'If nothing else, in terms of etiquette, this prince is still qualified.'

Talking to others is not very aggressive, but rather refreshing.

However, Wayne remembered that in the plot setting, the first prince was a perfect noble son who seemed to be able to do everything well, but in fact he was tired of everything because he saw through life.

He is a super sinister man who can say flattery to the most caring people on the surface, but in his heart he calls the other person a stupid idiot.

Sitting in the carriage, Wayne recalled some of the small details of their interactions just now.

To be honest, he didn't think Richard's so-called "Knights" could play a big role.

The most common training methods used may not be as good as the military training in college back then.

Although the equipment is good, it does not have the advantage of completely crushing it.

Perhaps this is the reason why the knights later disappeared and no news was heard from them again.

——The prince just wanted to imitate the hero on a whim. After his interest subsided, there was no need for this young knights to exist.

As he grows older and becomes more proficient in magic, His Highness the Prince will always find that magicians are much better than knights.

Although in the later plot, the prince did not seem to have any idea of ​​forming another magician group.

By that time, he had indeed gathered a bunch of people with extremely high magical talents around him, and their areas of expertise basically covered all walks of life.

But they all willingly joined this group with Chrissy as the absolute center because they were impressed by Chrissy's character (character), charm (light), and power (ring). Even His Royal Highness,

Among them, he is just an ordinary licking dog.

What does it sound like to feel a little sad?

No matter what, it's not your money you're wasting now anyway.

The prince's carriage drove straight into the Duke's Palace. Wayne noticed that there were several large carriages parked in the courtyard and the mansion was brightly lit.

Because the prince sent someone to notify him in advance, the maid Karen was already waiting for him at the door.

"Master Wayne, the Duke is back."

Before other emotions had time to emerge, the first reaction was actually joy that seemed to come from the bottom of my heart.

Then it turned into a slight panic.

You shouldn’t find anything wrong with yourself, right?

It's really unfair. Why can Chris' time travel bring back memories but I can't?

Although the memories of this body's past are nothing worth mentioning.

Unlike himself, who was always cautious, Chris's life was like a duck in water. If it weren't for the diary written in Chinese characters, Wayne wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between this Chris and the one in the animation.

It's so appropriate, it's like I'm acting in it, without any conflicts in memory or personality.

Why are there so many differences between people?

If someone from the Time and Space Administration detects this plane, please help give a negative review for this experience, thank you.

"Really? That's great. Take me to see my father."

Elliot Winche had just returned home not long ago. He couldn't relax and quickly entered the study to continue working.

It seems like his work will never be finished.

But thanks to his hard work, even twenty years after the death of the last Duke of Wenche, who was famous overseas, the Wenche family is still one of the top nobles in the royal capital, and even the king cannot ignore their family's opinions.

Facing such a person, Wayne was still very stressed. Fortunately, Elliot's attitude towards him was quite kind.

"It's Wayne." The Duke took the initiative to ask about his adopted son's life in the royal capital, "Are you getting used to it recently?"

"not bad."

You can't say you're not used to it.

"Did you go to the First Prince's mansion today?"

"Um."

"What do you think of His Highness?"

"He's a very good person."

Elliot closed the notebook he had finished grading in his hand, and took out another copy from the pile next to it.

"The First Prince is indeed outstanding." He said without raising his head, "However, our Wenche family also has our own position."

Without waiting for Wayne to react, the Duke drove him away.

"Is there anything else? I'm very busy now."

"……Gone."

…

Wayne closed the study door for him with a speechless expression.

No matter what, we should at least have a casual chat and keep in touch with each other, right?

After thinking about it, Wayne decided to go to Chris for a life consultation.

But unexpectedly, Chris did not stay in the room at night. Instead, she leaned on the terrace alone with her chin and blew in the wind.

Wayne walked over. "Sister Chris, why are you staying here?"

She did not look back, but stretched out her hand to feel the gentle night breeze.

The end of summer has passed, and the sentimental autumn has quietly arrived.

"Wayne, do you miss home?"

"Home?" Wayne was silent.

He didn't know how to answer.

If you are asking about this body, it turns out that the so-called home is almost the same as not having it, no... maybe it is better not to have it.

But if you are asking about your own soul...

"I have always felt that you should do what you want at what stage." Wayne said softly, "It makes sense to live in the present."

"Yes." She hugged her knees and slipped a strand of slightly curly golden hair from her ear.

"I'm so stupid...it takes a child who is much younger than me to solve such a thing."

Her voice was as low as talking to herself, but Wayne heard everything clearly.

"She's only one year younger." Wayne also sat down next to her and looked at the silver moon in the sky with her.

"Chris, do you like the First Prince?"

After hearing Wayne's question, Chrissy finally looked at him in surprise.

"Why do you ask so suddenly?" Then he said angrily: "Also, I should call you sister!"

"Because I heard that your greatest wish in life is to marry the first prince."

Chrissy's eyebrows twitched.

She looked away: "That's not the case."

"Yeah?"

Wayne slapped his palm and said suddenly: "By the way, you are the type who likes the big brother next door. Do you want to marry a man like that in the future?"

"Hey, that's enough. Don't challenge my patience." Veins appeared on Chris's forehead.

Soon she sighed in frustration again, with a melancholy expression. "It would be great if I could not get married."

"Huh?" Wayne said unexpectedly, "Why don't you want to get married? The first prince is very good."

It's just a little bit worse than me.

"My lifelong dream is to have enough food and clothing, and preferably to raise an obedient and cute dog, and live a life without worries at all." She sighed again, her tone heavy.

...If someone really doesn’t have to worry about her life, it can only be because everyone else has taken care of it for her, right?

"It sounds like marrying the first prince is achievable."

"Did you take the wrong medicine tonight? You've always been married." Chris looked suspicious.

"I met the first prince today - His Royal Highness Richard." Wayne said.

She already knew this. "So?"

"So, I don't think it would be surprising if Chris would like a boy like that."

"I told you I don't like it."

"real?"

"Really, really, really!" Chris grabbed his face and rubbed it.

"Everyone says that you are infatuated with the first prince."
Chapter completed!