traveling around."

"But you have no fixed place to live, what should you do when you get old and can't walk?"

Cato smiled, his young and handsome face was as soft and warm as the morning sun, and his voice was soft: "I think, by then, I should die too."

"Before I became an adult, I lived a life like a slave. After I became an adult, I found my true self. The greater significance of the traveling merchant lies in the first two words. Travel refers to all parts of the world, and we can see thousands of things in the world. scenery."

Arrow town.

The weather was a bit dull in the afternoon. After the army entered the town, they found a hotel to rest.

This is the largest hotel in the town of Arrow, two people share a room, and it can accommodate [-] people at a time, which is considered a relatively luxurious place.

Troy removed the bandage from his wrist, revealing the ugly, twisted scar underneath.

The wound is not healed, it still hurts when touched, and some misty black smoke surrounds it.

Wounds bitten by vampires cannot be healed with healing potions. You can only go to the church to find the Pope to heal with holy water.

The previous bandage was wrapped very well, neither tight nor loose. It should be done with the help of others. After all, the boy was in a coma at that time, so now it is a bit difficult for Troy to wrap the new one by himself.

It was really difficult to control the strength of the bandage with one hand, and the young man who accidentally touched the scar, which hurt again, frowned slightly.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and Troy needed help, so he said directly, "Come in."

The door was unlocked, and someone from outside walked in, raised eyebrows and smiled, "It's time to change the bandage."

Hearing this voice, Troy immediately raised his eyes and said irritably, "Get out!"

Snoke didn't listen to his scolding, walked up to him in two or three steps, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Need not."

Troy answered crisply, "...I can do it myself."

He really didn't want to show weakness in front of snooker.

After listening, the red-haired boy actually stood aside, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he looked down at him as he struggled to rewrap the bandage around his hand.

"So you wrapped it yourself pretty well." Snoke said with a smile, "First time?"

The bandage I wrapped was a bit tight, but it was already wrapped. The boy didn't want to take it off again, so enduring the pain in his wrist, he raised his eyes to look at him, and said indifferently, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"You are still very skilled in the technique, have you bandaged yourself before?"