The evening sun hangs in the sky.
After Ron settled down in the nunnery and took Doll into [Inventory], the main body got on the carriage and went to the palace in the center of Imperial Capital accompanied by Sylvie.
"Oh~ I can finally ride in a carriage by myself..." On the carriage, Ron leaned against the carriage comfortably, with a contented look on his face.
Sylvie looked at him with a slight smile. Looking at Ron's handsome and soft face that had not changed significantly, and his eyes that looked completely different from those at Chaos City, he felt a little emotional.
Ron's behavior and language style are still the same as before, but in some aspects, they are indeed changing rapidly.
"Sylvie Have you seen my father before?" Ron put his right hand on the edge of the window and looked at the snowy scene outside under the setting sun and suddenly asked.
"Yes." Sylvie said after being stunned for a moment, "I have seen him many times from a distance, mostly at grand ceremonies. If I have had close contact, it should only be once. His Majesty went to Church of the Goddess of Harvest to meet the archbishop in person, and I was there to accompany him."
"Then what kind of person do you think he is?" Ron asked curiously.
Speaking of which, this time he entered the palace to meet Andre III, it was the first time that he, a time traveler, had met him.
In the memory of the original owner, Andre III has always been an unsmiling, serious and indifferent impression.
And although the original owner has been living in the palace since childhood, the opportunities to meet Andre III are very few.
It has to be said that although this mixed-race prince had no worries about food and clothing since he was born, he was still relatively miserable in terms of building up his spiritual world.
Maybe it was because he was usually too depressed in the palace, so as soon as he left Imperial Capital, he felt free and overjoyed before being transported by him.
"Your Majesty... he looks like an emperor..." Sylvie considered, "He looks very majestic, and he speaks with seriousness and gentleness. I can't say what kind of person he is."
Isn't he just a playboy?
Ron curled his lips and complained in his heart.
His father's woman has many more scandals than him these days, and no one dares to tease Andre III about it.
There were far fewer pedestrians in the evening, and the carriage arrived at the outskirts of the palace half an hour later.
The entire palace is actually equivalent to the inner city of Imperial Capital, surrounded by a wall two people high, occupying approximately one-fifth of the entire Imperial Capital area.
After being inspected by the guards at the door and released, the carriage, led by the cavalry in front, headed towards the side hall.
The architecture in the palace still maintains a similar style to the outside, but the details are more carefully crafted and not as rough as the outside.
The 100-meter-tall Starwatch Tower looks very eye-catching in the sunset, like a giant finger pointing straight into the sky.
Of course, Ron prefers to use another thing as a metaphor.
Because that would be more powerful and express the phrase "fuck God" very vividly.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the side hall, and attendants immediately came forward to greet him.
After entering the door, there were two more young and beautiful maids leading the way.
Ron and Sylvie followed behind, looking at them as they walked.
Sylvie saw Ron's curious face and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness Ron, haven't you been to this place before?"
"I've been here before." Ron shrugged, "I've only been here eighteen times in the eighteen years since I was a kid."
"This..."
"Winter Food Festival Every year at the end of the year, a dinner party is held here, inviting high-ranking officials, nobles, celebrities, and wealthy businessmen from all walks of life to attend."
"That's when I can sneak in, eat and drink in the corner, and watch others dance in the hall."
"Normally, you can't enter this place. Only people with my father's personal permission can eat alone with him here."
Sylvie nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Didn't anyone invite His Highness to dance?"
"Look at my face, does it look like no one is here to invite me?" Ron turned to look at her and asked seriously.
"Then why does His Highness just stand aside and watch others dance?"
"... Well because no one really invited me."
"..."
"Actually, many beautiful girls want to invite me, but they are all stopped by their elders. After all, they are mixed-race children who are destined to be powerless. They are not worth the effort to win over. They are even afraid that their own daughters will have a relationship with me."
Ron said calmly.
It's just plain because this is not his experience, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say it so casually.
"Sister Sylvie, please come over here to dine." A maid leaned over and said at the fork in the corridor, leading Sylvie to the other side.
Ron continued to walk forward and entered the dining hall.
There is a long table in the center of the hall, enough for more than twenty people to dine at the same time.
Andre III, with a serious expression on his face, was sitting at the head of the seat. There was a large pot in front of him, with gurgling bubbles emitting white steam, and a variety of unripe ingredients were placed next to it.
Ron You can tell what this is at a glance.
Unexpectedly, his father specially prepared hot pot to show his kindness to him.
Sylvie is specially set aside so that two people can better guide and control the atmosphere, right?
It's really well-intentioned.
Ron stepped forward under the guidance of the maid. At the end of the long table, he saluted Andre III from a distance. "Father."
Andre III looked up at him and nodded. "The water has been boiled, come and sit."
The maid led him to the first seat on the left side of Andre III and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, Ron saw bowls with condiments, clean plates, and a pair of chopsticks placed on the table.
So his eyes fell in front of Andre III and found that the other party also had a pair of chopsticks placed there.
All I can say is... it's really well-intentioned.
The two exchanged simple greetings, and Andre III stopped being polite and directly picked up various dishes and threw them into the hot pot.
Although the way he held the chopsticks was quite twisted, relying on his legendary level strength, he still added all the vegetables to the hot pot steadily.
The maids all withdrew, leaving only the two of them here.
If it weren't for the empty long table that made people laugh, Ron would really have thought that this was the return of a wanderer who had been away for many years, having a hot pot with his old father at home.
The two of them ate quietly, and Andre III personally put the cooked fat beef on his plate.
During this period, Andre III expressed condolences, and his tone was gentle, which was contrary to the impression in the memory of the original owner of Ron.
Ron couldn't stand it anymore, so he looked at the dining table under the hot pot and changed the subject and asked, "Father, how is this hot pot heated? There doesn't seem to be a stove underneath?"
"Haha." Andre III gently tapped the watch case outside the hot pot. There were subtle red patterns on it, "This is a heating magic circle engraved with fire Elemental Stone powder. No stove is needed."
Street Diary: Today is the 19th, and tomorrow will be 520. The confession event in the book club is coming to an end~ The total prize pool is 18,000 points. If you haven't participated yet, remember to participate~ It only takes a minute or two, it will be quick~
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