LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"His Royal Highness, the dinner of the Duchess of Fitt Castle, please." The rigorous and old-fashioned butler was bent over with respect and respectful hands, and presented a delicate toon to the man sitting at the table.

A hand came out from the side and took this thin paper.

The hand, the knot is elegant, the skin color is pale, and even the light blue blood vessels can be seen through the seemingly transparent skin.

Mr. Guan Jia did not dare to look at it. After the hand took the thing, he once again respectfully bowed and retreated to the side.

The owner's gaze swept through the invitation, and at the end, he left it casually, took a sip of the goblet at hand, and then frowned and placed it on the table.

"She has to open several dinners a month, not to go." The soft voice sounded in this quiet space.

Mr. Guan Jia still bowed his head and said a word: "His Royal Highness, it is said that the Duchess got a very powerful treasure this time."

The man, known as His Royal Highness, snorted, and it seems that this statement is very disapproving.

Mr. Guan Jia’s coveted look is unchanged: “It is said that there is something to do with the ancestors –”

The air stagnated at this moment, and the housekeeper only felt that his breathing was forced to be in the throat.

His deep fear of this man is a deeper level: it is the prince of the Prince, the most peak of the blood family!

The man slowly raised his head and revealed the face that made the entire hall eclipsed: "The ancestor?"

Mr. Guan Jia finally couldn’t bear the pressure and went straight to the other side: "This is the news that the Duchess released, and the subordinates failed to confirm the true and false."

The man's eyes fainted on him: "Get up, Hans, get ready to go to Fett Castle."

He stood up, and the burgundy silk gown was wrapped softly on his body. The slender and perfect figure resembled the nightmare demon known for its beauty and seduction in mythology.

"The woman of Cecilia, it is best to pray that she is not lying." His faint tone resounded in the hall, clearly and softly, but the housekeeper was chilling.

......

Y country, night, eight o'clock in the evening.

A low-key black extended car passed through the noisy traffic and stopped at the door of a lively bar.

The duty officers of the bar are all trained with a pair of eyes. When you look at the car, you know that the people are not rich and expensive, and they greeted them with a warm smile. The parking brother also followed.

The driver's seat door opened first, and a man in a very old-fashioned tuxedo walked down.

The parking boy looked at this handsome guest with some surprises. He was too oversized to wear, and he wore a top hat on his head.

If you don't look up, you can see the bright bar logo. He might think that this guest is going to listen to a classical musical.

He was amazed that the front passenger's door was also opened, and a beautiful crystal shoe crossed the door.

Parking little brother only feels swaying, beautiful lady!

His eyes couldn't help but linger on the dressed lady's face for two seconds, trying to recognize whether the other person was a popular star.

Feeling his gaze, the lady turned her head and folded her hand to cover half of the delicate face, and smiled at him.

The parking boy is holding his chest, and now he is jumping very fast. He feels that he can't sleep until this evening.