【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Reinhardt is leaning back in a chair in a large glass sunroom in Deer Park.

The interior is covered with carpets, but it is almost full of various plants. The roof is designed with a fully transparent greenhouse. The winter sunlight can slide directly from the roof and shine on the people inside.

After struggling with the materials and thinking about business for about 2 hours, the emperor felt that he was about to die.

But fortunately, there were still things that could distract him - on the pool table on one side, Fahrenheit was playing a small game with Anne Roger.Although Reinhardt is not interested in this thing at all, at least he can try to appreciate their graceful figures and movements.

Today is not going out or a big occasion, so Anne Roger's dress is relatively casual.She was wearing a tight white turtleneck shirt, a lovely large black bow tie and a shell-carved head brooch, and the puffy leg-of-mutton sleeves made her look arrogant and rational.Below is a fishtail skirt that is also very tight but has hip pads and a large bow at the back. The tough dark gray and black pinstriped material forms a magical contrast with this charming design.The extremely tight skirt made her a little bit unable to walk, but in this way, the movement of the big fishtail below the knee was more beautiful.

She combed a high bun without any accessories, and left a few tufts of hair in large spring curls on each side of her face.

If she could force her brother to change into a hunting cloak, they might look a lot like Holmes and Irene when they stood together.

As for Fahrenheit, of course, he was wearing military uniform.But now the work in his hands required him to move a little more - so he handed the coat to Emil.

Fahrenheit didn't come from a great background.

Both he and Reinhardt used to live at the bottom of the old aristocratic class, but his family was much more responsible to him than the emperor's family to the emperor: his parents did their best to take care of and educate this son, everything that nobles should know He understands all of them, and he is good at many of them—for example, billiards. Although he is not very good at playing Anne Roger, who has been in the harem for 11 years and has reached the highest skill point, but it is difficult to deal with Mittermeier or Bidenfield. Couldn't be easier.

His accumulation of cultivation and knowledge is also good, at least he can be regarded as gentle, elegant and knowledgeable.Not to mention the appearance, he has outstanding looks, and he is also the type that men, women and children will like.

But in the era of Goldbaum, such a person was still regarded as unrefined by the social circle, and even made him feel disheartened in certain periods of time, for no other reason than The background is too low, the status is not enough.

He couldn't have had a better life as a trophy for Reinhardt then, even though he might have been one of the most embarrassing of all Reinhardt's trophies - he turned around and delivered it himself To a certain extent, it lacks the heroic, free-spirited, almost rogue spirit of betrayalism.

But to everyone's surprise, after running in, the emperor trusted and liked him very much.

Generally speaking, what Reinhard admires most is the kind of honest, straightforward, aggressive, courageous and wise people, such as Mittermeier.But this does not prevent him from appreciating Fahrenheit's melancholy, plain, restrained and gentle type with a deep temperament of bearing humiliation in extreme contrast.

To the emperor, he was a very approachable person, and to him, the emperor was a very instructive and inclusive person.

And they were all poor.

The two of them can be regarded as a typical example of the friendship between monarchs and ministers and common progress.

Soon, Anne Rodger cleared 4 balls on the table with the last shot, and Fahrenheit lost.He raised his hand and wiped his hair in front of him, smiled and said "convinced" to Anne Roger, then handed the cue to Emil, who was eager to take over, and politely returned to the emperor.

The emperor didn't speak, but just raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and after he sat down, he pushed a cup of freshly brewed coffee over.

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty." Fahrenheit thanked him sincerely, and then took a sip of coffee, but felt the emperor's eyes that seemed different from usual.

So he put down his cup and looked at the emperor: "Your Majesty?"

The emperor continued to look at him very recklessly for two or three seconds before putting away this kind of gaze that was hard to tell whether it was thoughtful or suspicious, and returned to normal.

"Do you believe in God? In any form," the emperor asked him.

This question made Fahrenheit hesitate for a while - he was born in an old nobleman, and he might shout a few words like "God Odin" at ordinary times, but how to respect...

Then the emperor gave him the answer directly: "If you hesitate, you don't believe it."

Falun Heite nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty. Is it because of the Earth Sect?"

"Yes. I'm afraid I don't know enough about this kind of thing."

"That's natural. You're young, you're very positive, you're full of life."

"The mind is also very clear."

This sentence made Fahrenheit laugh: "For many ordinary people, moderate sustenance or anesthesia may still be necessary-of course, the Earth Church will not work."

"Actually, I'm thinking about whether to take the simplest step."

"You mean?" Fahrenheit made a spreading gesture.

The emperor nodded.

"It may not be very cost-effective financially, but it is better to completely anger them and let them jump out than to keep them in the dark and continue to plan something..."

"Well..." The emperor pondered for a moment, and soon showed a meaningful smile, "I feel that if I continue talking, I will directly suffer divine punishment."

Reinhardt was purely joking, but Fahrenheit's expression was still serious: "Impossible, Your Majesty."

The emperor raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"Maybe there are gods in the world, maybe the world is being driven by some mysterious force, but as long as someone declares that only the one they support is the only absolute and true god, those who disobey will be condemned, and those who obey will go to heaven..."

"Then they must be lying." The two said the same thing together, and then laughed together.

By this time Anne Roger had passed the cue to Lucan, and came over for something to drink.Fahrenheit stood up and didn't sit down again until she was seated. Reinhardt picked up the orange juice on the side and handed it to her.

She looked at the smiling faces of her younger brother and Fahrenheit, and asked curiously, "Is there anything so fun?"

"No, it's not fun at all." Reinhardt put on airs, as if he was scaring a little girl. "We're talking about how to punish a bunch of vicious, brutal, self-righteous lunatics."

"Wow." Anne Roger gave a surprised smile, as if she was coaxing a little boy, "That's really scary."

Farenhirt couldn't resist the crazy cuteness of the two of them, so he couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty seems to be in a particularly good mood these days?"

"...Yes." Anne Roger nodded, gently turning the crystal cup in his hand, showing a melancholy expression that is hard to tell whether it is emotion or reminiscence, "Because this is Reinhardt's first birthday after becoming emperor .”

He is celebrating his birthday.

But he is very clear that what he is happy about is not "the first birthday after becoming the emperor".

In Reinhardt's opinion, birthdays that need to be officially organized, very ritualized, and full of political elements are quite boring, but this time...

There are times when he even has a secret blush—he's no longer a 10-year-old, yet he's still excited about spending his birthday with a friend.

So he can only say insignificant things like "please forgive me", and pretend that his sister can't find his mind.

It was already 8:[-] when Mittermeier got home.

After walking into the house, he saw his parents sitting in the living room in an old-fashioned way and watching TV. Ai Fang brought miscellaneous materials and notes and put them on the dining table beside him, and accompanied his parents to listen to TV while doing things. .

When he found out that his son had come back, Mr. Mittermeier came over and asked him if he had eaten, and if he wanted to get him something temporarily.

"No, Dad. I ate with Reoenthal," he replied.

So Mr. Mittermeier raised his hand and made an "ok" gesture to him, turned around and went back to accompany his wife.Mittermeier went into the kitchen alone to find a cup to drink water, and at this time Ai Fang had already followed.

"Aren't you full?" She asked him, "You haven't forgotten about going out for supper later, have you?"

It was only then that Mittermeier remembered that he did have such an appointment with her, but he would never admit that he had forgotten: "Don't worry, it's okay."

"Excellent." Ai Fang nodded in satisfaction, and turned to leave the kitchen, but was stopped by Mittermeier.

"What?" She looked at him.

Then Mittermeier paused for a while.He himself didn't quite understand why he said the following words, but in the end he said it anyway.

"His Majesty's birthday is approaching."

"kindness?"

"Would you like to be my girlfriend at his birthday ball?"

This sentence caused Ai Fang to stare at him for a while.

"Aren't you afraid that I will meet someone with ulterior motives, or be involved in something not so good?"

"...I may have had too many scruples before, but now I find that..."

Ai Fang raised her hand to press his shoulder, and Mittermeier immediately fell silent.

"Just kidding, no need to explain. A little more knowledge is always good for me."

"En." Mittermeier nodded, but was a little worried. "But it is indeed a somewhat complicated place, you have to be careful."

"Hey, buddy, don't worry. You taught me, didn't you?"

Mittermeier smiled helplessly.At this moment, he suddenly felt the feeling when his family sent him to the battlefield.

"Of course. I trust you."

"Then you have to remind me of some situations, and some people are better for me to recognize in advance." Then, Mittermeier looked at his sister and looked sideways, showing a very suspicious smile on his face.

"Skirt," she said.

"..."

"Since it's His Majesty's birthday, I can't show up in sportswear, right?" The smile on her face grew bigger and bigger.

Mittermeier conceded defeat.He suddenly shouted: "Okay, yes, no problem! We want the most expensive one!" At the same time, he raised his hand to mess up her hair.

Ai Fanghuan yelled, and with this hairstyle, she pulled Mittermeier into a two-step dance on the spot, and then let go of him, ran out of the kitchen, ran into the living room and shouted to her parents, "Brother is taking me to the prom." " and the like.

There's nothing wrong with that at all, is it?

Mittermeier asked herself.

He suddenly felt that his past self was actually very stubborn, and also a little stupid and self-righteous.

He also suddenly felt that although he thought he had been enduring Reoenthal, in fact he was also enduring himself?

Picking up the cup, he laughed uncontrollably.

At this time, it was completely dark outside the window, and I could see the lights of nearby neighbors and a few stars that were not obvious in the dark blue sky.

The street lights were on.

The sound of the TV came from behind, as well as the voices of parents and sisters talking happily.

And he himself finally has a person who can be placed in his heart stably, a person who can still be sure of what he thinks even if he has not been trying to please, plan to control, or use any means to hold him back.

Although there was water in his hands, Mittermeier felt that he was about to get drunk.