"You!" said a word that made the princess angry enough. Rowling looked at Caesar with interest. Ordinary men saw that they showed their interest without exception. Although some people would pretend to be serious, the desire in their eyes could not be concealed... Of course, there would be a few noble people out of appreciation, but the man in front of them didn't take them seriously at all, as if he said that this kind of thing was too ordinary.

Caesar didn't think so, but he really didn't feel amazing. First of all, Caesar was not the kind of person who was flirting with the grass, and Elina and Clara had already made him unable to tolerate other women.

"Sir, please don't be angry. I am Grand Secretary Rowling. This is Princess Jingyue of the Principal of Su Switzerland and the daughter of the Grand Duke. We have something to do and want to ask you for help."

"Hmph, Rowling talked about something with him, and he sold him if he didn't obey."

"Princess, this matter requires the cooperation of this gentleman."

Caesar looked at Rowling, "Do you know the magician?"

The princess smiled proudly, "Hmph, rusty bun, you asked the right person. The great Maxima is my father's friend. He also came when I got married. How about it? Do you want to learn from a master? I don't think you have that qualification!"

Rowling figured out something, "How about you help us accomplish something, and how about we give you a chance to meet the magician?"

Rowling could see at a glance that the young man in front of him was not a threat, and that this matter required cooperation, and he would be exposed if he was accidentally exposed, so he should be soft.

"make a deal!"

This is what Caesar needs most now.

"Very good, princess, you should shake hands with this gentleman, hoping to cooperate without interruption."

"Rolling, who knows if he will pass."

"Don't worry, this gentleman will definitely pass, by the way. Your name?"

"Caesar, Caesar? Alexander!"

Caesar never changed his name or changed his surname.

Princess Jingyue pouted, "Hmph, the person is not very good, but the name is very nice. Being able to shake hands with this princess is really a blessing from your third hand."

When Rowling heard this name, he remembered something. It was not so clear.

Caesar was originally disdainful of such a woman who likes to be tantrums, but at that moment he seemed to see Clara's shadow, and his eyes instantly became melancholy.

Rowling kept observing Caesar, and her heart trembled when she looked at her with deep and hesitant eyes, and those eyes seemed to attract his soul like the sea.

Just a moment of favor, Caesar decided to help the princess, restrain herself from thinking too much, he had to find Marton to end his affairs as soon as possible.

Rowling cleared her throat. He said the story in general that the Principality of Suzhou and Switzerland was not a rival to the two empires in terms of land area and national strength, but it should not be underestimated. The strategic position is very important, and it has not suffered from war.

The military power is relatively complete and the economic reserves are sufficient, so the Kingdom of Cagliari and the Ottoman Empire are very fond of, and from time to time, dignitaries from two countries come to propose marriage. It is obvious that they force Su and Switzerland to decide their position. It is impossible to please both sides these days.

In this regard, the Grand Duke prefers Prince Marty of the Kingdom of Cagliari. The conditions they offer are very favorable. Even if a war occurs, Cagliari does not need Su Switzerland to send troops. It only requires a certain amount of economic support and transportation convenience. At the same time, it is willing to provide an invincible ironclad ship as a dowry.

This was an extremely tempting. So the grandfather wanted to agree, but the princess had seen the Marty Fat Pig, and his son was probably also a little fat pig, and they were coming in a while, so they had to find a fake prince to make trouble.

And Caesar is their candidate.

"I will follow your arrangements, but whether it succeeds or not can be guaranteed."

"Haha, that's great. Come on. Take Mr. Caesar to take a shower and change clothes first."

After Caesar left, the princess sat down angrily. "Rolling, do you really think he can do it? This guy doesn't like it, don't mess up my plan!"

"Don't worry, princess, I don't know why, but I have a very wonderful feeling that he fits more than we imagined!"

Rowling was full of confidence and she also had a certain degree of physiognomy. Caesar gave her a very wonderful feeling, not an ordinary royal appearance.

The princess was waiting bored, while Rowling was savoring the fragrant tea slowly. She had a little expectation.

After a while, Caesar came out...it seemed to be a lit up in the whole room. When the maid stepped back, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Jing Yue looked up and wanted to get angry. When she saw Caesar's throat, she swallowed it back...Caesar in front of her looked like a prince than a prince.

A full aristocratic uniform fully highlighted his perfect proportion of figure. His black half-length hair was a little starry, with a handsome face, a cold look, and an elegant temperament... he looked like a prince charming.

After watching for a while, the two women realized that they were a little disobedient. Jing Yue couldn't help but mutter, "I can't tell that she is still a little white-faced."

Rowling smiled indifferently and praised her from the bottom of her heart, but unfortunately Caesar ignored this.

After the maid took Caesar away, Princess Jingyue hid her feet angrily, "Rolling, you see how proud that boy is, as if he is really a prince, he is simply ignoring us!"

Rowling covered her mouth and smiled: "The famous Princess Jingyue is also ignored, it is not like your style."

"Hmph, this little brat fell into my palm. Let's see how I deal with him. Hehe, the good show is still behind!" Princess Jingyue thought of n tricks and felt very happy immediately.

Caesar sat quietly in the living room waiting for the first lesson of the prince's training program. After a while, an arrogant and tall Obasan, who looked like Chang'e... a long goose, walked in, and behind him was Rowling who was smiling.

"Prince Caesar, now you have to forget everything before, and we will change our title. This is Mrs. Baofari, the most famous and strict court etiquette officer. She has retired for many years. She is only willing to come from the princess for her sake. I hope you can study hard.

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Caesar nodded. It was obvious that Rowling was a smart woman, so they shouldn't lie to him, and he had no choice now.

Mrs. Baofari gently knocked her hand with a small wooden stick, "Prince Caesar, declare my three requirements in advance, one is serious, the other is serious, and the third is serious. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

When Mrs. Baofari started class, Rowling also flashed. This Mrs. Baofari... was so scary. She looked like a witch when she was angry. The mother Yasha and her mother. The princess's move was really... poisonous.

She and the princess hid in the next room and peeked, making Caesar suffer a little.

"Okay, just understand. Royal etiquette is a great question. It is difficult to perfect every few years or even longer, but we don't have that time, so you must work hard to get rid of those bad habits, first of all, sit down!"

Madame Bovary held her glasses and was about to start scolding... and stopped abruptly, looking at Caesar up and down. Hell, his head was very straight.

It is slightly thirteen degrees, with a calm shoulder, no straight back erect, and no forward bow. You should know that the noble royal family will not be as serious as soldiers, nor can they bow like civilians... This kid has a good grasp of the standards.

The expression on his face is also very good, a little cold, but it suits his face shape and identity very well.

The legs are still very swaying... Overall, it looks very imposing.

Is it dazzled? Didn’t the princess say he was a gangster picked up on the street?

This is a sitting posture with ten years of experience!

Princess Jingyue and Rowling laughed behind the wall. This time Caesar was dead. There were several nobles who were scolded by Mrs. Bovary. Although etiquette taught etiquette, their personality was extreme. On the one hand, there were extremely strict etiquette.

The other side looks like a super shrew.

"Ahem, the sitting position is OK. Stand up and walk a few steps and I'll take a look!"

Mrs. Baofari tried her best to hold back her anger. This was the first student who gave her no chance to teach her a lesson. Instead, she was a little unhappy. She was even more surprised that the princess and Grand Secretary Rowling were also scolded so badly at that time... And he passed the first level like this. Looking closely, the sitting posture named Caesar was really super correct, like a textbook.

Caesar didn't care. He stood up and walked a few steps casually. After walking five steps, Madame Bovary called to stop. Caesar stopped and Madame Bovary pressed her forehead.

Jingyue behind her happily covered her mouth, hehe, the witch is about to explode. Poor Caesar, God bless you, but Rowling saw the problem.

Sure enough, the witch did not transform, and she suppressed her anger and showed an elegant and implicit smile, "It's pretty good, let's go on the next project."

Jing Yue's smile froze immediately, and she looked at Rowling in disbelief. Rowling could only nod helplessly. Caesar left just now, and his casual expression seemed to be a noble prince. Tsk, a strange person.

"Hmph, it must be a coincidence, but there is no show later. The civilians have never heard of those things!"

Mrs. Bovary clapped her hands and asked Caesar to sit at the dining table. The maids started serving the dishes.

"You can start, this is your lunch."

The maid placed a very exquisite small bowl of water in front of Caesar's ground, with a few slices of clear lemon floating on it, emitting a faint refreshing smell.

"Rolling, I bet he will drink it as a drink!"

Unfortunately, Princess Jingyue didn't finish her words, Caesar put his right hand in, rubbed it casually for a few times, took the tissue handed over by the maid and wiped it.

Then I started eating the food. The order, technique, and expression of the food were completely habits, and the natural prince.

Madame Bovary's face began to change and became more and more gloomy. When Caesar finished eating the last fruit, he finally left wildly and shouted, "Jingyue, you damn girl, find someone to play tricks on me!" Then he rushed out.

Caesar took a casual look at Jingyue and Rowling, but Jingyue was shocked. After that, the witch got angry, but Caesar's casual look was cut in his eyes by Rowling.

What a strange man, these things are not something that ordinary people can contact, even ordinary nobles cannot do, but looking at his appearance, it is like a daily habit, it is really a ghost.

Did you really pick up a prince?
Chapter completed!