The door to the dormitory opened and Rhine walked out. The blond hair is messy and scattered on the back of the head, just like the luxurious long hair of a poodle. He has plump cheeks and rose-colored lips, and his facial features are very beautiful, paired with his sparkling blond hair. When he is silent or expressionless, he will be mistaken for a woman accidentally; but once he gets angry and stares, he will immediately be mistaken for a woman. It becomes majestic - Master Rhine, the knight of the Black Temple, according to the original words of his old enemy Leonid, is, "If Rhine is a woman, she must be a hot little girl!"
Cesare, Rhine's chief attendant, led a large number of people to wait at the door, and behind Rhine, the servants held his clothes and chased after him, so Lord Rhine seemed to be caught in a double attack.
Rhine's path was blocked by Cesare, so he had to stop. The servants panted, bowed their backs and stepped forward with attentive steps, trying to take this opportunity to change the master into formal clothes, but Rhine pushed away the divine robe and sword.
"Cesare, you woke me up!" he complained to his chief of chamberlain, "I was still asleep!"
"My lord," Cesare sighed and said, "You have forgotten that today is New Year's Day. Half an hour has passed since the official start of the New Year celebration. Your servants are waiting for you. If you don't go over, you will be late. It’s amazing.”
Rhine glanced at Cizer and was very dissatisfied: "Did you tell them that I came to Lighthouse Planet?"
"Yes, sir, I don't see any need to hide it from them." Cizer was not afraid, and his dark eyes raised to meet Rhine.
The Lord Knight looked away from his head squire and said, "I don't want to see them. Tell them to go away after the celebration!" Then he looked for a gap among the servants and walked toward the palace door, muttering in his mouth: "I still want to see them." Trapped, Cesare."
However, the attendant stepped forward and stood in front of him, letting Rhine wait for an opportunity to break out and go to sleep.
"You have allowed them to salute to empty seats at the New Year celebrations for three consecutive years. This year you are going too far without showing up at the Lighthouse Star!" The chief attendant said: "Hurry up and change your clothes and go over. Sir, if you find it too heavy, I will help you hold the sword. This year the temple has suffered successive defeats in Ogra and Dongdan, and everyone is looking forward to you."
"Can't you see the difference?" Rhine snorted, "Besides, what does their defeat have to do with me? Ogra was screwed up by Danquining, and Dondan was screwed up because Leonid was an idiot. It’s all because the Knicks went their own way—”
"Sir!" Cizer couldn't listen anymore. "Sir Danquining and Leonid are all allies of you, and Her Majesty the goddess is our sacred ally. How can you say that it has nothing to do with you? Right now. It’s a time to boost morale and gather strength. You still don’t summon your vassals and even want to be absent from the New Year celebration. How can this be done?”
Rhine was angry: "So I'm just a mule you raised. I have to be dragged out when I need to be dragged out? I was born to clean up their mess, right? Cesare?!"
Cesar had no choice but to shut up.
Rhine raised his head arrogantly and prepared to go back to his room to sleep. But Cesare stopped him here.
"My lord," he said, "your grandfather, the old gentleman of the Defelin family, has arrived. He claims that if he does not see you, he will not leave tonight."
Rhine turned around depressed, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, looking very reluctant. But finally he entered the door of the hot spring hall. Cizer motioned for the others to wait outside, and he followed Rhine alone.
The hot spring hall is a place for bathing and resting in the Rhine. It has nine twists and turns inside. Corners and colonnades are cleverly used to divide the space. The natural hot spring water from the sacred mountain is introduced into the palace, forming independent but connected hot springs. It takes the merit of creation. , is a very impressive place.
When Lain walked in, he saw his grandfather. He was kneeling in a conspicuous position next to the soup pool, holding the hand of a female slave and teasing this young girl who had obviously just turned sixteen. Noticing the noise at the door, the old man casually let go of the slave girl, took out his hand from her skirt, and made his kneeling posture conform to the regulations. The slave girl rolled back a few steps, saluted Rhine, and then ran away in a panic holding her dress.
"My biological grandfather by blood, why did you come to see me?" Rhine walked up to Mr. Defelin and circled him twice. "You don't mean to tell me that after you gave me After your stupid uncle found a wife and finally gave me an aunt, you still plan to give me a young grandmother who was born a slave girl on your ninetieth birthday."
Mr. Defelin said nonchalantly: "If anyone can get pregnant, of course there is nothing wrong with holding a wedding."
Rhine laughed: "Then I'm afraid I have to remind you that judging from your current situation, no girl no matter how young you are can get you pregnant again."
"Children are a matter of endless supply. Rhine, if I die, there will naturally be other descendants," Mr. Defelin said seriously, "In fact, this is what I came here for today."
Rhine looked wary: "What are you going to say, grandfather?"
"It's about the ranger, Anthony." Mr. Defelin asked solemnly: "I would like to ask you to come forward in person, Rhine, to be a matchmaker for the girl from our family. In this way, he will not be able to refuse and will successfully become a member of our family. .”
Rhine took a breath: "It's surprising, grandfather, didn't my stupid uncle just get engaged to the young lady of the Yves family? The Yves family must have turned to the rangers, right? Don't you think this is the case?" Not enough?"
"A marriage contract is the best covenant. We have to tie him into our family and let him bear the family name of De Feilin. Only then can he truly be considered ours. Talented people have come out from generation to generation. Rhine, after you, the family still has Only when new adults appear can it continue to prosper for generations to come.”
"Now is the time, Rhine, Caesar is dead, Ogra is about to change hands, and your empire is too far away from Ogra, beyond your reach. Instead of expending all your efforts to win over David Duran, you have to Instead of sharing the benefits with the old guys behind him, it is better to bring this ranger closer to the family. The Bosian Restoration Movement is in full swing, and he is fighting fiercely with them and agrees with us. He is an ambitious guy. The family needs such ambitions Vibrant fresh blood.”
"Isn't this exactly your arrangement? The emperor of Ogra will be killed today, and the mistress he fought for half a month ago will also be eliminated by the Duran family tonight, so that everyone All the obstacles will be gone, and it’s just the right time to propose a marriage contract.”
Rhine bent down and stared at the eyes of old Mr. Defelin with a fanatical gaze.
"My dear grandfather, you make me sick," he said coldly. "If it weren't for your blood on me, I would have let you kill yourself."
He straightened up: "How is mom lately? It seems like I haven't seen her for a long time."
De Feilin smiled: "It's good. I have a new lover. She is an opera writer who comes from a thousand-generation family. She has no superpowers and looks very much like your father when he was alive. She knows that you miss her and will definitely come to see you tomorrow. "
"It's good that she likes it, but don't remind her to come and see me. To be honest, I start to worry when I think of her dragging me to cry and wiping away my tears," Lain said, "Okay, Grandpa, are you ready?" Take out any unfortunate girl in the family and marry the ranger."
Old Mr. Defelin pretended to be thoughtful, and then asked in a questioning tone: "How is your sister, Rhine? She is thirty-nine years old this year, and she is really at an age where she can't do anything without getting married-"
"No!" Rhine turned around suddenly, a terrifying cold light shot out of his eyes, like an angry lion. He knew very well what kind of fate a potential person's marriage partner would have, and he would never let such misfortune befall his sister.
His grandfather was so frightened that he trembled and buried his head on the ground. He didn't expect Rhine's reaction to be so big, so he really regretted offending Ni Lin.
"Listen, I don't allow it." Rhine said condescendingly, and then left.
César purposely stayed behind. After Rhine's figure disappeared behind a winding corridor, he stretched out his hand to help old Mr. Defelin up from the ground.
At this time, Mr. Defelin also recovered. He took the snow-white handkerchief handed over by the servant and wiped the sweat on his neck. He complained to Cizer: "Rhine is getting more and more moody. He is not at all as cute as he was when he was a child." .”
Cesare scratched his black hair and said, "Oh, maybe it's because I was woken up today and didn't get enough sleep. Of course I'm very angry if I didn't get enough sleep."
De Felin grabbed Cesare: "Listen to me, Chief Chamberlain, there are few fiancées in the universe who are worthy of Anne. I still hope that she will leave genetically excellent offspring before the end of her golden age. Think of a way, You must have a way to make Rhine change his mind, you are a magician."
Cesare muttered: "I don't want to do such a disgusting magic..."
Old Mr. Defelin stared and refused to let Cizer go. César said: "If the fiancé you find for Anne is an ordinary person with no potential, your Majesty might be able to agree to her marriage."
Defelin shook off Cizer's hand and said viciously: "Okay, I'll choose another girl from the family!"
"Mr., do you have anything else to do? If not, go back quickly. Today is the New Year."
"Why not?" Defelin looked around, "That slave girl just now——"
Cizer immediately said: "No problem, if you like the old gentleman, please take her away as you please. The adults won't ask. Besides, she was originally sent here by you."
"Who is talking about the female slaves? I mean Rhine," the old man said angrily, "I just discovered that the female slaves here are still virgins, so Rhine has never touched the female slaves around him?"
Cesar blinked: "Isn't it normal for adults not to touch them?"
De Feilin sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, which adult doesn't have thousands of female slaves serving him in his private room? Is it true that none of them move?"
"I have brought five hundred female slaves this time and have given them to the general manager. They are all selected from ordinary slaves. They are all between the ages of sixteen and eighteen and are most likely to get pregnant." He said, "Since the Rhine does not allow If Anne marries, then we should strive to leave our own descendants."
"This is not easy to do," the black-haired head attendant scratched the top of his head again, "If the master doesn't like you, you can't force a woman into his bed..."
