canary in cage

"Just get ready." Cecil didn't bother to think about those cumbersome clothes.

"Yes" Isri said softly.

After Isri left, Cehir was still sitting on the stool alone, and he couldn't shirk everything at the dance, and this was the time to establish his prestige.

However, once he went to the ball, he would inevitably come into contact with people. He was a little annoyed about what happened tonight, and his face turned pale when facing Isri.

Isri's control of time is always the most accurate, starting to arrive at the destination, just when the opponent is entering the field.

Cecil bowed slightly and got out of the carriage. Cecil was wearing a black dress that matched the night. His short bright golden hair was pressed by a top hat, making him look noble and restrained.

The pattern on the neckline is a rose wrapped around thorns, which is very eye-catching. As soon as Cecil got off the carriage, it attracted a lot of attention.

Isri was still arranging the clothes that were messed up by Cecil's people as usual, the voice was so small that only two people could hear it.

"Master, you should know what to be careful tonight."

Cecil frowned slightly, looked at the people who were constantly entering the arena from a distance, and was a little dissatisfied with Isri: "There are too many people!"

Isri had a smile on his face, and his voice was elegant: "But, this is the place you chose, young master."

Cecil gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

As soon as the master of the Lake family saw Cehir coming, he immediately put down his things and came to greet him.

"Honorable Duke Kritis, welcome to come!" The master of the Lake family spoke with a little excitement.

He thought that his family must not be the only one who invited Cehir, and he didn't plan to hold out any hope, but he didn't expect that the young duke would choose him.

Speaking of which, the master of the Lake family stepped forward and stretched out his hand to show his friendliness.

Seeing that Cehir frowned even more, but now that he was being watched, if he didn't take any action, it would definitely bring losses to the two families.

Cecil breathed out secretly, his fingertips were already unbelievably cold, but luckily he was wearing gloves. He glanced at Isri who was standing next to him, and put his hands on them.

The smile on the face of the master of the Lake family was even more obvious. After pulling out his hand, he hurriedly said: "Duke, please."

Cecil nodded and stepped into the door. Isri's sight almost froze him. As soon as he left the sight of the master of the Lake family, Cecil immediately took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.

At this time, Isri's sight was only able to relax for a few seconds.

"Master, I'll be waiting for you." Isri walked in front of Cecil and said with a slight bow.

Cecil glanced at Isri, what he said just now is worse than saying, watching his every move, if you do something that makes me unhappy, you will definitely be punished tonight.

However, Cehir just looked at Isri and did not speak. He no longer wanted to argue with Isri.

Cecil lowered his top hat a bit, covered his face, walked as far as possible into the hall, hid in a corner with few people, and prepared to get through tonight's dance.

After the guests were greeted, the master of the Lake family finally stepped onto the stage to give a speech.

"Today, my Lake family sincerely invited Duke Kritis."

Immediately, all the people in the audience gasped, and began to look around with wide eyes, as if they wanted to find the trace of Cecil.

Cehir is also extremely nervous. If he is exposed at this time, then he must be unable to escape tonight. Unavoidable, because of fear, Cehir raised his eyes and fell on Isri who was standing in the distance.

The deep black deacon uniform was extremely dazzling, and Cecil could immediately locate Isri from the crowd, and he was looking at himself now in those amber eyes.

There was raging playfulness in those eyes, like a vicious dog imprisoned in a cage, greedy for his food, those eyes seemed to tell himself.

Master, how do you plan to deal with this matter? I really want you to fail.

Cecil glanced at it, then turned his gaze back, and cursed secretly, "Crazy!"

But fortunately, the master of the Lake family is quite experienced, with a provocative voice, he turned his eyes around all the people present, and said.

"Duke Kritis is among you, let's see which one of you finds it first."

"Now, the dance begins!"

After finishing speaking, the master of the Lake family stepped down and couldn't be found. Everyone present sighed. What is this, the Duke has to find it himself?

Yes, these nobles just took a fancy to Kritis's identity, and they didn't really know Cehir, and they didn't even know Cehir's appearance and age.

Only some of the nobles who came earlier and saw the two shaking hands had purposeful eyes looking for Cehir's figure.

Cecil hid in the dark and breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes fell back to the place where he saw Isri just now, but unfortunately, Isri had disappeared.

The ball has already started, and everyone is looking for their favorite dance partner, but when the two dance together, their eyes are still looking around, they want to find the Duke.

Cehir still stayed in the dark, and no one noticed. Looking at everything in the venue, Cehir shrank himself into the dark again.

"Hi, Your Excellency the Holy Son." A voice suddenly appeared, causing Sehir to stand up from his seat and look back at the place where the voice came from.

Seeing that he had frightened Isli, the man immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Son, I didn't intend to scare you."

Cecil regained his composure and looked at the girl in front of her. She had curly brown hair on her shoulders, reddish-brown eyes, and a long pale pink dress that outlined her figure almost perfectly.

But what Cecil cared about was not these, but the Lord Son of God that this girl said.

"How do you know?" Cecil asked, the identity of his son has not been announced yet, so it is impossible for these nobles to know so quickly.

The girl's etiquette was extremely good, she lifted her skirt, squatted slightly and said, "I happened to be in church that day."

Cecil exhaled, and the girl asked again: "I didn't expect you to be a nobleman, may I ask where you belong?"

"Sorry, forgive me for not being able to tell you." Cecil raised the corners of his lips and replied politely.

"Hey, who is this? It turns out to be my dear sister!" A harsh voice suddenly entered the ears of the two.

Cecil frowned unavoidably, and the girl froze even more.

The one who spoke came out from behind the girl, pushed away where the girl was standing, stood opposite Cehir, looked at her, and did not salute.

"I'm the daughter of Lake's family, Lake Anna, who are you?" Lake Anna looked at Cecil with disdain in her eyes, her tone was not polite at all.

Cecil didn't want to cause any trouble, otherwise it would be too troublesome to deal with, so he finally patiently saluted the other party.

"I'm Cecil." He didn't add his own prefix.

Lake Anna's eyes were even more mocking and disdainful when she heard that, she glanced at the timid younger sister next to her, and mocked lightly.

"Who am I? Why is everyone invited in now? Isn't it a trash nobleman?"