Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Speaking of which, your cousin Avro is a nun, right?"

"what……?"

After being called, Avro was like a cautious dog that fell into the cat's nest, and rubbed his hands nervously.

"me?"

Miss Elegant put her elbows on the table, like a child full of curiosity, and leaned forward slightly.

"Yes, Miss Avro, can you tell me what those devout boys are thinking about? I made an appointment with him alone this afternoon..."

For people who are in an ambiguous time, it seems that they are in a happy and sweet time every moment.

Thinking of the bunch of hyacinths with unknown meaning and the beautiful Miss Nora, Avro's heart felt like a tiny thorn in the tip of his heart.

"Well... they are almost the same as normal people, except that devout believers will be more enthusiastic and kind. I think for anyone, as long as they treat each other sincerely, the people they like will naturally come together..."

Avro lowered his eyes, but his holy and clean voice gradually became lowered because of someone, like a wounded beast.

As a nun, as a candidate for a saint, you should devote yourself to the goddess.

Having sex before marriage or even liking someone or entering into a more intimate relationship with someone is a betrayal of the faith.

But liking this kind of emotion is not something that an individual can control. It's like the wind blowing gently through the wind chimes, tinkling the bells, but never leaving behind the reason.

But before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound like the table being turned over and the cutlery, forks, bowls and chopsticks falling. The crackling sound should be the porcelain and silverware falling all over the floor.

As a music restaurant, Cotillard Dream is actually not noisy, and the people who eat here are undoubtedly gentlemen and ladies.

Avro's table is close to the private room on the first floor, and you can vaguely feel the mess in it.

"What happened?"

Avro glanced with a little concern, and made eye contact with Miss Alyssa and Yuna who were sitting opposite.

"do not know."

Cousin Alyssa shook her head, "Maybe you smashed something? Let's continue chatting?"

Avro was restless, feeling a bad premonition rising from his chest.

Women's first instinct is urging them to open the closed carved door and open the Pandora's door hidden here.

She covered her chest, not knowing why it was beating so fast, and forced herself to join in the chat with her cousin.

But Avro's peripheral vision always fell on the door less than two meters away because of his hot beating heart.

Not long after, during the conversation, the door full of mystery finally opened.

She saw an anxious figure rushing out of it, as if racing against time.

Avro didn't pay attention at first, but the next second, it was like a strong wind passing by, blowing his fragmented heart into chaos.

Avro saw Nora, whom Her Highness Grace had been thinking about for a long time.

Why is Nora here?Why can I meet her everywhere?

The girl couldn't help but have a question mark in her heart, and her strong mood prompted her to stare at Nora's every move.

The frown on her unsmiling face was full of worry. Compared with before, Nora seemed to have a completely defeated barrier.

She strode towards the front desk, anxiously asking for a roll of bandages, her steps swift and windy.

Perhaps because her heart was occupied by something more anxious, she didn't even close the door and went straight to the people in the box.

At a certain moment, it was as if the alarm bell in my mind was completely sounded.

A strong intuition told me that Grace must be here.

She held her breath in disbelief, her cherry-colored lips trembling as if they were pressed against a boulder weighing a thousand kilograms.

Alyssa's ambiguous words could no longer be heard clearly. Avro moved his body to the side just to be able to observe the situation in the box more clearly.

A slender woman wearing a black dress sat on a chair with a half-tilted posture.

Nora, on the other hand, was in a half-kneeling posture, carefully and gently wrapping the bandage around the woman's fair and beautiful palm.

Drops of bright red blood flowed down the skin that didn't know what the sun was, melting and spreading on the wool carpet.

It was a mess, with knives, forks, and broken pieces of porcelain everywhere, like a battlefield in chaos.

The delicate facial features of the long-haired woman were not similar to Grace.

But Afro's heart suddenly sank, and her inexplicable persistence was instantly defeated by the intimate and gentle gesture.

The woman who was sitting on the chair because of her injury seemed to sense her burning gaze and turned her head around.

The two looked at each other from afar into the cold, noisy air.

A thousand years at a glance.

In the flash of lightning, the woman turned her head to the other side like a rabbit running away.

She even withdrew those white and jade-like hands from Nora's, as if she was electrocuted and felt guilty. At the same time, she gently pressed the girl's head with her left hand and pushed it away as if to drive her away.

Was it performed for yourself?

Avro's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers tightly grasped the leather sofa.

She was sure almost instantly - it must be Grace! !

And Grace is injured?

But what he did next made Avro's heart turn completely cold, like being drenched with cold water on a biting winter day.

The disguised Grace was about to stand up, as if she wanted to close the door.

Nola's face was full of astonishment, and at the same time she pressed the woman's body more actively, and she pressed the back of her hand affectionately against Grace's forehead.

At the same time, he looked out the door, then stood up instead of Grace and delicately closed the door of the private box that held the secret.

Nora's movements were gentle and silent.

What will they talk about inside?

do not know.

Why hide it from yourself?Why was it injured?Will it hurt?

Avro had the urge to open the door and ask why, but was tightly covered by the five fingers pressed against his chest.

Grace... there must be something important to do...

It cannot be a burden.

The mood was like a towel that was constantly being curled and tightened, suppressed and twisted, and then the overflowing tears couldn't help but accumulate in Avro's eyes.

But...if, what if I just fall in love with someone else? What should I do?

Can you please not exclude me?Your Highness Grace?

Like an abandoned rag doll, Avro tilted his head and leaned on the edge of the sofa in despair.

To her cousin Alyssa's words of concern, she could only respond with a nod or a shake of the head.

After a long time, the door hiding the secret opened again.

Avro saw Grace and Nora walking out side by side.

Especially Nora carefully pressed close to Grace's shoulder, and the bright glass light shone down, making the two of them shine.

He is a companion who walks side by side, a back that can be relied on, and a close person who will not be pushed away...

It is a relationship that excludes oneself.

It's Grace who is possessed by someone.

The two figures turned sideways, and Avro looked at each other with such clear eyes in the air again, and time seemed to have been stretched to an infinite length.

But this time, Grace did not stop for herself, like a stranger in a hurry.

Avro felt a sense of grievance and sourness suddenly spread from the tip of his nose, and his eyes were stained with the red color of pear blossoms under the emotional exaggeration.

……

"Your Highness, do you really not want to say anything to Miss Avro?"

Nora asked cautiously while consciously holding up the hem of Grace's skirt as she stepped on the red-carpeted stairs.

Grace's hurried steps paused for a moment, and then moved forward neatly.

Without even turning her head, she answered decisively,

"...There is no need to say anything, I have already given the hyacinth to her."

Nora couldn’t help but remind her softly,

"But Miss Avro is unaware of your plans, and for her part is abandoned."

Nora didn't care about the people and things that Her Highness Grace cared about, she just wanted to fulfill her responsibilities as a subordinate and help Grace.

"so what?"

Grace turned her head for the first time, and her beautiful red eyes were obviously sharp, like some kind of silent interrogation.

Realizing that what she said was wrong, Nora quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I crossed the line."

But Grace doesn't really mind.

She now wants to maximize Nora's loyalty, so she can tolerate Nora's offense to a certain extent.

Grace lowered her eyes and pondered for two seconds, but still couldn't help but look back at Cotillard behind her. Finally, as if she was angry with someone for their choice of faith, she ordered,

"Go to the Imperial Alchemy now."

Yes, what Grace has to do is ask Nurki for the prototype of the magic drink, so that she can use it to deceive those rich enemies at the VIP banquet with Boss Donner.

As for Avro...

Grace glanced at someone's status bar in a daze, and her temples ached.

There is no need to tell her...she will still choose faith, right?

People are always greedy, always want everything and the best, but how can there be a way to have both your cake and eat it in the world?

120.Brother, take me to see her

Although the term alchemy seems to be inextricably linked to medicine.

But there are differences between the Imperial Pharmacy and the ordinary doctor's pharmacy.

Potions used to enhance the human body and practice magic require an outstanding level of magic perception, while potions used to cure diseases only require an ordinary level of magic perception.

There are five levels of magic perception: none, ordinary, outstanding, extraordinary, and sacred.

Nurki's talent is at an outstanding level, above average, not too outstanding.

But fortunately he worked hard enough.

Refining medicine requires the constant use of magic. He studied different magic materials and different methods of refining medicine every day and night, and gradually became an excellent alchemist.

The alchemy badge of a senior alchemist is often hung on the wide robe. Its shape is made of three tough magic grasses melted into gold, and the workmanship is exquisite and unique.

But that thing is always easily lost by Nurki.

In the magic alchemy room filled with various glass conical flasks, the raging flames on the black metal alchemy table had just been extinguished.

He rolled up his large magic sleeve robe, dipped a special silver mixing stick into the black smoky magic potion condensate in the alchemy table, took a shallow sip, and felt the surge of magic in it.

Nurki suddenly frowned and put his index finger on his chin, thinking hard.

"The content of magic power is wrong. Maybe the content of Scarlet Bank Flower should be increased to 30 ml?"

Suddenly, there was a clear knock on the door, and then a senior who was also from the alchemy house gently knocked on the locked door.

"Nurki Argerich. Someone is looking for you outside. They say there is something important."

Important matter?Is it the father or Afro?Or are you talking about Her Royal Highness?

"exist."

Nurki reluctantly put down the modulator in his hand.

But when he slowly opened the door, there were two beautiful women he had never met standing behind Mr. Philson, the senior of the alchemy.

An elegant woman wearing a black gauze skirt, and a maid with a serious and cold face.