Alan finally saw the true face of Princess Christina.

How should I put it…

There is a sense of nobility in her temperament.

but……

It’s really not very pretty!

Alan is just a vulgar man who judges people by appearance and is not interested in this kind of princess!

This guy does have a good figure, but he's a bit stout. This kind of figure...

Quite like a maid at home.

Although he just got off the plane, Master Allen already wanted to go home!

…

"It's okay, Mr. Allen. I can take you around Madrid."

Alan looked at Princess Christina who was talking with her head down but not affected at all.

"?"

Although I am shy, I can actually talk while being shy!

"Okay... Then I'll trouble you, Princess."

Under Diana's teasing gaze, Alan coughed dryly, reached out to adjust his bow tie slightly, and looked at Charles in the distance who was reviewing the guard of honor accompanied by the eldest princess.

It’s still fun to watch this. As a man, which man doesn’t want to take a walk like this?

Even though the Spanish guard of honor looks weird in their attire, it's much more exciting than watching the princess.

Watching Charles slowly reviewing the guard of honor, a strange picture always emerged in Alan's mind.

It would be so interesting if Charles was walking and suddenly waved his right hand and said "Hello, comrades", and the guard of honor next to him could respond.

…

While Charles was reviewing the guard of honor, the remaining staff on the special plane quietly got off the plane one after another. After these people had gotten down with their belongings, Diana called out softly, motioning for Allen to wait here. She and Princess Christina would go to the front to meet Charles, and then they would take a group photo. Allen had no part in this photo.

…

After Diana left, Alan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced around and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a secretary carrying a small bag.

"You! Come here, give me the bag, I'll take it."

Allen hooked his finger at the logistics staff member whose name he couldn't remember, snatched his small bag and held it in his hand.

There were so many people present, but he was the only one with nothing in his hands. He looked like a second-rate person, which made him stand out. Now...

Finally got a bag that looks like what it is.

…

For royal visits like Charles', unlike other political dignitaries, he does not have to go to the conference room as soon as he gets off the plane, but only needs to go to the hotel where he is staying first. This is more humane.

Even if Allen wanted to hide, he was finally pulled out and accompanied Charles in the same car to the hotel.

Diana travelled with the two princesses, while Allen accompanied Charles.

The main car of the Spanish royal family is Rolls-Royce, but the passenger car used to receive foreign guests is Jaguar.

As for Mercedes-Benz...

Various royal families throughout Europe rarely use Mercedes-Benz. There are historical reasons and other reasons.

…

"How do you feel? Talk more with Christina these two days!"

Charles crossed his legs, leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes to rest.

Allen looked at the scenery outside the window and replied absentmindedly: "Not very good, Your Highness, this is not my type."

After saying this, the car became extremely quiet, with only the slight muffled sound of the engine remaining.

Alan turned his head quietly and found that Charles had opened his eyes and was staring at him expressionlessly.

This look made Alan feel extremely uncomfortable. He swallowed, twisted his body, and leaned a little closer to the car window.

…

"Alan! Someone came to me a few days ago to complain about something going on in the Principality of Wales. Do you know what happened?"

"Well……"

Looking at Charles's eyes, Allen felt that this matter might be related to him, but...

He has so many things to do, how would he know which one it is?

"I don't know, Your Highness."

"Some time ago, did you receive the national park protection subsidy for the first two quarters?"

"Uh... maybe there is?"

Alan thought about it and it seemed that it was Sylvie Guillem who called him that night. He seemed to have seen such an income on the report.

The national park is right next to his estate, so he must be the first protector. Every year, the government will give him a subsidy on a quarterly basis as auxiliary protection fee.

…

"The state pays you to protect the national park! Even if you hunt, you can just secretly kill a few animals! What are you doing?! Is there anyone like you who goes in to hunt with a machine gun? Huh?! People came to me to complain that there was a suspected small-scale conflict in the national park! Large areas of forest land were destroyed! You are stealing from the public!"

Seeing that Alan finally remembered, Charles yelled at him with a look of disappointment.

Alan shrank his neck and whispered, "William also hit him."

"William?! What does William know when he's so young? How can he play with a machine gun if you don't take him to play? I heard that there are bullet shells all over the ground and a large area of ​​forest has been destroyed. Should I find you a bomber? It would be more fun to hunt with that!"

"That...that's not necessary."

Charles was breathing heavily. He was too embarrassed to get angry because Diana was on the plane. Now, besides the driver and the secretary, there were only him and Allen in the car, so he couldn't help but scold him a few words.

It's so embarrassing!

As soon as the subsidy was issued, we rushed into the national park.

It is said that the people in charge of managing the national orchards were terrified. A prince and a count walked in with machine guns. Dozens of bodyguards on off-road motorcycles assisted them in committing the crime. Machine guns were firing everywhere. Large groups of wild animals were running around in panic. Large areas of forest land were destroyed. It was a scene.

Alan's behavior is beyond description. If Charles hadn't stopped him, this year's House of Lords agenda would have been interesting again.

After taking another breath, Charles closed his eyes again and said, "You don't have to go to the banquet tonight. Just accompany the princess for a walk."

"ah?"

Alan became anxious when he heard this. He came all the way here, but he couldn't even get a seat at a Spanish court banquet?

I heard that the paella eaten in the Spanish Palace is made with giant squid.

The Zarzuela Palace is so much fun, but he hasn't been there yet.

He had never eaten at the Spanish royal palace, so how could he be excluded by just one sentence?

…

"Your Highness... I also admire His Majesty Carlos, but I haven't met him yet."

"You admire him, don't you? Do you want to learn how to cultivate love from him..."

Charles almost blurted out something, but he stopped himself, remembering that he was already in Spain and couldn't slander the king casually, so he had to hold it in.

"Do what you are supposed to do and don't cause me any more trouble!"

Seeing that Charles was in a bad mood, Alan curled his lips and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. Do you want to miss that meal?"

I don't care.

…

The hotel where we stayed that night was empty. Most of the entourage had accompanied Charles to the Zarzuela Palace to meet King Carlos of Spain.

Alan stayed in the hotel and chatted with his blind date, Princess Christina.

In the restaurant, Princess Christina changed into a light blue short skirt, leaned on the table with her chin on her hand, and watched Alan eat.

Alan was seen holding a fork in his left hand, swiping it across the platter of sliced ​​ham, making a small circle, and then forking together a whole plate of sliced ​​ham slices and pressing them into the soup bowl.

A nice bowl of chickpea stew was stuffed with a bunch of ham slices.

…

Alan picked up the spoon and tasted the saltiness again. Feeling that it was not quite up to standard, he picked up the spoon again and, under the surprised gaze of Princess Christina, scooped a spoonful of stew from a small bowl that seemed to be called Madrid stew and poured it into the bowl.

"Um……"

This time the taste was more to his liking.

"Uh... Your Highness, don't you want to eat?"

Seeing the princess in front of him just looking but not eating, Alan felt a little uncomfortable again. It was a bit uncomfortable to be stared at by others while eating.

"Sir Allen... your way of eating is very special. Is Spanish food to your taste?"

Christina looked at the way Alan ate and not only did she not think he was rude, but she felt that it was his true nature and very real.

She rarely saw nobles so relaxed in front of her.

"It's OK, it's OK. This lamb chop is grilled well. Try it."

Alan had never been to Spain before. He didn't expect that this foreigner with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually likes to eat fried dough sticks!

Damn it, if he had known earlier he would have hired a Spanish cook.

Although their dough sticks taste sweet and are called churros, Allen thinks they are just dough sticks!

As for the dipping sauce, dipping it in chocolate sauce is too dark a dish. It’s better to dip it in broth.

…

"Mr. Allen..."

"Okay Christina, don't be so polite, just call me Alan."

Drinking soup with his right hand and eating fried dough sticks with sauce with his left hand, Alan is now a little desperate. He is not interested in the princess in front of him, nor does he want to play any emotional game with her. After all, the other party is in this position. Alan is prepared to chat with her for a few days and then go back home, which will be considered as completing this mission.

"Haha, okay, Alan... you shouldn't be short of friends of the opposite sex, right?"

Although he was a high-end blind date introduced by his family, Christina was not stupid. With Alan's looks, she would be the first one to not believe that he could not find a marriage partner.

"Well, I don't lack any. When I was a student, I received a lot of love letters from classmates of the opposite sex."

After letting go of the psychological burden, Alan felt much more relaxed. If Charles told the other party his information, then the other party would most likely know these little details, and there was nothing to hide.

Seeing that Alan admitted it so openly, Christina was even more satisfied. She felt that the count in front of her was very real, an honest man and not pretentious.

"Alan, where do you want to go tomorrow? How about we go to Palma? I have already contacted my father's private jet. The scenery there is very nice and the snacks are also very famous. We will come back in the evening and go to the Royal Opera House to watch the ballet."

Christina chattered about tomorrow's schedule and asked for Alan's opinion.

“…”

Alan seemed to have some impression of where Parma was. He remembered that there seemed to be a football club called Parma in Italy.

but……

The Parma that Christina mentioned is definitely not the one in Italy, but most likely the Parma in their Balearic province.

This place...

It’s a great place for honeymoon!

This is not a casual trip, the implication is too obvious, plus I have to come back in the evening to watch the ballet.

Tsk tsk tsk.

This is exactly the same process as your future blind date, where you go to the mall or park during the day and go to the movies at night.

But this one is a little bit more high-end.

…

I have to find a way to reject her without embarrassing the princess.

Alan couldn't help but feel a little headache, the beauty trap didn't work.

"Ballet? Which troupe is coming to perform?"

Alan could only change the subject. He was familiar with ballet, having played it some time ago.

"Oh? Alan, do you like ballet too? Didn't you know that your Royal Ballet will be here for a tour tomorrow? I heard that we can even see Principal Sylvie Guillem this time!"

“…”

Oh shit.

Alan suddenly felt that ballet was not interesting at all.

What a coincidence, his current blind date is going to take him to see Sylvie Guillem.

If that little girl Sylvie Guillem saw me, would she come up to say hello?

Think about that scene, wouldn’t it be a bit embarrassing?

…

Seeing that Alan's expression was a little unnatural, Christina clapped her hands and called the person in charge of the hotel and the restaurant.

These two have been standing at the door of the restaurant waiting ever since Christina and Allen started dining here. It would be bad to neglect either of the two distinguished guests inside.

"It's okay, it's okay. I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. I want to rest tomorrow."

Alan waved his hand and told Christina not to embarrass the two innocent-looking persons in charge.

"Then...Alan, shall I take you back to your room?"

"No, no, Your Highness, I can't take you back. It's already very rude. Why should I bother you to take me back to my room?"

Alan pretended to be uncomfortable slightly.

"Then...call me tomorrow when you feel better?"

"good!"

…

The three-day visit to Spain ended rather anticlimactically.

On the return plane, Alan sat obediently in the private room belonging to Charles.

Diana, who was standing next to him, waited until the plane stabilized, then unbuckled her seat belt, took out a magazine, and read it while pricking up her ears to shift her attention to Alan.

She was ready to eat melons on the spot.

…

"Very good! Very good! You are having a secret meeting with your lover in the hotel arranged by others, Alan! You are very good!"

As soon as Charles stretched out his hand, the servant next to him handed him a cigarette with both hands, passed it between two fingers and lit it for him.

Whenever Charles smokes, it means he is in a bad mood and angry.

"Your Highness, please listen to my explanation. I was not feeling well that day. Uh...that person came to visit me. I was wronged."

"Well... the visit was good. I visited you for the whole night, huh?!"

Charles blew a puff of smoke into Alan's face.

"Not even one night... She left early in the morning."

"You've completely disgraced me! Christina is still begging for you. She doesn't even blame you! You...!"

Charles was furious. It was a nice blind date, but something like this could happen!

Although the final outcome was not a big problem, Alan's reckless attitude made him very angry.

"Your Highness, I really don't have any feelings for her. Please don't embarrass me. We are good friends now, right... good friends."

"Hahaha!"

Diana couldn't help herself as she looked at the magazine. It was the first time she had seen such an ending where a blind date became good friends.

Either you are not suitable, or just try to get along with each other. What is the point of being good friends?

He even had a secret meeting with his lover in a hotel arranged by someone else.