"What a blow to you, Ms. Bunyan."

The middle-aged man, who always laughs, touched the back of his head and let out a hearty laugh: "According to the rules of our side, I should also come to treat you." ”

Hearing that she was called "Bunyan" instead of "Leona", the lady with her long flaxen curls and turquoise eyes nodded reservedly.

There was a hint of joy and satisfaction in her eyes.

Can being called her last name satisfy her?

Annan stared at all the details, silently calculating in his heart.

The tranquil and easy-going nature of his inaction, which he could get along with anyone and get along with, was from the prophetic wizard named "Ghirlandaio...... Or rather, the living sculpture that has been brought to life.

It is the prototype of the spell of Annan's Last Works.

And now, through Lin Yiyi's eyes, Annan saw another person in the underground world, the man named Niusel, with a clean and innocent, simple and cheerful smile on his face, and quickly absorbed and learned it.

The stone statue is undoubtedly stiff, even hard.

But "Ghirlandao" is different.

It wasn't acting, it was the human-like nature of the animated marble golem. Just as cheetahs hunt and goshawks fly.

So Annan had a new expression to use.

Ms. Leona, who also had a smile on her face, also felt that she had a good impression of this stranger who had only met once.

- Naturally, it can't be because of the other party's foreign businessmen's dress.

The Bunyan family was not short of money.

Just because of that simple and cheerful smile.

Leona knew, of course, that a businessman could not have a soul capable of smiling like that. It must be his disguise, or acting.

But so what?

She didn't want to marry the other party, let alone do any important business with him, and the other party's nature had nothing to do with her. If it's just the level of friends with alcohol and meat, then choosing the one that makes you the most enjoyable to get along with is the right way.

How to choose your friends – Leona knows how to do it.

In other words, the Bunyan family is good at this.

"In our winter, there is no rule for guests to come and treat."

Leona smiled and poured Ghirlandaeo a glass of pale white cloudy wine, then filled herself with it as well.

She raised her glass and drank it down.

Then he smacked his lips happily and turned his glass upside down to signal to Gilandaio.

The kind smile on Ghirlandaeo's face never faded.

He just took a glass of wine with a smile and put it back on the table without changing his face.

"More than a treat," lamented Ghirlandaeo, "I was more surprised by the fact that I was drinking in the first conversation with a stranger." ”

"Of course."

Leona chuckled and filled her glass again: "Where do Noahs like to meet strangers?" Teahouse? Theater? ”

"There are also theaters, but usually their own estates. Strictly speaking, there aren't too many strangers...... During the social season, the Noah nobles held banquets two to three times a week.

"Everyone is either having a banquet at their own house or on their way to a banquet at someone else's house. At the banquet, they were already familiar with each other and were not strangers. ”

Ghirlandaio drank his wine and replied casually.

Leona also drank the wine without changing her face, and added it with a chuckle: "Your Excellency Gilandaio has a good amount of wine. I thought it was only the Winter People who loved to drink. ”

"The amount of alcohol we Noahs drink is actually not that bad. Especially at banquets, I practiced it. ”

Gilandaio said with a smile.

- Want to fill me?

Sorry, though it might be a bit of a waste of wine...... But I'm just a stone man.

A true man of stone.

When Leona heard what Gilandaio meant, she raised her eyebrows in some surprise: "Oh? ”

The implication of his words is that "I often attend banquets."

So she followed the topic and asked, "Could it be ...... Whose family are you? ”

On the Duchy of Winter, the eldest son usually inherits the title and domain, and the other heirs receive a share of money when they reach adulthood, rely on the connections they made when they were teenagers, and an initial amount of money to run their own businesses.

They call this kind of heir who did not inherit the title and turned to business and politics, regardless of the order of the throne, collectively referred to as the "second son".

Glandaio just smiled.

Instead of answering the question, he politely asked rhetorically:

"Before I answer this question, I was also about to ask......

"Bunyan—is that Bunyan I know?"

Of course, this is a polite question.

Of course, he had never heard of "Bunyan".

At least it must not be a big nobleman, otherwise Annan must have seen it from books.

When Leona heard this, the corners of her mouth rose.

But before she could answer, Annan heard another voice that was somewhat familiar, but also somewhat unfamiliar:

"Bunyan...... Do the crazy hounds now have a name to be proud of? ”

The man sneered, lifted the heavy leather curtain that blocked the wind, and stepped into the sparsely populated private tavern.

Wrapped in a cold wind full of frost, he sat beside Annan.

When Leona heard the other party's words, her brows furrowed and her face suddenly turned cold.

But when she saw the face of the person who came, she was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up and respectfully saluted the person.

“…… His Highness Dmitry. ”

It was Annan's brother, Dmitry Rindon.

But there are some subtle differences from the brother Annan saw in his two nightmares.

Dmitry who was once in a dream...... He is a man with great style and meticulous dress. He had a well-proportioned figure, a straight back, long pure black hair that hung down to his waist, not a single messy hair on his head, not a single stain on his body, not even between his fingernails.

But now Dmitry makes Annan feel ...... More than ten years older than in my dream.

His brow, which had been habitually furrowed, now had three deep wrinkles. The furrowed skin on his tightly locked brow looks like a ghost-like totem.

He wore a heavy frost fur coat with his arms not in his sleeves, his shirt cuffed up to his elbows, and a very thick cigar in his mouth.

His hands were still clean, but on the back of his white and powerful hands, he could already see the raised green tendons.

"It's been a long time, Lady Leona."

Dmitry took a cigar in his mouth and said in a deep voice.

Leona's face was slightly pale.

In the dead of winter, the standard way to greet is to address a brother or sister, or an uncle or nephew. Because of the presence of the old grandmother, the Winter people would treat each other as family—at least in terms of etiquette.

If it is not called that, it means that "the relationship is not yet".

But the relationship between the Bunyan family and the Rindong family is not like this.

…… His Highness Dmitry seemed to be angry.

Leona didn't dare to say a word for a moment.

He sat on Annan's right, diagonally diagonal to Leona.

Dmitry rested his elbows on the armrests, his fingers crossed, and he placed them in front of his abdomen.

He let out a gentle puff of mist, and the smoke of the cigar slowly dispersed around him.

"I haven't seen you in about two years.

"But you still have the word 'Bunyan' on your lips."

He bit the tail of his cigar, his voice still low and magnetic: "Looks like time can't change anything, does it?" ”

Compared to five or six years ago, perhaps because of too much smoking, Dmitry's voice has become a little hoarse.

Dmitry did not continue to embarrass Leona.

He only gave a brief warning, then softened his tone and looked at Annan beside him—or, rather, "Ghirlandaio."

"Who is this......?"

"Gilandaio," the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes smiled, bowed slightly from his chair, and greeted Dmitry politely, "his full name is Gilandaio David Buonaro...... His Highness Dmitry. ”

Hearing the name, Dmitry's pupils shrank slightly.