The interior of the hospitality room was very simple. A small wooden round table and a floor-to-ceiling magic lamp were placed in the corner. The glass windows were currently in a confinement and were covered by curtains. On the inside was a white and soft four-cornered bed. Sid was sitting on the big bed now facing the questioning of the Imperial Princess.

The failure of the duel is second. You must know that no matter how good the talent is, it requires a lot of resources to be cultivated. The imperial princess Celisti in front of these resources is inexhaustible, but Sid only gets a small amount of extra gain from his elder sister. He spends too much time to support himself, and at best he is just stronger than ordinary mercenaries.

In reality, there are always some people who are ahead of the starting line by billions of points, and everyone understands this without much explanation.

But when Sid saw Celisti holding a stack of parchment in her hand while looking at her face, Sid's heart still became cold.

"I am Azekel Abaddon, my family comes from..." Sid had no choice but to bring out the fake claim made by his elder sister.

He made up his mind. No matter what the princess said, he would bite him to death. Even if he had no choice, he would rather admit that he admired the princess' peerless style to peep, and he would never admit that he was here to steal the tears of the angel!

"Well, keep making up, I'm listening." After listening to a few words, Celisti did not look at Sid again, but focused on the information in her hand: "It's very powerful heraldry and history. The person behind you is really a master in this field, continue talking."

Sid's face looked a little ugly, and the boy immediately had a plan: "Of course this is just my disguised identity. My real name is Fugen. I was born in a family of miners in the Wolf..."

"Do you have another name called Conner Kent?" Celisti interrupted the statement of the beautiful white-haired boy again. The imperial princess stretched out two fingers and pressed her cheeks to pretend to be curious. Her long white hair, like a snow-capped waterfall, slid down the back of the chair from her ear, and was so beautiful: "I will give you one last chance, Sid from Ryzlan, who instructed you to come?"

Sid's words came to an abrupt end.

So fast, she found out her identity in just a few hours.

The boy could only turn off attack and defense: "Since you know everything, why do you have to ask again? My Princess, you are so wise and powerful, your eyes are as bright as a falcon, with the power of the first dynasty, the glory of the second dynasty, and the wisdom of the third dynasty..."

"Do you really think so?" Celisti immediately interrupted Sid. Her amethyst-like eyes stared at the boy who was talking about the good words, imitating his tone, and vividly: "Please, what does the canary in the cage know? The glorious werewolf competes in swords, shoots, and rides a war horse to show our glorious traditions on the battlefield, and she is only responsible for sitting in the float, waving and smiling at the civilians on the roadside. What battlefield do women know? They are only suitable to be raised and placed in the showroom as exhibition items."

"……………” The awkward atmosphere spread in the room, and Sid's face froze. He didn't expect that the princess had found out.

The princess finished speaking in Xid's tone, and then the Iceberg Beauty smiled and said that you could start performing: "Explanation and explanation?"

But this was not a problem. He thought about it and opened up a new idea. He explained it to the chapter:

"So, I don't know these evil werewolfs at all. The beauties sitting on the float can smile at the civilians and boost morale, so that we who are in trouble have the confidence to overcome difficulties together. Those werewolfs who only know how to adhere to stupid traditions will only be beaten by the Wallaces on the battlefield. If they really want to sit on the float, they will wave to the children, I think they will scare the children!"

These words made the muscles on Celisti's face twitch continuously, as if she was trying her best to control her expression.

"It's such a mercenary middleman." After a long time, the empire princess who recovered stared at her trophy, and her expression became brighter and relaxed: "It's all you right, it's a pity. I don't need a jester. As a loser, you have to recognize your current situation. This is interrogation, not a chat. I have forgiven your offense once. Put away your useless tricks, otherwise you, the assassin, will end your long journey today."

"Yes, it's like when you need a dancer, 'My distinguished guest', now the new one is better than the old one, just call me the assassinator." Sid deliberately retorted.

Double standards, who is not a double standard?

Sure enough, the imperial princess stopped talking, and the servant's room became quiet again, leaving only the magic lamp on the ground and the candlelight on the round table illuminating the faces of the lonely man and the widow.

Sid's expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking in his heart.

There is no doubt that his identity has been seen through by the princess, and his concealment in this regard is meaningless.

The key question now is, how much does the princess know?

The situation is moving in the direction he least wants.

The most unfavorable thing for Sid is that since the princess entered the entire room, the whole topic has been following the rhythm of the princess and following the princess' will. He himself is at an extreme disadvantage. He is not only a loser, a person under house arrest, but also the details of the princess are found out - his current real identity.

After thinking carefully, Sid believes that she is the one who has the advantage of information gap, but instead the princess takes the lead everywhere.

Is this the Black Eagle Royal Family?

No, what's wrong!

Sid had a brain teaser, and he recalled every move and every sentence he had after he brought the princess in at an extremely fast speed.

There is something illogical!

Let me ask first, do the princess want to know the truth?

There is no doubt that she must have thought about it very much.

Ask again, does the princess know the truth about the angel's tears?

Obviously, I don’t know yet, so I have to torture myself.

So the question is, since he wants to know the truth, why not torture him in an absolute advantage? Compared to torture, his conversation with the princess now is more like a fireside conversation.

Pity, kindness, appreciation, Sid never bet on such a low-probability event. He knew that there must be her reason for the princess to choose to do this.

Remind the battle under the moonlight, the words of the princess during the battle, the arrangements she made when she was defeated, and then the conversation now.

I understand! I understand all!

Taking advantage of the initiative of the topic on himself, Sid immediately said: "Your Highness, no one has directed me, I am attracted."

"Attracted? What is attracted to? Or is it attracted to the banquet or my name?" Celesty remained silent. The Iceberg Beauty was flipping through Sid's information, which read "I like to pretend to be Nobli to go to various banquets to cheat and drink."

But the princess was full of threats: "You only have one chance, if you say it wrong, you know the consequences."

"At first, I just planned to come in and have some food to see if I could meet a few people." Sid said carefully: "But in the atrium, I felt the call from the depths of my consciousness, guiding me to come into the inner courtyard. I felt a voice calling me there, so I found a reason to enter the inner courtyard."

Even though she tried her best to cover up, the eyes of the imperial princess were still bright, and her beautiful legs of a dark red velvet stockings that were as smooth and delicate as jade pillars were raised slightly, and her body emitting a rose-scented slightly. Her hands, which were originally pressed on her cheeks, were put back on her knees, and her hands were linked together: "What is the call?"

Sure enough! I bet right!

Sid took the opportunity to blurt out the answer that Celisti was most looking forward to: "It was the call of blood power. I found that the sublimation of the emperor's blood was automatically activated, so I thought there might be something in the inner court, so I wanted to come in and take a look, and I encountered your appearance."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, a pair of long legs of dark red stockings under the black short skirt of the imperial queen suddenly gathered together, and the black pointed butterfly tied high heels gently hit, and the tough brand new black leather made a crisp sound in the touch.

It's a match, it's a perfect match!

The failure of the priest at the banquet today was a blow to Celisti. After she first spoke a few words, many noble children came up to pick her up, which annoyed her. In addition, the pressure of not completing the task was pressed on her shoulders, so Celisti had no intention of continuing the banquet and returned to her room.

Celesty was not interested in the banquet for the local suitors of the evil wolf, the silly wolf, the silly dog, and the nobles. On the contrary, after completing the peace talks with the Principal of Wallace, Celesty focused all his attention on the truth of the defeat in the Battle of Friedland.

Although there is no tangible evidence, Celesti always has a vague feeling that since she came to the Principality of the Evil Wolf, whether it is the Holy Empire, the surrounding forces, or the evil hidden deep in the dark, they are all preventing her from investigating the matter. Even the local nobles of the Evil Wolf who suffered heavy losses seemed to be unwilling to say much about this defeat.

The Imperial Mentor also constantly "guided" her to do it according to the "normal procedures".

In this case, Celesty can only rely on herself, and even when the banquet is in progress, she will hurry up and review the files.

But today's situation is special. After watching it for a while, she suddenly felt a strong blood resonance, and there were signs of stimulating the sublimation of the emperor's blood!

Except for the people closest to her, no one knew that the princess had been extremely distressed about not being able to use the sublimation of the emperor's blood. Every time she could feel that she was only a little bit short, but she was just unable to truly launch the sublimation of the emperor's blood like her brother... or the boy in front of her.

Isn't this a treasure that Romani gave him?

Celisti felt the statue of the angel's tears on her chest. This souvenir seems to have changed recently. You can feel a little warmth when you put it on your chest.

Mother, are you blessing your daughter?

After the previous battle and the communication just now, Celisti was surprised to find that the guy in front of him was certainly treacherous, but judging from his adaptability, rich knowledge and strong combat effectiveness, this person was not only a noble blood descendant with a strong bloodline phenomenon, but also an excellent talent.

Are wewolves so ungrateful? As long as the young man who can launch the sublimation of the imperial blood can use it well, it can not only add a rare member of the royal family to the central dynasty, but also maintain at least two generations of the rapidly declining royal bloodline!

Very good. Since it falls into my hands, this man is my belonging.

What you need now is to take him down according to the established plan.

No one knows how eager Celesti is for a real "person". This time she came out and the emperor didn't even let her take a maid around her.

"I believe your explanation first." The princess' inner thoughts did not reflect her expression. She was still cold as usual, but her sitting posture changed.

The beautiful legs of the stockings that were originally close together were changed to one leg as the princess adjusted their sitting position. The legs in the dark red impermeable velvet pantyhose were extremely holy. Compared with the black flesh-colored brown stockings that Sid often saw, this red velvet pantyhose was more dignified and noble. The slender and straight legs of the princess showed graceful lines under the wrapping of the stockings, and the delicate stockings on the thighs also had a faint golden silk thread mark.

A beautiful red silk foot was removed from the constraints of the high heels and swayed back and forth in front of Sid. The black butterfly lace was unbuttoned. The high heels were hanging playfully on the delicate toes. The tough black leather texture formed a strong contrast between the girl's solemn red silk texture. The almost flesh-impermeable red stockings are soft and glutinous under the texture of the girl's solemn foot. The elegant foot curve looks extremely smooth. The jade toe that holds the tip of the shoe stretches slightly and relaxes. The stockings at the ankle joint are tight and finally reveal a little hazy light.

The house is filled with the fragrance of roses and a faint scent of girlish body.

Sid glanced hard and then convinced himself that it was not the time to do this. He had read her mood changes from the princess' body language.

"Yes, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings." Sid pretended to be relieved, and he immediately stood up: "Anyway, it's a great honor to get your understanding. My Highness, since that's the case, can you let me go?"

The empire's empire's raised silk feet gently hooked their shoes and swayed back and forth, without saying it was OK or not. She just sat like that, her aggressive gaze gradually replaced the threatening gaze.

Sid stopped but stood still and didn't sit down.

He also used his body language to tell the princess his determination.

The imperial princess had to stand up too. She blocked the road outside and approached step by step, her amethyst-like eyes were filled with pressure.

She goes in and Sid retreats.

She was still not satisfied and continued to move forward, so Sid continued to retreat.

Until his legs had touched the bedside.

"You have a chance now." As Sid forced her to retreat, the princess pondered her words, half threatening and half serious, "A very precious opportunity, you..."

However, at this moment, a sound came from the door.

A black eagle guard pushed open the door of the reception room with rolls of parchment: "Your Highness, this is the information you want..."

He looked up and the situation in front of him made the guard look dull: "You...you?"

The guard's reaction immediately attracted the attention of everyone nearby. Hans, the captain of the Black Eagle Guard, and Sir Yeshire, the imperial court tutor, rushed immediately!

What happened in the room made everyone open their mouths and stunned.

I saw that the white-haired boy was forced into a corner by the aggressive princess, and he had no choice but to retreat!

Understand in seconds.

Your Highness... Is this too anxious?

That's really... can't wait?

Your Highness is a very serious person, so he is so fun to play?
To be continued...