In addition to Rafi, Locke's sister Leah is also one of the culprits behind the rising height of the food on Locke's plate.

I haven't seen her for more than a year, and Leah is more temperamental than before, perhaps because of her cultivation of magic, Leah's quiet personality has added another layer of intellectual charm.

This charm is very different from the charm of Angelina and Grace, and in the face of his sister, Locke has both the psychology of listening to her words and some rebellious thoughts that are contrary to the norm.

While the other women weren't looking, Locke secretly kicked his sister Leah, who was sitting opposite.

Leah didn't react at first, but when Locke pretended to fall to the ground and picked up the cutlery, he squeezed Leah's hand, and Leah's face turned red.

Maybe it's been too long since I've seen my sister, Locke's actions are also a little bold, and he doesn't have any scruples about the risk of being discovered by others, pinching Leah's palm, and starting to rub it slowly.

Leah's face became redder and redder, and she wanted to reprimand her brother, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know how to say them, so she could only keep her head down, and kept drinking the soup in front of her with a spoon, so as not to let anyone see her red face.

"Brother, don't look for it, let the maid put on another pair!" Christine, who didn't know why, pushed Locke and said.

Under this push, Locke's hand loosened, and he moved forward a little more.

It's so soft, that's Locke's idea.

Before his thoughts could fully pass through his mind, Leah kicked Locke under the table in annoyance.

Locke, who ate Leah's kick, straightened up from under the table with an indifferent expression.

"Eat, eat, I don't need this knife and fork, I'll share a pair with little Christine, okay?" Locke said to Christine with a grin.

"Good!" Christine squinted and laughed.

The supper was destined to last a long time, and when the moon rose over the treetops, everyone at the table untied their napkins around their necks, and a group of maids entered the hall, and when they removed the food from the table in an orderly manner, they put a bowl of mouthwash soup in front of each of them.

Locke, who was accustomed to rough tea and light food in the activated fairy world and space fortress, was still a little unsuitable for such a huge turn in living conditions for a while.

Angelina took a napkin and gently wiped her lower lip, she has enjoyed court etiquette that is more cumbersome than this since she was a child, and Angelina's adjustment speed is faster than Locke's.

Instead of spitting out the lemonade he used to rinse, he drank it in one gulp, and Locke grinned at his pantothenic tongue.

"Hee-hee. On the other side, Christine grabbed Locke's shoulder and covered her mouth and chuckled, it had only been an afternoon, and Christine had been sticking to Locke as before.

If it weren't for the fact that she had grown too fast and grown a lot taller, Christine would probably find a comfortable position to lie down in Locke's arms as before.

Then your Majesty departed first. The atmosphere in the living room was clearly not suitable for Cage as an outsider to stay any longer, and after stooping down Angelina to leave, Cage left the place.

He also needs to contact Faustin as soon as possible, and Cage needs to report to the old king as soon as possible about such a big matter as the princess's return.

Six years have passed, and King Faustin has been on the throne for six more years after the war against Charlotte, which has been a turbulent six years for Faustin, because Charlotte's land has just been conquered, and there are riots everywhere.

These unrest cannot be simply solved by sending troops to suppress them, and decisions involving people's livelihood require a wise and great king to make the right decisions.

Prince Kensel was wise and brave, but he was still a cut behind his father when it came to governing the country.

King Faustin did not so much stay on the throne for six more years as he held out for another six years in order to give his descendants a more prosperous and powerful kingdom.

Six years passed, and King Faustin's health became worse and worse, and even the king himself did not know how long he could hold out.

The will has already been written, and it is secretly divided into four parts, and it is in the hands of the four marquis of the kingdom of Faustin, once the king falls, the four marquises, will join forces to elect Prince Kensel, the first heir to the throne.

And Prince Kensel, who already controls two-thirds of Faustin's domestic military power, has long been the only worthy heir to the throne.

Over the years, in addition to the earliest Marquis of Mammon, the Marquis of Sandru and the Marquis of Wood have also fallen to Prince Kensel one after another, and only the Marquis of West Asia, who is completely loyal to the royal family, has not made it clear.

However, the Marquis of West Asia does not need to say anything, and the royal family he is loyal to will only have Prince Kensel in the future, which is well known.

Unlike Viscount Cage who left the mansion in a hurry, Locke, the only male owner of the mansion, after asking a few women for advice, moved the mats to the courtyard and lay down in a row to enjoy the moonlight.

It's still the beautiful moon in his hometown, and the polygonal moon that activates the fairy world still makes Locke's belly slanderous.

It's still hot in Princeton in July, even though it's night.

The guards were all sent to garrison outside the courtyard, and with Locke, a high-ranking squire, and Angelina, a middle-level magic apprentice, there were probably no unsightly thieves looking for trouble.

The scorpion dragon Anji who was lying on the ground was napping, his five-meter-long body, and he patted the ground with his blue-black tail from time to time, and the arms of the few maids who fanned Locke and others were trembling.

"Brother, when will you catch a demon pet for me~" Christine hugged Locke's head and said coquettishly.

She is also envious of Angelina's demon pet scorpion dragon.

"Okay~ next time I'll take you to catch one. Locke stretched and smiled.

Christine's intimate gesture to Locke, Angelina, who was lying on the side, moved her eyelids and didn't say anything, but Christine's aunt Grace couldn't sit still, got up and picked up Christine and walked out, "Tonight's Douqi cultivation and spiritual power meditation are complete, if you don't finish it, go now!"

In the face of her aunt's strength, Christine did not show weakness at all, and retorted with a pout, "My brother finally came back today, can't you let others accompany my brother well?"

"No, no matter what you do, you have to be persistent, Rafi, you go and supervise her cultivation of Dou Qi, and I will stare at her later to meditate on her spiritual power. Grace said angrily, and called Lafite on the other side, who was also lying down.

"Oh, good. "Rafi is very conscious as a maid, and immediately carries out her master's orders, and just now Locke also asked her to lie down and rest, she is very uncomfortable, and it is obviously better to have something to do than to stay here and be embarrassed.

Christine, who only has the strength of a low-level squire, is the opponent of Raffi, a middle-level squire, plus Rafite has a lot of combat skills and practical skills, which is more than a step stronger than Christine's showmanship.

Christine was extremely resentful, and was dragged to the cultivation room to cultivate fighting spirit.

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