Chapter 366 Royal Scandal
Perfect followed the old prince through the corridors displaying various armors and portraits, and came to a quiet and comfortable small reception room.
There is a small fireplace in the living room, and a fire is already burning inside, which makes the temperature in the room somewhat high.
At the same time, a unique smell of incense permeated the reception room, making people involuntarily feel relaxed, and unconsciously lowered their guard.
Perfect just raised his eyebrows again, took off his coat, and sat on the armchair in front of the fireplace.
Befa took Purfict's coat and hung it on his arm, still holding a small suitcase in his other hand.
"Your clothes can be hung on the coat rack. Please forgive the frailty of an old man. Now I no longer have the ability to climb the ice and snow with your grandfather." The old prince looked a little lonely. , and then sat down as well, and pulled a small blanket to cover his legs: "This is the sequelae of being in the cold with your grandpa back then. This season, your knees will hurt, and you must warm yourself by the fire. Only then can I feel that these two legs are still mine."
Perfect nodded in understanding and said with a sigh: "Although I don't remember much, I heard Butler Foster say it. In the years before his death, my grandfather also suffered from the sequelae of the war. He could hardly walk on his own legs and was in great pain in his later years."
Speaking of this, although Purficott did not do much. She had met her grandfather, but she could still imagine and understand how difficult it was for an old man to suffer from illness in his later years.
Especially because my grandfather was a powerful knight. He once galloped on the battlefield and was invincible. However, he was trapped by illness in his later years. It was a great sadness.
Obviously, the old prince who had the same experience could understand this pain very well. He sighed a little lonely: "I didn't expect your grandpa to be like this. We old guys should eventually be eliminated by the times and make way for you little guys." "
Hearing this, Purficott couldn't help but shook his head slightly, raised his hand to draw a ray of flame from the fireplace, and threw it into the small stove in the suitcase that Befa had unfolded, and then said: "So you designed this game? Burn the last bit of your own value to remove the greatest instability factor for the empire? Can't you old guys live a good life and stop causing me trouble?"
At this time The suitcase in Befa's hand has been completely opened. Inside is a complete set of tea sets and tea-making tools. After Purficott lit the small stove fixed on the suitcase, Befa also took out an arm-thick handbag from the suitcase. from a silver bottle, poured water into the kettle, and placed it on the stove to heat.
The old prince took one look at this exquisite design, and an expression of interest suddenly appeared on his face. He said enthusiastically: "It's such an exquisite design. If we had this when we were fighting, I wouldn't have done it every day. All I can do is drink the pot water brewed by your grandfather's servant!
That's really a waste of tea. It's a pity that all the oriental tea leaves I treasured have been boiled into bitter soup by him, and there is no tea left at all! Enjoyed it.”
"Grandpa Afu has never been able to make tea, and even now I don't like drinking the tea he made." Of course Purficott knew who the 'grandfather's retinue' the old prince was talking about, and she had to admit that although the old housekeeper She can cover everything, but her tea-making skills are really not good, otherwise she wouldn't have specially developed the tea-making function for Beifa, and also designed a portable tea table and a complete set of tea-making tools.
But even so, Purficott still defended the old butler: "But you are on the battlefield, and if you use a high fire to make tea, you will only get a pot of bitter soup that can make people vomit. Then It tastes terrible, but it’s definitely refreshing, isn’t it?”
Hearing what Perficott said, Prince Edward had to admit: “Indeed, not to mention the refreshing effect of tea, it’s just that. The bitter taste is enough to keep people awake for a long time and prevent them from sleeping. When we stayed vigil on the battlefield, it really depended on this. Your grandfather drank so much that it was hard to swallow, but he drank the most every time. "
At this point, Prince Edward showed a little nostalgia and a bad smile: "Do you know why? Because he is the commander-in-chief of an army and needs to stay up late and stay awake, but I am different. , he can have a good sleep while he stays up late thinking about the battle plan! ”
After saying that, Prince Edward looked at Purficott deliberately provocatively.
"Did you really sleep well? I'm afraid you were thinking about how to defeat the enemy every day, right?" Purficott looked at the old prince with deep eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and said: " Otherwise, I'm sorry to Queen Mary, who treats you as my own, am I right?"
Hearing this, the expression on the old prince's face suddenly became ugly, but then he recovered. He calmly looked at Purficott and asked carefully: "It seems that I still smiled at the granddaughter of old Brandlis. How do you know all this?"
Perfect in this regard Just snapping her fingers, a person who had been hiding beside her appeared from the shadows, saluted the old prince and then disappeared into the air again.
"A dagger hidden in the dark. It seems that you are indeed more extraordinary than I expected." The old prince did not seem to have any special reaction to this, but looked at him slightly in surprise. Purficott: "So this knife is prepared for me? If I really intend to bring disaster to the country and the people, what ending do you plan to arrange for me? A dagger to cut the throat?"
The old prince didn't care much about this, and it seemed that he was not talking about his life or death.
However, Purficott just took the tea brewed by Befa, blew it gently and took a sip: "He is only responsible for monitoring you and collecting information about the Rose Legion. As for whether to let you die peacefully or end your life, it is Her Majesty's business. I am only responsible for making assessments, providing suggestions and final implementation."
Hearing what Perficott said, the old prince smiled and said: "Look. Are you planning to give me a decent ending?"
"If you want to be decent, I can give you dignity, but if you don't want to be decent, then I have no choice. I'll help you be decent. After all, the empire still needs to be decent." At this point, Purficott finally raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the old prince, and said in a cold and almost absolutely rational tone: "But if Her Majesty the Queen knows about you. Your mother, your aunt, who has a crush on her, will probably not give you a good death."
The old prince has no doubt about this, after all, even if this kind of thing is nothing new among the aristocrats of the old world. , but it is still a scandal.
But the old prince just smiled slightly, took out a bottle of old wine from the side, poured it for himself and said: "Want to hear a story? A slightly older story."
(End of this chapter)
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