School Hunk Falls in Love with Her

England, Scotland.

After a few hours of flight, they arrived at a castle in Scotland.

As they travelled through the night, Shu Luo's cold became more and more severe. The redness on his face was tinged with a kind of paleness that congealed into a pinkish horror.

In the Gothic Castle built in the nineteenth century, candlesticks were lit up with yellow lights, luxurious crystal chandeliers were flowing down. Large European oil paintings, baroque style furniture, handmade goods, all of them exquisite and expensive.

Shulo sat in the lobby, looking at a painting of a man, the grandfather of the young Duke Zorn.

He had a pair of golden amber eyes, just like a golden sunrise. It was as if a single sweep of his eyes could penetrate anyone's senses.

He just stood there quietly, dignified and elegant, holding the scepter in his hand and wearing a dark red velvet coat with the crown on the collar still on. The hat was inlaid with four mink skins, and on its crown was a gold ring adorned with eight red gold leaves.

Beneath the bottom of the painting is the king's seal and signature, our true, trusted and most beloved companion.

Shu Luo slowly approached the portrait and quietly observed it. It was too similar. The aura of a tyrant, the demeanor of a king, the aura of luxury that emanated from him … half of Zuo En's personality belonged to this grandfather.

But there was a noble and elegant inner quality hidden within Zuoyen's appearance. That kind of brilliant inner intelligence had always been gathering and waiting for the day when it would burst out. Because he was in the dark, he could contain everything different from the dazzle, that kind of crescent light, was cold and unadulterated.

It could be said that Zuo En was a perfect man who was almost like a god. Whether it was appearance or inner talent, no matter if it was grace or bearing, he was second to none.

"You're here …"

The strong voice carried a sense of majesty.

The Duke was supported by his attendants, and looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness. However, his heroic bearing did not diminish in the slightest, and only those who knew him from the bottom of their hearts that he was once a renowned pirate leader on the Caribbean island, a well-known figure. It was he who had robbed the beautiful British princess and then been conferred the title of Duke.

"Yes, Your Grace."

Shu Luo met his golden eyes and elegantly bowed his heart. His gaze was so sharp that it could pierce through anything. Something hard.

"Hehe, no need to be so polite, Your Royal Highness."

The Duke laughed, waved his hand, and added, "I would never have thought that there would be such a handsome and elegant scholar like you in this world. I wonder if Your Royal Highness has a marriage partner? Do you want me to help you make a match? "

"Lord Duke, you must be joking."

"His Royal Highness looks so much like a product of the mortal world, I imagine that the princess is no longer just an ordinary beauty." "I will settle this matter as soon as possible. I will have to trouble you to run over. I am truly sorry …"

"Actually, there is another matter that I wish to discuss with the Duke."

"Oh? "Alright, I'm all ears …"

Shu Luo leaned over and whispered something into his ear. Duke Shang's eyes shone with a golden light as he smiled at Shu Luo with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Outside the castle, a large patch of green grass stretched out into the horizon. A black horse was galloping over at lightning speed. It was tall and mighty, full of vigor and vitality. It was truly a rare sight to behold.

On the horse sat a golden-haired man in a riding suit and a straight tuxedo, accentuating his tall frame.

A man with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this was an English pure-blooded horse with an expensive stock of fine breed.