"What kind of person is the Duke of Red Pomegranate?" We are about to arrive at Neuschwanstein Castle.
What kind of person is Brandon Red Pomegranate, one of the three dukes of the Kingdom of Clark and the Duke of Southshire?
Cold-hearted?
Cunning?
Insidious?
Or perhaps, it's out of kindness?
Upholding the spirit of chivalry?
Or like Arthur Cold Jade, who, once donned military attire, could shatter mountains and rivers with his iron hooves and be invincible?
However, the man beside her remained silent.
Li Aili became even more curious about someone whom even Arthur Cold Jade couldn't evaluate.
The carriage stopped in the courtyard of Neuschwanstein Castle.
Mark, the steward of the Duke of Red Pomegranate, stepped forward, bowed, and opened the car door to welcome the Duke of Cold Emerald and the Duchess of Cold Emerald.
The tall and handsome Duke of Westshire stepped down from the carriage and turned around to help his wife down as a gentleman.
"Good day, Your Excellency Duke of Cold Emerald."
"Good day, Duchess Cold Emerald."
The steward, with his eyes lowered, said respectfully, "His Highness Brandon is still busy with official business. Please proceed to the reception room at Swan Castle and wait for a moment."
And a huge, blood-red bubble appeared above his head:
[Shit!!! Brandon!!! Shit, did you hear me?!!! You bastard! Shit!]
Li Aili: "..."
The Duke glanced coldly at the politely smiling steward, without uttering a word.
Just then, a noisy commotion came from outside the gates of Neuschwanstein Castle.
A luxurious carriage stopped in front of the castle gate.
The car door was kicked open from the inside with a bang, and a tall man tumbled out of the carriage.
His body moved like a cat, performing a 720-degree spin in mid-air that only a diver could accomplish, before landing on a banana peel on the ground, and then, perfectly... face down.
Li Aili: "..."
The steward's voice rose three octaves in urgency, "Gentlemen, please come this way!"
And above his head was an enormous 'screaming' bubble:
【Aaaaaaah!!! Brandon!!! You piece of shit!!!】
The man slowly got up from the ground and dusted himself off.
He was wearing a white lace shirt that only nobles would wear, with the collar casually half-open, clearly the kind of philandering playboy...
Soon, the carriage door opened again.
The man went up to them, seemingly wanting to say something to the people in the car.
As a result, a gorgeous red embroidered coat was thrown out of the carriage and hit him squarely in the face. Then, a knight's longsword inlaid with jewels was thrown out from inside.
Outside the castle, a man who had pulled his coat off his head waved excitedly at the carriage.
Inside the castle, his steward closed his eyes in despair and peace.
Li Aili saw the 'screaming' bubble above the Internal Affairs Officer's head disappear, replaced by a large, black, multicolored bubble...
Inside the bubble, a little stick figure is sharpening a knife... and sparks fly out.
Honestly, this was the first time she'd ever seen animated emojis playing in a speech bubble. (⊙o⊙)…
That's not all.
The carriage door outside the castle gate opened again, and a slender, fair hand reached out and beckoned to Brandon Red Pomegranate with its index finger.
Then the tall Duke of Nanjun eagerly approached.
Then, that hand turned into a merciless slap, striking Brandon Red Pomegranate's left cheek with a 'smack'.
With a bang, the carriage door slammed shut and drove away coldly and ruthlessly.
Li Aili: "..." Exciting.
The Cold Jade Duke, who was standing nearby, naturally saw this scene as well.
He then proceeded to 'whip the corpse' of the Neuschwanstein Castle's steward in that flat, emotionless tone, "Is this the 'political affairs' your duke is currently busy with?"
Interior Officer Mark: "…………"
The Duke remarked sarcastically, “Your Southshire ‘politics’ is truly an eye-opener.”
Brandon Red Pomegranate hooked his fingers around the collar of his red coat, casually tossed it behind his back, and ran his hand through his unruly red hair.
I walked through the gate with an air of indifference, passing the hesitant knight guarding the gate.
Then, unsurprisingly, they bumped right into hundreds of pairs of eyes in the vestibule.
Brandon: "..." (o_O)
Li Aili: "..."
The honor guard at Neuschwanstein Castle: "..."
Duke Red Pomegranate's foot, which had just stepped out, remained suspended in mid-air, as if he had been petrified halfway through his journey.
Li Aili looked at the top of this person's head with sympathy.
Surprisingly, the Duke of Nanjun's head was also very 'clean'.
Li Aili: "..." Could the 'Mind Reading' skill that she almost spent all her reputation points to exchange for be a defective product?
Fortunately, the housekeeper at Neuschwanstein Castle was perfectly normal.
At this moment, a large herd of alpacas was running freely in the huge, dark green bubble above his head.
“Brandon Red Pomegranate,” Arthur Cold Jade addressed the Grand Duke of Southshire by his given name.
It's hard to say what kind of tone he was using.
Brandon Red Pomegranate saw the black-haired, blue-eyed Grand Duke of Westshire, and immediately strode toward him with a wide smile, his handprint clearly visible on his face.
"Ah! Look who this is, isn't this Arthur?" He opened his arms, wanting to give him a warm hug.
Arthur Cold Jade raised his hand and placed it on the hilt of his sword.
Brandon immediately and calmly closed his outstretched arms.
"What a coincidence... how come I always bump into you?" he muttered to himself.
Honestly, this was the first time Li Aili had ever met someone who could be so open about their social death.
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