Carol, your sister is here!

The heir to the family, but he has never been seen slack.He is strict and tolerant to his subordinates, but he has always been strict with himself: he will never slack off his homework, even for a day.

The more Kathy thought about it, the more she admired him from the bottom of her heart, and she was also a little ashamed: when it comes to self-discipline, brother Ryan is the same.It's a pity that she, brother Roddy and sister Carol are all mud that can't support the wall. It's good to get up before seven o'clock every day. Even the three meals were messed up.It was still brother Ryan who didn't forget to worry about his busy schedule. In addition to occasionally spot-checking their life style and punishing them lightly, he also held them by the neck to force the younger siblings to have regular physical examinations, so as not to hurt their foundations at a young age.

She clumsily puts on the soft cotton inner and the loose outer robe. She really likes the design of the Bitedo jacket. The gorgeous plaid bottoming, the delicate and exquisite piping, and the fluffy lining are enough to keep warm, but the most important thing is the right Side wide sleeve opening design.

Not too bulky, light inspiration, and more freedom of movement.

Casey hummed yesterday's reappearance, and walked out lightly, so as not to disturb the loyal maid.Sure enough, as soon as they went out, they saw the two of them sitting on the small bench and leaning against the calf-high table in front, sleeping soundly.She winked at Naikon who was not far away and wanted to greet her, telling him not to wake up the rare sleep of these two hardworking maids.

Naikon was about to greet her when he saw that cute little gesture, he almost laughed, but he understood her intention in an instant.While being moved by her kindness and consideration, and feeling that it is a blessing to have such a caring and considerate princess, he gestured to her to talk to her in another place - right at the small forest next to the camp , no one was stationed in tents, only the everlasting bonfire was burning tirelessly, and a few busy cooks were cooking everyone's breakfast.

This way no one would be woken up, and Kathy nodded with satisfaction, taking the initiative to say good morning to him.

"Princess got up very early today." Naikon smiled all over his face. He was a little flattered by Casey's first greeting, and subconsciously threw out such a slightly teasing and intimate sentence.In fact, he didn't mean the slightest bit of malice or sarcasm, he was just a little surprised to see that Kathy, who was always sleepy, would get up early, but Kathy blushed embarrassingly.

It turns out that her bad habit of getting up late has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

...Lido's face has been lost all the way from the twentieth century to more than 3000 years ago.

There was a rosy blush on the fair and delicate cheeks, the long eyelashes fluttered as the eyelids drooped, and a small moving shadow was cast under the cage, and the tip of the small nose was flushed red, which was severely frozen by the cold wind.Around her neck was a sand fox scarf that Izmi had personally hunted in the past. The light maroon fox fur was airtight and so soft that she could half bury her palm-sized face in it.The seaweed-like blond hair was casually pulled back, and a few strands of long hair fell casually on both sides of the face, inexplicably adding a bit of rare charm.

Even the few soldiers next to her who were used to seeing her stunning face these days couldn't hold back their sneaky glances and couldn't hide their amazement.

Naiken coughed a few times, as a warning to those distracted people to quickly return to their souls - although the prince has always been magnanimous and does not care about others looking at his sweetheart, who can guarantee this, the young man in love Often the desire for monopoly is frighteningly strong, wishing that only his own figure will always be reflected in those clear blue eyes.

Especially the prince's sincere heart of admiration for her really made everyone who heard it feel sad.

I hope there will be no further twists and turns, let the prince's wish come true as soon as possible, and let them, the veterans who have been worrying about it for too long, breathe a sigh of relief.

Silently praying to Goddess Savashka in his heart again and again, Naikon made up his mind and said to Casey who looked at him with a puzzled face: "Is the princess looking for a prince?"

Casey was not in a hurry to deny it, and after serious thinking for a while, he gave an answer that moved Naikon to tears: "I think it is indeed the case, general, do you know where the prince is?"

It's just that the thoughts in Kathy's heart are completely different from what he expected: she just thinks that she is just an idler who will get in the way and restrain others-of course, if she stays here, even if she wants to help others, she will not be able to help others. May let.Better get out of the way.Before leaving, it’s good to go around to see the scenery of the island, or take a half-day tour of the island.

It is not safe to walk alone in the dense forest. If there is Izmi, a great warrior, a think tank, and a big man with a live map function, even if it is just a placebo effect, she will feel much more at ease.

"You keep busy." Naikon once again reminded those subordinates who watched the future princess so attentively and deserted. They didn't criticize too much, but felt a little helpless and understanding, "Princess, please follow me."

"Thank you, General." Casey showed a grateful smile reflexively, and suddenly Naikon heard the voices of the soldiers gasping for air in unison.

Naikon: ...What is this sudden feeling that the prince will be very hard in the future?

Abandoning weird thoughts, he graciously led Casey to the lake deep in the jungle, adding bricks and tiles to his glorious image of the prince along the way, trying to brainwash Casey.Casey responded with a smile, with a look of patience and respect for him. After Naikon spoke dryly, she also realized that she might have selectively filtered out all the words just now.

... There is a specialization in art, but this kind of delicate work still needs someone with rich court knowledge and experience like Mula to do it!

Naikon resolutely kept his mouth shut, lest an accident would be self-defeating, and it happened that the small lake as clear as a mirror was close in front of him, and he only needed to walk a few dozen steps to reach it.A step earlier than Naikon, Kathy saw the tall and straight figure standing by the lake, concentrating on practicing his sword.

"Hush." ​​Casey quickly stopped Naikon from speaking out, lowered his voice and said, "General, since you sent me here, go back and do your work, don't waste time, I'm fine, there is a prince here I am."

Casey has been deeply aware that no amount of saying "there is a prince here" will be effective.General Naikon's blind worship of Izmi is comparable to modern groupies. In short, he is a perfect son of God, without any flaws. If he is wrong, it must be someone else's ability to recognize.

So for the old general's words, she chose to respect the old man and concentrate on listening, and then ignored all the words that were overly praised.

The much-desired Naikon left the quiet environment to the two without saying a word.

Casey didn't run over to say hello in a hurry, but stood there for a while, and found that Izmi, who was completely immersed in the gestures, seemed to be unaware of her existence, and continued to wave holding a sword.Unexpectedly, she hid behind the tree, and under the cover of the lush flowers beside the tree, she peeped at him from the gap.

The sky at dawn is gray, and the tall branches of alder trees and pine cypresses block most of the light, only the unwilling and sparse beams of light pass through it, shaking from the sky like debris to the soft green grass with violets Come up, reflecting a little spot of light.At this moment, Kathy could finally see clearly that the long stick wielded vigorously in Izmi's hand was not the sword she had preconceived before, but a thin dark brown wooden stick, which was probably randomly picked up from the ground. Come on.In the deep winter when she wanted to run around wrapped in a quilt, he was so envious that his upper body was naked, and the obstructive coat and robe were casually thrown aside. The beads fell to the ground with his violent movements, and some slid along his muscular back into the clothes around his waist and penetrated.His long silver hair was tied up high, revealing his full forehead and slender neck. He was as perfect as a statue placed in a temple.

Although Casey is a layman, he can also see that although he swings fast, he is not impetuous, his every move is full of powerful charm, and a heavy sense of oppression that the surrounding air will be frozen.

Isn't this the feeling that a muscular man should have?Look at his well-proportioned and white arms, and there is no frighteningly large muscle. Why is she easily lifted by him every time, just as unshakable as a mantis arm when it is a cart.

She was a little confused.

My biggest regret is that I wish I had a camera handy to capture this scene.She remembered that her brother's company still had few endorsements, and Izmi should be quite suitable. Compared with the number one male model under his banner, both in image and temperament, he had to leave an Atlantic distance.

At this time, Izmi also finished his morning exercises.He threw the wooden branch aside, put on his clothes again, and just tied his belt, he asked without raising his head, "Whoever is hiding there, are you still coming out?"

The slow tone was so flat that there were no waves, and Casey shivered subconsciously.

This was the first time she had heard him speak in this tone.

She didn't take any chances - she didn't think that Izmi was deceiving her. On the way here, she and Naikon didn't walk lightly. Although their voices were not loud, they didn't deliberately suppress the volume. It's not surprising that there is a little movement.

Without a word, she slowly moved out from behind the tree.

Izmi never expected that it would be her who was hiding there—this is the most suitable time for the cold wind to blow and the sun to rise, in her words.