Chapter 109 / Don't ask me why the plot progresses so slowly!
ps: Yesterday and today, I just negotiated a business deal worth 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.
Removal
With the flying dragon black knight roaring, he flew over the sky, and the military parade for more than two hours ended.
With the announcement of the ceremony officer, the mass parade began, and at the same time, a faint sigh sounded from the aristocrats' viewing platform, and the aristocrats stood up from their seats, moving their stiff and erratic bodies.
Out of courtesy and respect for soldiers and soldiers, the Imperial Etiquette Code stipulates that at any military parade ceremony, no nobles should make loud noises or walk around casually, so it was not until the military parade that someone finally dared to stand up.
With the sound of footsteps leaving quickly, probably the sound of footsteps running towards the toilet, Yiwen Ian couldn't help but stretch his body and stood up.
"Master Ian." Aofeta, who had been standing in the distance of the viewing platform, walked up quickly and helped Yiwen Ian take over his coat. As the temperature gradually increased, he took off the middle.
"Hehe..." There was a faint laugh from behind, but Yiwen Ian didn't care. In the empire, even the most delicate young man would not run around with a maid all day like Yiwen Ian. So the appearance of Aofeta's inseparable steps could easily become a material for outsiders to attack him.
However, Yiwen Ian didn't care. People like him who stood at the forefront of the storm are always slandered without root causes. Even when he was doing research in Amelica's medicine in his previous life, there would be rude Amelica people who were sarcastic in person because they couldn't stand his identity as a Celestial man and his sickly appearance in a wheelchair. If he really wanted to care about such things and such people, then his previous life would not be enough.
Therefore, the kindness trained in the previous life can make Yiwen Ian skillfully ignore any unnecessary unnecessary things.
Putting the eyes of others behind his head, Ivan Ian asked the wolf girl who was actually one of his important lieutenants, "Have Father Abel and Lieutenant Scarine come?"
"I've arrived before, and sat in the spare seat in the back." Aofeta reported softly. One of her daily tasks was to handle every trivial matter that Ewen Ian ordered. If such trivial matters were to be handled one by one, it would accumulate inadvertently into something that should not be underestimated.
Yiwen Ian turned his head and looked, but there were aristocrats standing up and walking around everywhere, and they could not see the figures of the two.
"Tsk, I want to use his ability to do something." Yiwen Ian sighed a little, "But forget it, you will tell him how to do it at that time."
After saying that, Yiwen Ian turned around and looked at Feldnan, who was chatting with Arut, and gently owed his body: "Then, sir, I will send Aunt Shirley and Illey back first."
Feldnan had already learned about today's itinerary from Ewen Ian. He nodded: "Yes, pay attention on the road."
Hearing this, Arut raised his eyes slightly, his old face remained silent: "What? Are Sir Ian and his wife leaving now?"
"Master Arut." Yiwen Ian nodded at Arut's inquiry, "I feel a little uncomfortable today. So I'll send her away first and come back later."
"Oh...so that." Arut looked at Ivan Ian and slowly turned his gaze. "The wonderful performance at the float parade may be worth rushing back to see a..."
Speaking of the second half, Arut's voice was so small that it was like talking to himself.
But it was still enough to make Yiwen Ian hear it. He was stunned for a moment and reacted: "Thank you to remind me that I will definitely come back as soon as possible."
Lifting up, Yiwen Ian reached out to Shirley who was standing quietly beside him, and then touched Yili's head: "My mother, Yili, let's go."
Looking at Yiwen Ian's back as he left, Arut turned his head and looked at Feldnan: "Duke, you really have a good son..."
"Is that right..." Feldnan nodded, and in his black pupils that were exactly the same as Ian, there was a deep depth as the old man. "Then I will ask you to take care of me in the future."
Upon hearing this, Arut couldn't help laughing: "You are saying this: I, a man who was buried in the soil, had been buried in the coffin long before you abdicated!"
It took Shirley and Ilier to the carriage and then back from the audience. It took Yiwen Ian a total of more than 20 minutes. The time of the parade was not allowed to leave, so there were spectators everywhere during the end of the parade. It was okay to have guards when leaving. When I came back, there were only Aofeta left by Yiwen Ian, and there was no bonus to the uniform of the military constitutional officer. Even without the lineup on the rostrum, the people who could sit in the nobles' ceremonial area were all barons, military constitutional officers? What was that? People didn't even look at you if they didn't have a family emblem.
As for the iconic mask on Yiwen Ian's face... he put it in the carriage casually. In the next time, it would be better to have this thing than not.
While walking, Yiwen Ian checked what he wanted to use next. The Aophas was placed in the pocket of his uniform, three pairs of spare gloves were placed in his arms, and the pages were placed in various parts of the clothes. The Last Ninthian was slightly uncomfortable under his armpit, but the heavy feeling was very safe.
Although Yiwen Ian was very suspicious that he would not have time to pull out this huge pistol from his armpit. Unlike the suit in his previous life, the uniform of the military constitutional officer was not suitable for the action of quickly pulling out the hidden pistol.
After checking himself, Yiwen Ian raised his head: "Aofeta, the new equipment that Krell gave you..."
However, it was this turn of his head that allowed him to see a familiar figure, and it was obvious that the other party also saw him.
"..." A look of surprise appeared, and Ariet, who was following the little maid in men's clothing, returned to his calmness, took off his politeness, and gave a gentle salute, "Meet again, honorable gentleman."
"...Hello, is it...Sir Hogan?" Ivan Ian quickly searched in his mind and found out the pseudonym of Arret that he had almost forgotten.
"Ah! I didn't expect that I would have such an honor. You still remember me, but I'm just a flower shop, not a jazz." Erite also searched for memories in his heart. He remembered that when he first met, Yiwen Ian seemed to have applied a pseudonym. What was it? Because he was only concerned with excitement, he didn't remember it in his heart.
Fortunately, Yiwen Ian also forgot the pseudonym he had reported casually, and he didn't care: "You are here to watch the ceremony too? Sorry, when I saw you appear on this viewing stand, I thought--"
"Ah, this, I have some familiar noble friends, who are commercial exchanges. Today he has something to do, so he gave me the invitation letter." Erite made up a whole set of lies without blinking. "Because I was very curious about the army in Nanling, I came here with my followers. I just didn't know if I was not aristocratic, would I violate the laws of Nanling when I sat in the nobles' worship area?"
Looking at Arret's faint smile, Yiwen Ian felt a little dissatisfied. Although the two of them had probably known each other's true identities, they still had to communicate with each other in such a hypocritical way.
But what I think in my heart does not affect the surface: "Although I don't understand the law very much, I don't think I should. Since the invitation letter has been sent out, what the invitee wants to deal with is also something that the invitee can't control, right?"
"Haha..." Arret smiled and put his hat on again, "Sir... no, should you say jazz?"
He looked at Yiwen Ian with a slightly inquiry look. After seeing Yiwen Ian did not express his objection, Erite continued: "So where is your location, Mr. Jazz? After the ceremony is over, where will we go to have two drinks together?"
Looking at the smile on Arret's face, Yiwen Ian couldn't help but smile and pointed to the stairs leading to the rostrum: "Where should you go there together on the rostrum? There are many people who have left now. There should be an empty space. If you pay a little attention, no one will notice it."
"Oh?" Arret was stunned for a moment, and then tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, "Is it really OK?"
Yiwen Ian didn't say anything and made an invitation gesture.
"Then I'd rather obey my duty than respect..." Arret suppressed the excitement brought by his idol and nodded gently.
Bernard was very depressed, very depressed.
Originally, Azibert had agreed with him that he would not have to go to the military parade, but Bernard did not feel so wronged, because the activity that was heavy and boring, which was not suitable for him for several hours, even if he could not move.
In comparison, he wanted to have an unblocked meeting with the maids in the mansion while there was no one at home, and to have a daydream or something. This is the licentious life that nobles should have.
However, not long after Azibert left, before he could put his ideas into action, the housekeeper was hurriedly pulled out of bed. He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he was dragged all the way to the parade stage.
He was suppressed and knelt down to apologize to Mr. Feldnan as he had told him before, and then his father inexplicably scolded and slapped several times in the face.
Then he was driven off the stage.
There was nowhere to vent the shame, anger and grievance in his heart. Bernard kicked the carriage with tears in his face. He kicked it for more than ten minutes, and the left foot hurt. He was about to take a rest, but was caught by the black knight who suddenly appeared, saying that it was a special gift from the Grand Duke, allowing him to watch together.
What the hell is going on?!
Bernard sat in the spare seat with a blank look on his face for ten minutes, but he became even more painful-
God knows that when he got up from the bed, he was wearing only thin clothes. After sitting in the cold wind in the morning for more than ten minutes, he was almost frozen immediately! (To be continued.)