Lei Zhe sat in the carriage with a great deal of confidence, his original impatient expression was replaced by intense interest.
He doesn't like stupid opponents. It would be boring if the Earl of Huadu recklessly offended someone who shouldn't have offended before he entered Grande, relying on himself as the king's new favorite, and then was counted into bankruptcy.
To be able to turn a barren land like Desolette into a fertile city covered with flowers and gems, the legendary Count of Huadu must be a powerful figure with some means.
Duncan who didn't take that into consideration was the real idiot. The traps he devised were ridiculously crude.
Thinking of this, Lei Zhe glanced at the people around him, and the corners of his slightly curved lips were full of mockery.
Duncan didn't notice Razer's mood change at all. Holding a pocket watch in his hand, he was watching the movement of the seconds and minutes hands intently. Before he knew it, three hours had passed, and his patience was about to run out.
"Damn it! What the hell is this Earl of Huadu thinking? He either backs up obediently, or steps forward to make trouble, and what does it mean to stay where he is?" Baron Duncan cursed in a low voice.
At the same time, Jane Qiao's servant was also asking: "Master, why are you staying here? It's getting dark, we have to hurry into the city, or we will meet wolves."
Jane Qiao is leaning back on the soft chair and closing her eyes. The passage of time, the convergence of the sky, and the howling of the wolves in the distance could not disturb his peace.
"We came from afar, with plenty of food, drinks and quilts, and we could afford to wait no matter how long. But they were different, they did it on a whim, didn't bring anything for the night, and waited a little later. Cold and thirst come at the same time, and they will naturally come to talk to us. At that time, we will know what the game this Baron Duncan is playing."
Jane Qiao closed her eyes and explained slowly.
In fact, he could probably guess what that Baron Duncan was relying on. A third-rate aristocrat with no power and power, but he can get along well in Grande's business, he must have a cooperative relationship with a certain adult in the Grande family.
It's a pity that Desolate City is located in the most remote area of Glory, and the traffic and information in this era are very blocked. Jane Qiao, who has just developed her family business, has not spared any effort to explore the secrets of the entire aristocratic circle.
He didn't know the details of this Baron Duncan, and he didn't know exactly who was standing behind him. But no matter what, it's always good to be cautious, and the more you don't know the situation, the more calm you have to be.
After thinking for a moment, a long sound of bells and drums crossed the heavy mountains, passed through the thick fog, and came from the distant city, which was a sign that night was coming.
The wolves heard the bell and began to roar louder.
Jian Qiao opened her eyes and waved her hand: "Let the chef prepare dinner."
"Here?" The two servants looked hesitant.
A misty drizzle was drifting in the sky, wetting the forest and grass, as well as the path. The road was thick and muddy, not a good place to enjoy food by any means.
"It's right here." Jian Qiao's voice was slow: "it's getting dark, let the respected drivers on the opposite side smell the strong fragrance of the food and the fragrance of the wine, they will compromise faster. They will understand that I can afford to wait, but They can't."
"Good master! We'll prepare dinner right away, please wait a moment." The two servants immediately jumped out of the car and started busy.
Ten minutes later, Baron Duncan slammed his pocket watch on the ground, covered his growling stomach and cursed: "Bastard! They've started frying steak! They also opened a case of red wine! This is to stay here. Overnight?"
There were tall knights standing around the carriage on the opposite side, and they were baking bread and steak on a simple stove. They raised their glasses and shouted cheers, and the sound of laughter startled the birds in the forest.
The two servants kept bringing hot food into the carriage for the earl of Huadu to enjoy, but the other party never showed up, let alone sent anyone to ask the reason why Baron Duncan blocked the path.
He didn't do anything, and this attitude of ignorance made Baron Duncan more uncomfortable than a real fight.
The strong aroma of food and drinks was blown by the cold mountain wind, forcibly forced out Baron Duncan's saliva.
He stuck his head out and looked at the other side, and asked in frustration, "What should we do? Continue to waste?"
The last sentence really lacked confidence, because he knew that it was impossible for him to continue to consume without any supplies. When night falls, cold, thirst and hunger will rip them off! The only way now is to let Lei Zhe personally go out and order the Earl of Huadu to step back.
In this way, his wishful thinking was completely defeated, but at least his face was saved.
Lei Zhe glared at Duncan coldly, obviously bored to the extreme.
He pushed open the car door, waved back the footman who came to support him, rejected the cashmere jacket handed over by him, and jumped straight down.
His silk shirt was soon soaked by the rain and fog, and it was tightly attached to his body, framing his muscles with a strong sense of strength. He walked with great strides, his boots stomping on the ground, splashing a little bit of mud. From the point of view of dress and behavior alone, he has nothing to do with the well-dressed nobles.
He is taller and stronger than the knights of the Knights, and wilder and more casual than the robbery robbers.
His appearance made Jane Joe's knights stop eating. Only people with blood on their hands can accurately identify the same kind, so they quickly realize that this sudden appearance of a man is very dangerous!
So in the next second, all the knights drew their long swords and prepared to attack.
Lei Zhe hooked the corners of his lips indifferently, still striding forward, the ribbon of his hair fell off at some point and fell into the mud. He brushed the wet hair scattered in front of his forehead with his hand, and instead of looking at the knights who would attack at any time, he stared directly at the car window.
This is a very arrogant gesture. He didn't care about the army in front of him at all, he just wanted to see the true face of the count of Huadu.
But unfortunately, the window was covered with a layer of white gauze, and he couldn't see anything.
The knights from Huadu raised their swords, ready to kill this dangerous man like a beast at any time.
Baron Duncan, who was looking at the side, waved his hand quickly and asked his knight to go down to rescue.
A bloody battle is imminent.
Lei Zhe still did not make any defensive gestures, and still walked towards the silently waiting carriage. He was already used to dancing in the shadows of swords, lights, swords, and a dozen knights, but it wasn't enough to hurt him in the slightest.
Just then, a hand stretched out the window and made a step back gesture.
The dozen or so knights who had already attacked Lei Zhe were stunned for a moment, and then settled in place. They were angry and worried, but did not dare to disobey their master's wishes. Clenching the sword in their hands was the only thing they could do.
Lei Zhe stared at the hand, his eyes shining brightly.
It was the first time he had seen such a beautiful hand, who had read countless beauty. It was pale and slender, and it swung slightly up and down, and moved with great grace. It wears an emerald ring on its thumb, and a large sapphire and turquoise ring around its middle and ring fingers.
The pure white skin of these hands makes the gemstone's dark green, dark blue and verdant green even more dazzling. The ring setting and ring made of gold are more and more shining on these hands.
It is not so much a hand as it is a work of art. It has no thick joints, only smooth, rounded and graceful lines.
Just a glimpse, Lei Zhe still clearly saw the pale blue blood vessels slightly soaked out from the back of his hand, which is the excellent texture that Oriental jade can have.
Lei Zhe's footsteps unconsciously became urgent.
He wiped the water droplets off his face, and at the same time wiped away the bored expression, and the excited smile showed uncontrollably.
At the same time, the closed car door slowly opened, and the cold wind rushed out from inside, hitting Lei Zhe directly. Before he could see the person in the car, Lei Zhe's entire attention was drawn away by a strong fragrance.
This fragrance is mixed with the essence of countless flowers, including the stickiness of iris, the deepness of freesia, the purity of lily, the sweetness of bay laurel, the spicyness of orange blossom...
There are so many flavors that can even be said to be cumbersome, but they can blend together harmoniously, and perfectly outline their respective layers, and then take away the soul of everyone who smells it.
The mountains and forests filled with rain, fog and moisture seemed to instantly turn into a valley full of blooming flowers.
For a second, Lei Zhe felt dizzy, as if his soul was gently scratched by a soft feather, and the whole person was intoxicated.
He took a deep breath subconsciously, and then fixed his eyes on the inside of the car.
Time stands still now—
He had imagined a thousand appearances of the Earl of Huadu, but he never imagined that he himself was like this.
The moment the car door opened, he seemed to see the moonlight flowing quietly in front of his eyes.
This is a very pale man with a pair of particularly deep black pupils, and these black pupils are looking at him in a blink of an eye, and they are covered with heavy fog. There was no smile on his face, and his solitary and indifferent temperament was like the moonlight.
He put one hand on his knee and the other on his cheek, his voice soft and slow: "Razer Grande?"
It was clearly the first time they met, but he was able to pinpoint Leizhe's identity accurately.
His two servants, with expressions of sincerity and fear, hurriedly pushed open the car door on the other side, and walked around to salute the great nobleman, but he just tilted his head and frowned, as if asking: Am I guessing right?
Lei Zhe blinked, then blinked again, and when the buzzing in his ears and the dizziness in his head completely subsided, he replied in a hoarse voice, "It's me."
He looked down at his silk shirt and realized why he was revealing his identity. He wears oriental fabrics that even the king can't afford, but he wears them as plain clothes, a luxury that only Grande's master would do.
"Nice to meet you." Jian Qiao nodded slightly as a greeting.
Although Lei Zhe's background is nobler than him, he has not officially succeeded the duke's position yet, and he has no need to salute him after being conferred an earl.
"It's a pleasure to meet." Lei Zhe licked his lips, and his eyes gleamed with excitement, although he had no idea what he was excited about.