Why is the waste prince like that?

Miss Qi Luolisi's efficiency is quite astonishing. She quickly made a good ball by splicing expensive synthetic fibers with inferior fabrics that she had never seen before.

Lancer couldn't see the material, but he was satisfied with the volume, feel and shape.

Sammy is also very satisfied, after all, this ball is also delicious.

Yes, Sammy, His Royal Highness's full name is omitted, the middle name is Samuel Cavendish, and the nickname is just plain Sammy.

This was revealed to him secretly by Mr. Steward two days ago.

Only when this name is called, His Highness will respond.

Beyond that, it's hard to realize what other people are talking about about you.

"Although I know about this, there are only two His Majesties who can call Your Highness like this before. After the death of His Majesty Stacy..."

"I think the name will feel lonely if it hasn't been used for too long."

Pushed over by the worried big cat at dinner time, the butler said with a smile after hearing the satisfactory education case.

Now that it's all said and done, what else can Lancer do?

Sammy naturally followed Lancer into his room, wagging his tail, and watched him take out the collar that had been entrusted to him from the closet.

"Sammy? Do you want to try this, Dai Dai, it's very beautiful."

Sammy took a few steps back, carefully stretched his head and leaned over to smell it. He didn't hate it.

It was a cunning big tiger, sniffing suggestively at the ball that was put aside before giving him a lazy glance.

"Okay, just put this on, and we'll go play ball in a while."

He studied the collar, and found that it was not the kind of exotic animal skin that was tougher than synthetic fibers, and it was more simple and beautiful than the binding function.

It is a very traditional brown metal buckle collar.

He didn't think too much about it, and after learning how to fasten it, he reached out and held up Sammy's chin, wrapped it around the back of his neck, wrapped it around his neck to prevent it from struggling, and then fastened the collar.

But there was no struggle, just being licked on the cheek.

Why does this big cat like to play the game of throwing the ball like a dog?

Lancer swung his arm in a semi-circular arc in the air, and the big ball was quickly thrown out with his movement, and flew towards the other end of the garden. He stretched out his hand to block the glare of the sun, only seeing white hair and black The back of Yiqi Juechen is furry and furry, and those white hairs almost glow with a warm silvery light in the sun.

All in all exercise is a good thing.

The summer garden has a scorching sun that makes ordinary people feel uncomfortable, but considering that military training is also required after entering school, Lancer decided to include improving physical fitness in his schedule.

In fact, he also wanted to tan, because he always felt that dark skin was more masculine.

Sammy trotted back with the ball in his mouth, and Lancer took it and stroked its mane.

"Is it hot? Would you like some water?"

Felines have poor stamina and are prone to fatigue after an outbreak. Sammy started to pant as soon as he put down the ball. He just didn’t feel it when he was exposed to the sun. He stuck out his tongue and panted after playing for a few rounds.

Lancer gently tugged on its collar, and Sammy would follow him contentedly. The room was cool, and Lancer filled up the small basin dedicated to it, and watched the big cat drinking water with his face on the sidelines.

The tip of Fenfen's tongue, I really want to pull it.

"Do you still want to play? Or is it better to take a nap?"

The black and white striped tail swayed back and forth and slapped the ground, Lancer always thought it was as cute as when Fei Rui was struggling with the name.

Finally went to take a nap.

Where cats nap is usually random.

Today, I was on a small airy platform. The place was a bit high and not too big, and it belonged to the protruding part of the exterior wall decoration.

Sammy jumped up first, turned around to see that he was a bit difficult to handle, then jumped down again, stopped there, and motioned for him to step on his back.

"No, no, I'm just a little worried. Does the butler know that you come here to sleep occasionally, Sammy?"

He was a little worried that the cobwebs and dust would stain its fur if the place was left unswept.

Naturally, Sami couldn't understand it. It only heard its own name, so it actively rubbed against his waist.

Meaning, I'm here.

"Okay, I won't spoil your interest." Lancer estimated the height, took a few steps back, and then climbed up with a run-up.

Contrary to what he thought, it was clean, and the bottom didn't even look dusty.

Sammy jumped up happily too.

Well, mr. butler with great powers.

Sami's biological clock sounded quickly. He yawned, lay down on the spot, and gently scratched the human's calf with his tail.

Human beings leaned on it knowingly, resting on the warm fur belly, brewing drowsiness, and staring at the front without bounds.

This outer wall exists as a large-scale relief artwork, mainly engraving some ancient epics and fables. The reason why there is space for the big cat to take a nap here is mainly because this is a small temple. At this time He was facing the so-called ancient statue of the Supreme God.

A very ordinary face, not even painted, pale and gray, because of the closed eyes and the thorny thorns around it, it shows a bit of divinity.

Due to the previous vicious cult incidents, the empire does not allow religion, and most people who are still talking about the Supreme God are just playing tricks.

The wind blows slowly, very pleasant...

Sammy is starting to snore a little, so cute...

He started to feel a little sleepy, curled up half sleepy and half awake, thinking a little bit vaguely.

gods?

If the gods are really effective, they should save our Apollo...

When I was about to go to bed at night, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Outside the door was the smiling butler and Sami squatting obediently. As soon as the door opened, Sami walked in with his tail up, leaving two humans talking.

"Good evening, what's the matter?"

The butler gave him the box in his hand, and it was not until Lancer took it in confusion that he explained: "A small gift is to thank you for everything you have done for everyone."

Lancer was confused and shy. He glanced at the familiar fruit stone symbol and asked, "Everything for everyone...?"

"Yes, although it's just a small gift, it's all made by everyone."

"Mrs. Marifina brought it up. She noticed that your intellectual brain is more retro. She is very grateful for the garden. Your Highness has never liked to approach female servants. Qi Luolisi is to thank you for solving it for her. Trouble, Wei Mi praised your politeness, arranging the books neatly saved a lot of work for Elida, and your appreciation also made Finu and the others very honored."

"F...Finu?" Someone I didn't know at all.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, Finu is our head chef, and he hasn't received guests who appreciate his talent so much for a long time."

Lancer tried his best not to look so embarrassed, he always felt at a loss when facing these servants: "No...just my table manners..."

The butler refuted him seriously: "That's just a show in some private space. For the cook, it's the most touching compliment."

"Besides," he lowered his voice, "sometimes His Royal Highness will inevitably reveal something just after his triumphant return."

The young man was startled, but still refused: "No matter what, everyone takes care of me more, why should I..."

"Please accept it, it's also good to make a beautiful souvenir, and there is a portion for His Highness."

A portion of Sammy?

Is there cat fur in the box?

No, obviously what people are talking about is not a share that the big cat can give at present.

He was amused by his inability to turn his mind, but he couldn't push it back several times. After thinking about it, he held the corner of the box, and then said slowly and shyly in a low, soft voice: "Really... very Thank you, please let me help you if there is anything you can do in the future.”

The butler looked into his sincere eyes with a smile, and unconsciously said in a low and gentle tone: "Yes, you have worked hard today, please rest early."