What do we men mean?

It made me seem to be attacking Constans, and it made me think in the lower body. Did Felletlia misunderstand something?

As I walked back, I suddenly stopped and found that Felletlia seemed to have really misunderstood.

I swallowed, she wouldn't have misunderstood that I thought Constans was crying and making a fuss, and then softened, feeling that the best way to not let Constans tell her the secret that she was a man was to take this French girl for herself, but under pressure from her, and then I didn't know what to do, so I kicked the ball to her?

Looking back in horror, looking at the empty corridor stairs, I didn't find the crazy female psychopath who was carrying two kitchen knives. By the way, isn't Felletlia sick? And Felletlia... Forget it, if I don't mention this word, when I mention it, I can't help but think of a pink-haired female man with blood all over her body and a sharp knife. She really encountered a god and killed the god, and saw the Buddha and destroyed the Buddha, and refused to recognize the relatives. Whoever got on the street, then, ask for blessings. Maybe my friend who talked to you today will be reported to be dismembered and abandoned in the wilderness the next day. Even if Felletlia was sick, she was not sick to that extent... Maybe! I think so.

Of course, I don't rule out that during the time I walked down the stairs, she burst out an amazing little universe, punching the bricks between the second and first floors with her fists, and then doing some crazy things on the first floor. But that kind of thing will only happen in fantasy or urban special abilities, isn't it?

I just raised my steps, and I was surprised to find that Felletlia's behavior was too abnormal.

The reaction she had just reacted and what she said meant, no matter how she looked, it seemed like she had acquiesce!

Is this possible?

But reality has happened!

I had a very bad feeling. I had a premonition that when I opened the door of the room where Constans was once again, I would find that everything that happened there would subvert my perception. At that time, I was afraid that I could not help but complain. My future wife, Feritrea, is a Super Saiyan. In her eyes, I am a fighter. Of course. She may also call herself a terminator and travel through time and space to come here. The mission and purpose are to take me to save the world, because in a while, the earth will be invaded by aliens. I must bring the earth's technology from the era of queuing guns to the level of Gundam robot fighting within three or four years. The ultimate goal is to conquer the stars and seas... I scolded the next door. If this is the case, I will die.

When I returned to the room where Constans were slightly uneasy, they were still the same together. The French girl Constans was still sitting on the sofa of the church with her limbs intact and no blood splashed five feet, praising God!

"The clothes will be delivered soon."

Constans responded softly.

"You are tempted me because you and I are the daughter of the Duke of Orleans, right?"

"Yes."

"You are not sure that a dignified duke's daughter will be used as a traded item. Are you?"

"almost."

"But in the Netherlands, they have traded me as a commodity once."

"I know, but I also know that if I don't want to be ambushed again, I have to be more careful. At that time, who knows if I can survive from the French."

"But now I've passed the test, right?"

"Yeah..." I responded reluctantly. I didn't even test it.

"Praise the Lord!...! I finally made the right choice!"

After Constans said this emotion happily, his whole body changed as soon as he said it. In an instant, I seemed to see the Duke of Orleans in Versailles and the French girl from Constantinople. Is this the legendary Trinity?

"I want a palace!"

Well?

What?

"I want a house with at least fifty rooms. Four halls, three-story palaces. It is best to have a mountain or a hunting ground at the back of the palace. There is a wide lawn in front and a fountain on the green lawn. Don't have too many servants, only one hundred people are enough. Whether or not speaking French does not matter. I know Greek or German anyway, but if four of them are grooms, I want three carriages that can be pulled by four big horses. The best horse's bloodline is yours

The purebred horses produced by pagans in the east are best for chefs, but you Greeks can do it, anyway, they can't come from Germany. I can't eat German food, and I don't want English ones. Also, I used to buy clothes from Versailles to make them, but I can't bring those people over. Who knows if one of them is a spy? So, do you know any good craftsmanship masters in Constantinople?"

"By the way, I don't spend much money a month. Apart from buying clothes and reading books, I will occasionally go out to draw and hunt. If there is a hunting ground behind the palace, I will only be five or sixty thousand francs a month."

Three or more than 40,000 francs a month is not too much... I can use it to maintain an infantry regiment!

"Five, sixty thousand francs?"

"But a lot of my clothes are in Versailles, so if I want to re-customize a batch, it will cost at least three or four million francs."

I almost fainted by the number three to four million.

As Constans counted his fingers and said all kinds of data, I interrupted her: "Wait, why did you tell me this?"

Constans said with a proper face: "I passed your test, I will be your woman from today on, and you should be responsible for raising me in the future. Shouldn't I tell you all my habits?"

It turns out that this series of numbers are all mistress maintenance fees!

Three or four million, plus a palace, which are considered the specifications. This palace is worth at least two million, more than five million. If this number is put into the future, it would be more than one billion. Use more than one billion to raise a mistress... This is really high-quality. Are you a Constans made of diamonds?

"But I won't spend all the millions at once. Because a set of clothes is only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, like this one on the ground, it is actually only 24,000 francs. If you re-customize it, take it slowly, one piece a month..."

I looked at the skirt with a bad texture in surprise. This thing costs more than 24,000 francs!

With a plop, I don’t know if it was my illusion, but a dull sound came from the upstairs.

"But, you can take all these things slowly. I think the most important thing is that you should spend six days with me a week, and on Sunday night, you have to go home to bed, and have breakfast with me every morning..."

"Miss Duke of Orleans, it seems you have misunderstood something."

Constans, who was counting his fingers with great enthusiasm, blinked in confusion: "Misunderstanding?"

"I said you passed the test, but I didn't say that passing the test is equivalent to admitting that you are my woman."

"What?" Constans' expression stuttered, then she showed an incredible expression. The next second she wasn't sure what she heard in the first few breaths. She asked, "What did you say just now?"

"You passed the test, but I didn't say that passing the test is equivalent to admitting that you are my woman. The meaning of the test you passed is that you have no malice, I can lend a helping hand to you, and that's all, please don't think of going anywhere else."

"You are making fun of me again, right?" The plot of twists and turns made Constans look horrified.

"I'm very serious, Miss Duke of Orleans."

She was stunned for a moment before she came back to her soul, and then she showed a sudden enlightenment: "Actually, I don't care about palaces and clothes, I just need to find a quiet manor..."

"Miss Duke of Orleans..."

"I can not want a manor, clothes, servants! I don't want anything, I will be with you!" Constans shouted, closing his eyes and closing his eyes.

"Miss Duke of Orleans..."

I called Constans.

To be honest, if I really wanted to have a mistress, I would be scared away by Constans' sky-high maintenance fee. Pennyvis and Assassin took away only a thousand dollars from my pocket every month, less than one-tenth of this girl. But the problem is, I don't want to have a mistress!

"Please stop making trouble, okay, my patience is limited. And as you can see, I already have a woman."

"That Prussian prince..." Constans mentioned that Felletlia's eyes were complicated and jealous. After a breath, Constans took a deep breath, "I will not give up!"
Chapter completed!