Chapter 395 Each has their own plan (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
Seeing Sophia smiling wildly, the flowing lace edges swaying, the eyes of the other "ambitious" aristocratic children became unkind, and they looked at Lucian with a little jealousy mixed with deep doubts, what secret did he tell that could make Her Royal Highness smile so happily?
You must know that although Princess Sophia has a lively personality, she is a formal member of the royal family who grew up with good court etiquette, a model of a true lady, and a symbol of elegance that noble girls such as Jocelyn try to imitate.
Realizing that she was a little rude, Sophia raised her right hand, covered her mouth, and after calming down for a few seconds, she blinked her green clear eyes with a smile: "Pollack, well, you are an interesting person, even more interesting than I thought before."
In the face of an elegant, beautiful, and powerful princess, he only has a deep inferiority complex and never dares to get closer, even if he also wants to rely on marriage to consolidate his position, but how can a noble princess be impressed by him, a failed product that is almost unqualified to fight for the position of heir?
Therefore, Sophia had only a gloomy and gloomy impression of Bollack, taciturn, and had no hope of becoming the Duke of Plantagenet.
And Lucian pondered that Bollack's confidence in "just becoming an official knight" was provoked by Alten and would definitely make a certain counterattack, so it was normal, so he stood up and made Sophia laugh with a little trick.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliment." Lucian exaggerated a gentleman's salute.
At this time, the lips of the old lady behind Sophia, who looked to be in her sixties, suddenly moved insignificantly, if it weren't for Lucian's strong soul, it would not be possible to detect it at all.
Sophia's already restrained smile faintly fainted again, grabbing the hem of her skirt with both hands, stretching her white and slender neck forward, in full view of everyone, leaning into Lucian's ear, exhaling a warm and sweet breath: "You are much more interesting than these nobles who only know how to enjoy, only know luxury, only know how to fight, and don't know humor at all, I hope you won't be assimilated by them."
Lucian was originally a suspicious person, and his friendship with Natasha, John and others was also after a long period of contact, and they experienced a lot of things together, so they gradually let go of their guard, so they were not dizzy by Princess Sophia's favor.
Love at first sight is not like this, right?
To put it simply, Borak, who is just "a little humorous", does not have the strength of a knight, and does not know how to be elegant and artistic, is not yet qualified to be loved at first sight and have some good impressions.
There must be a reason behind the abnormality, what could it be? The old lady told Sophia about her knightly strength, so she wanted to intervene in the change of the heir of the Plantagenet family, so that the royal family had deeper control over the Plantagenet family?
Countless doubts welled up in Lucian's heart, but on the surface, his face turned slightly red, and he was quite emotional, nodding heavily, while turning his head and whispering in Sophia's ear: "Your Highness, I will maintain my characteristics and will not disappoint you."
Lucian's attitude was so standard that he was flattered and flattered, but when he spoke, his breathing deliberately seemed heavy, causing the scorching snort to spray onto Sophia's fair and small earlobes, and then he saw her trembling slightly, her neck to her ears quickly became blushing, and her brows furrowed and relaxed suddenly.
"Well, no matter what the reason, it won't be that I fell in love with Bollack." Lucian coldly judged in his heart that he was a character who had excelled in acting skills against countless "actors" and "actresses" level "strong people".
No matter what Lucian thought about this matter, there were already several fierce eyes cast by the children of the nobles around him, and more eyes developed in an unfriendly direction, and the two behaved too ambiguously!
Sophia lowered her skirt and worked hard for a long time to make her smile look "sincere": "Nice to meet you again, Pollack."
After saying that, she looked at Deni at a speed that "Borak" didn't have time to answer: "I have something to ask you."
"Then let's go to the makeup room." Denis pinched his orchid finger and swayed to the other side of the hall, he also wanted to know what secret Bollack had told that could make Sophia, a seemingly friendly and lively girl who was actually arrogant and conservative, suddenly become so happy and enthusiastic.
His eyes narrowed slightly, "chasing" Sophia's swaying figure with a slight pace, and Lucian suddenly felt a substantial burning on his cheeks.
Shifting his gaze, Lucian saw the old lady in the long black dress staring at him indifferently and coldly.
With a smile, Lucian nodded "greetings" and received an even colder gaze.
After Princess Sophia left temporarily, the noble children dispersed in circles, and Lucian's side suddenly became deserted.
Even if someone said a few words to him, it was a meaningless perfunctory exchange, comparing the bustling crowd around Alten and their enthusiastic chatting and laughing, which fully illustrated what it means to be high-spirited and what is frustrated and depressed.
Picking up a glass of Borak's favorite golden rum, Lucian struggled to make himself look disdainful and lost.
"Borac, you have changed a lot during this time." As soon as she took a sip of wine, a soft female voice came from the side, it was Jocelyn, who was tall and plump and had exquisite features.
Lucian looked back at Arten and saw that he was being surrounded by a group of noble children in the center of the hall chatting and laughing, so he smiled and said: "When things are already facing a desperate situation, we must know how to change, only change can bring new hope. I have nothing to lose, and no matter how bad I am, I won't be bad."
Vague and with a bit of resentment, Lucian was quite satisfied with the performance of his words.
"If, I mean, if you were like this last year, then I wouldn't ......" Jocelyn sighed, and left with two glasses of red wine before she finished speaking, her back was slightly bleak and endearing.
Lucian shook the glass containing the golden rum, looked at the golden liquid reflected in it, and sighed in his heart: "It's a pity I'm not Boraque. If it were him, after hearing these words, he would go to the underground palace, even if he had the strength, he might not be willing to hurt you." He didn't care whether Jocelyn was real or not, anyway, when he arrived at the underground palace, he did what he had to do.
Lucian picked up his wine glass and wandered around the banquet hall, when he suddenly saw a blonde beauty wearing a black gauze evening dress walking opposite, her eyes were deep blue, somewhat similar to Borak's silhouette.
"Dear cousin, I am very pleased to see you cheer up again." The beautiful woman raised her glass and touched Lucian.
Lucian smiled flatly: "Claire, I thought you would be relieved to have one less opponent."
This is another strong contender for the heir, Claire van Anjou, Boraque's cousin, an official knight.
Since knighthood rank is not related to men and women, in most human countries, women, especially female knights, have formal inheritance rights.
"No, without you, Borak, I would be targeted by Alten, I am not his opponent." Claire looked at Lucian with a shallow smile, tall and slender, very wonderful, "And he is too ostentatious, if he wins, it will not be good for all of us, although the Empire does not have Shahran's winner-takes-all rule, but I am worried that he will make small moves, in comparison, I would rather you get the title of Count of Goldeneye."
"What do you want to say?" Lucian laughed "everything is under control".
Claire's smile became charming: "How about we unite each other's forces to teach Arten a hard lesson in the underground palace to eliminate this biggest danger, and then rely on our own strength?"
"I'm very happy to." Lucian replied in a tone like Bollack, without mentioning what happened after getting rid of Alten.
Seeing that Lucian didn't seem to care about the subsequent competition, Claire's heart sank, did he really have an adventure? Are you sure enough?
When she raised her glass and wiped herself away, she stretched out her left hand, held Lucian's left hand, scratched her palm lightly with her fingers, and her voice suddenly became hoarse and sexy: "No matter who we win in the end, it won't prevent us from having a good night."
"Claire......" Lucian was a little stunned.
Claire smiled very charmingly: "Don't be serious, Pollack, you don't even let go of your father's mistress, what is a cousin? And it's not that we can't get married, as long as you can stimulate the sun's bloodline."
The solar bloodline is a special bloodline that requires the purer the better, so it is a common phenomenon for consanguineous marriages to produce offspring, such as the Lafferty family of the Duchy of Vaorit, and there is no shortage of similar situations in the Plantagenet family.
After leaving Lucian, the smile on Claire's face gradually disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Lucian looked at her back and shook his head with a smile, although he didn't know what she was thinking, but he was definitely completely different from what they wanted.
After walking half a circle and turning to the side of the balcony, a blonde man suddenly came over and motioned for Lucian to go to the balcony to talk.
"Ralph? What's the matter?" Lucian asked helplessly. This is another candidate for the heir, Ralph of the Plantagenet family, a handsome man who has not yet been inspired.
Blowing the cold wind at night, Ralph's face was gloomy and excited: "Borak, I want to cooperate with you to deal with Alten together. He is too strong, and if we don't unite, we don't see any hope of defeating him.
"This is good." Lucian still has an "inscrutable" attitude.
"I know that your father is the youngest brother of His Excellency the Duke, and he must have left you a lot of extraordinary items or potions. Feeling Lucian's attitude, Ralph was a little sensitive and excited, "I have already stimulated the 'sun' bloodline!"
"You stimulated the sun bloodline?" Lucian was slightly surprised.
Ralph looked back at the hall, turned around and said solemnly: "This is my biggest trump card, I tell you to show my sincerity."
As he spoke, a ray of sunlight appeared on his finger, confirming that he was able to perform magic.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, our biggest opponent is Alten, and then we can talk about competition with each other." Lucian replied to Ralph in Claire's words.
"You're sober. I went in first and couldn't be discovered by Arten." Ralph took a few steps, then suddenly turned around and whispered, "Be careful Claire, she seems to be involved with the royal family."
"Understood." Lucian replied solemnly.
As soon as Ralph left, Lucian's expression eased, it seemed that he did not rely on the bloodline power he had relied on when he cast his magic just now!
A great knight or a mid-level magician may not be able to tell the difference, but as a high-level arcanist, magician, and member of the Arcane Review Committee, Lucian couldn't tell the difference between spiritual power casting and bloodline casting at such a close distance, then what awaited him would be the terrifying roar of the storm lord.
"You are also a person with secrets, Ralph."
Lucian smiled and shook his head, but he didn't care much about these, no matter what means, plans, and conspiracies they had, when they entered the underground palace, they were beating up children.
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In the study of the Plantagenet family, the old duke with slightly gray hair was carefully looking at the report in his hand.
"Greedy Devil...... Greedy ......" The old duke looked up with a smile and looked at Frederick, who had protected Borlack before.
Frederick nodded seriously: "Your Excellency, I have peeked at the parchment and heard it with my own ears."
"Yes. In this test of the underground palace, you enter as a hidden protective force, don't let the scene get out of control." The old duke ordered solemnly.
"Yes, Your Excellency." Frederick replied respectfully.
When Frederick left, a man in a black robe wrapped around his whole body suddenly appeared from the shadow of the old duke's study: "Why did you send him in? He would have favored Borac. Or did you change your mind and want Borak to inherit?"
Hmph, the old duke sneered, his eyes fixed on the word "greed" in the document.
(End of this chapter)