Chapter 471 Rebirth from the ashes: Candlelight dinner, gifts, majesty

Pedrónila Viva changed her clothes. This expensive dress was delivered by a servitor. When he handed the dress to Pedrónila, she knew that it was expensive.

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This dress is made of tiny diamonds. The surface of the dress is shimmering with sparkling light. The soft fabric as white as snow clings to her body like skin, and the waistband also perfectly shows off her figure.

waistline to support the cleavage at the low-cut opening.

Above the cleavage, there was a silver star gem. It was held up in front of her neck by her breasts, echoing her gray hair. Under the hair, the emerald gems on her ears were like

Like a fish jumping in the calm lake, it sparkles under the hair.

After she changed into her dress, she came here to join him, ignoring the surprise and questioning of her roommate. He came earlier, and the golden battle armor on his body had also faded, and he put on a black evening dress.

But she was still tall. Even if she wore a few inches of high heels, she could only be at the same level as his shoulders.

On those broad shoulders, there was a coat as dark as night, which matched his black hair and eyes, making him look particularly deep, mysterious and curious.

Pedrone held his hand and walked with him through the huge corridor of the battleship. He remained silent during the journey, only occasionally chatting.

For example, Pedronela tried to ask him who the clothes belonged to. It was definitely not his, it was obvious, but his answer was just a simple, even too dry "a friend of mine" and that was it.

The answers to other questions are pretty much the same.

Pedrone even began to doubt whether she could learn any valuable stories from him. As his answers were always so simple, Pedrone would need to spend more time polishing the story.

, Only in this way can it be famous for generations to come.

They quickly arrived at the door of the officers' club, faster than Pedronela expected. The attendant at the door noticed them. He didn't seem to recognize him at the first time, but he finally recognized him, and then spoke with the final words.

Caught up quickly.

"Your Majesty Marshal, I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"I didn't notify anyone." He still answered so simply, as if even one more word was wasted.

"I'm sorry, Marshal, there is no room here tonight, but I think the VIP lounge can accommodate you. I will summon the chef and arrange the place immediately." The waiter replied hurriedly.

"No need, we have a seat, get out of the way now." He said, pushing aside the waiter in front of him, holding Petronila's arm and walking straight into the club.

Pedronela saw the waiter looking at a loss behind him, as if he was debating whether to report it to the supervisor, but just as he was debating, he had already led himself deep into the club.

Most of the senior members of the fleet dining around recognized him, and everyone unconsciously stood up and saluted with their companions. In an instant, there was a lot of noise and discussion.

Pedranilla listened to those words. She heard most of them talking about how she hooked up with the Marshal. Some of them were full of jealousy. They were all surprised that the Marshal brought a female companion.

But as if he didn't hear the discussion, he walked straight to the center of the restaurant with Petronila on his arm, "Where is that location?"

"There, Your Excellency." Petronilla pointed to a place and replied. He looked, and then walked over. Drew Skrein, who was at the table, saw himself walking towards him. Of course, he also noticed the new person beside her.

Male companion.

Petronilla suspected that he did not recognize the identity of the marshal. He was not wearing the golden armor as before, but was wearing black clothes that were no different from ordinary humans. But Pedronniera knew that this

Poor disguise cannot conceal the extraordinary and holy nature underneath.

"Who are you? How come you are with her?" Drewa did not recognize his identity as expected. Unlike the senior members of the fleet, the speakers had not had the opportunity to meet him, and even most of the fleet's

Stadt and senior commanders.

He didn't seem to listen to the noisy noise in the hall just now, and was immersed in his own little world. Now that he saw the man holding his arm next to Petronila, he immediately understood.

"I don't know who you are, but she made an appointment with me first, please let her go immediately!" Drewa stood up to protest, but his face was stern, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.

"Stand up." He said calmly.

"Who do you think you are? I am Drewa! Drewa of the Skrein family, me!" Drewa said proudly, his voice breaking the original tranquility here, but his face remained indifferent.

"I asked you to stand up." He repeated simply, as if he was unwilling to waste even one word for the person in front of him, as if that would lead to the destruction of the world and the end of the world.

Petronilla looked at Drewa, who was irritated by contempt. He did not stand up, but pointed to his nose in the distance, "Who are you?! Who do you think you are? A member of the Skrein family."

"I can indeed."

"Then who are you?" Drewa yelled, but his expression still did not change, and his expression was still extremely cold. Pedronilla looked at that look, as if she saw an ant about to be trampled to death.

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"Vito Constantine, get up before my mercy is exhausted." He said coldly, but this time it was like ice water melting from the ice in the cold weather of November, poured directly on Drewa

It also made him jump up immediately.

Petronilla looked at the frightened Drewa, who stood there tremblingly, looking at him with his arms trembling all over, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

"Now you know." He said, "Miss Pedrónila Viva will have dinner with me here tonight. There is no room available. You, leave and find the waiter to refund your reservation fee."

"But sir, Miss Pedrónila Viva has an appointment with me first, I."

"I didn't let you ask questions." Vito's words were like an ice cave that extinguished the last passion. When Drewa trembled in fear, Petronilla looked at the cold eyes, but she did not see murderous intent in them.

, maybe Vito thinks it’s more than that.

But his words had already defeated Drewa, and the young Skrein family member immediately stepped back and gave up his position. He let go of his arms and sat on it, smoothing the folds of the dress at his waist.

"Take a seat for Miss Pedranilla Viva." His words were immediately implemented. Pedranilla watched the usually arrogant Drew pull out a chair for her and let herself sit on it.

Then he stood aside like a waiter.

She could see the fear in his eyes. He wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but his body was stiff and he stood there as if he couldn't move at all, waiting for orders like a servitor.

"Druva of House Skrein."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Drewa said respectfully.

But he was still cold, "Remember what I said, from now on, Miss Pezzolana is my personal recorder. I don't want anyone to disturb her. She will come to you, and I ask you to obey her."

Any appeal, whether it’s a question or anything, do you understand?”

"Understood, sir." Drewa responded quickly. In Pedrunila's view, he was like a poor student who was asked a question, nervous in front of a strict teacher.

"Pour some wine for us." He pointed to the side without looking, "Pour it for Miss Petronilla first."

Petronilla looked at Drois who started to move immediately. He was like a clockwork robot. He immediately turned around to face a panting waiter who came over. That person was the one at the door. In his hand

Holding a bottle of wine, it should be the aged wine just found in the wine cellar, sent by the marshal.

Drois immediately took the wine from his hand, and did not forget to add, "This is what the Marshal meant!"

He used a corkscrew to unscrew the aged peach wood cork, and the aroma of the wine instantly wafted out. Smelling the aroma, Pedrone was sure that this was an expensive bottle of wine.

She picked up the wine glass and asked Drois to pour a glass of wine for herself first. Then he went around to the other side, respectfully poured a glass of wine for Vito, and then stepped aside submissively to wait.

Vito raised his glass and shook the wine in it, keeping his eyes on it, "Now you can go and tell every speaker what I said before."

"Sir, please allow me to ask, do you mean that Miss Petronilla will replace Olson as the leader of the preachers from now on?" Drewa asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that his voice would be as loud as before.

angered him.

Pedroniela also hesitated, and she looked at him, "She is my personal attendant, and she will speak on my behalf." This couldn't be clearer.

"Understood, Your Excellency." "Very good, I have told you enough. Now leave, and I will go on another date."

Petronilla watched Drewe leave, his pace was very fast, and the waiter also withdrew following Vito's gesture, leaving only Petronilla and him sitting at both ends.

"Personal Attachment?" Petronilla asked slightly surprised.

"Yes." He said while drinking, "Congratulations, you passed the interview. Now, I have a task for you."
Chapter completed!