Duke Xavier's heart was shattered at this moment. He was really blinded by lard. Why did he believe Elder Anion's lies in the first place!
He was still too young, and even though he knew that the other party had a bad reputation within the school and was almost ruined, he was still deceived.
After this is accomplished, both the black and white paths will prevail, and we will be able to walk sideways on the Saigon continent.
He felt that he was afraid that he was going to die sideways.
The Duke looked disgusted: "I think it's not safe here anymore. I want to hide in the Kingdom of Bohemia for a few years and buy a coffin."
The Kingdom of Bohemia is the place with the best security in the entire Saigon continent. Many of the demons there are very polite and never cause trouble. It is said that there are even people who take the initiative to help old ladies cross the road. Many of them are law-abiding and good people.
The last person who dared to cause trouble there was the Bone Lord, about 560 years ago. Now the Dark Lord has completely disappeared and is said to have passed away peacefully.
The Duchess pursed her lips and smiled, as tenderly as water, and gently stroked her husband's back: "My dear, don't be so pessimistic. It's not necessarily a bad thing. In the worst case, I'll protect you."
Even though I have so much free time, I still practice hard and my ability to reason is still there."
Xavier was stunned and couldn't help but hold his wife in his arms, staring lovingly at her gentle face and arranging her golden hair.
It's obvious that the Duke loves his wife deeply, and even after nearly 30 years of marriage, he is still smitten with her.
Maybe it's because his wife is too low-key. He always subconsciously thinks that she is a weak woman and can't help but want to protect her.
For Xavier, the most proud thing in his life was not defeating several brothers and inheriting the family title.
He was only at the third level back then, but he took her home from the hands of countless strong men. His jaw dropped. He was only at the beginning of the fourth level now.
The Duke's family, which has been inherited for more than a thousand years, has no shortage of fourth-level strong men. There is even more than one strong man at the temple level (fourth-level high or fourth-level peak). He does not deny that the elders in the family let him go because of his wife.
He's in charge.
Helen Viggis Blois, the name of the current Duchess, was a beauty, but she was not a beauty, and her appearance could not compare with that of her daughter Catherine, let alone Kesa.
Her name is in some history books. About 50 years ago, she invented a mechanical camera that could take black and white photos.
She is 94 years old this year, 30 years older than her husband, but compared to her long life, she is still very young and has only spent about one-fifth of her life.
Compared to ordinary people, she is equivalent to a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
Xavier kissed her for a moment and asked, "Helen, what should I do?"
Caressing his face, the Duchess smiled: "I'll go talk to Catherine. Anyway, I gave birth to her in ten months of pregnancy. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, she is my daughter.
Maybe she will not recognize me as her mother in the future, but as long as she is by my side, I will love her."
Xavier sighed, he couldn't do this. He was afraid of Catherine and never dared to discipline her. His wife had always been educating her.
Catherine is not Xavier's biological daughter, but he has not been cheated on by anyone, because Catherine is not strictly anyone's daughter.
"Boom!"
The mother knocked on the door of her daughter's boudoir. Not long after, Catherine opened the door, held her hand and let her in.
The Duchess, who was wearing a white dress and had a gentle and virtuous temperament, picked up a black and white film photo on her daughter's dressing table and said in a surprised tone: "Is this the young man who stole my precious daughter's heart?"
This was taken by a neighbor before Catherine left. The background was beside the flower bed of the small villa. Catherine was holding Ren's neck from behind, smiling brightly, while Ren had an impatient look on his face.
The lady's voice was very soft. She held her shy daughter's hand and stared at the photo: "The expression is bitter and hateful, with a stubborn and cold face, and a bit of cynicism. Ha, it seems that I have been very depressed before.
Ah, I have experienced many severe beatings.
Such a little man is not only ignorant of style, but also very stubborn, but this is quite attractive to young literary and artistic women."
Catherine and her mother sat side by side on the mahogany bed, and she rested her head on her shoulder: "I don't know how to get along with him. He seems to dislike me."
The corners of her mouth curled up, and the Duchess stroked her daughter's cheek: "Of course, the other party is an emotional idiot at first glance, and he is also preoccupied, so the conversation is not very effective."
"Then what should I do?" Catherine was very confused, and the remaining woman didn't know what to do.
Her smile was a little narrow, and she whispered in her daughter's ear: "It's very simple, seduce him!"
Doesn't he live in the same villa with you? This time I go back and buy a few more sets of beautiful clothes. They are neither conservative nor revealing. They are half-covered and go shopping in front of him every day.
If you inadvertently give out some benefits, how can a young man with a strong temper still be able to withstand the temptation?"
Her face turned red, and Catherine was very shy: "I don't want to sleep with him."
"Do you want to invest your feelings and stay with him for the rest of your life?"
Catherine was embarrassed to reply, but the Duchess smiled elegantly and calmly: "You know, you have missed the time when he grew from a passionate young man to what he is now.
He is no longer ignorant and naive. He has his own values and is not easily influenced by others. He has reinvented himself once and has his own temper and way of doing things."
"Really?" Catherine raised her head, feeling a little disappointed: "Yes, he seems to be more mature than me, although I am 6 years older than him."
The Duchess looked directly into her daughter's eyes with gentle eyes: "It's not too late."
"What?" Catherine was confused.
After kissing her daughter's forehead gently, the lady picked up the comb on the bedside table and helped her daughter to arrange her long hair: "Prodigal sons are always like this. They yearn for freedom in their bones, the feeling of being unrestrained. They can live alone without a woman.
Of course, they are still young people after all, so they definitely don’t mind meeting a beautiful lady, or even sleeping with a few more beauties.”
The Duchess stood up, asked Catherine to sit in front of the dressing table, looked in the mirror, and arranged her daughter's appearance: "But they will still be confused, pursuing chic or ideals, but as they grow up, they have to face the cold reality, and the reality is not
If you rely on human will, you will sooner or later get a bloody head.
They seem to be mature, know a lot of truths, and seem to have seen through the world, but they don't understand responsibility and family, and they still have a youthful side.
Mental maturity never happens overnight. It doesn’t mean that you become mature and prudent after understanding some so-called great principles. Without calming down, real wisdom cannot be cultivated over time.”
Catherine smiled slightly, took her mother's hand, and turned to look at her: "Mom, what should I do?"
The Duchess looked nostalgic, and her elegant smile of a mature woman was intoxicating.
Every glance and every smile gives people a charming feeling. Although she is not particularly beautiful, she has a different kind of charm.
She opened her thin lips lightly and her voice was as soft as crisp: "So it's not too late, go and witness his growth. Love is never about an encounter or a hero saving a beauty, nor is it a simple desire.
Things like feelings either fade away over time and lose their color, or they slowly accumulate in daily life, settle in the heart, and remain fresh for a long time.
I don't think there are any special skills in falling in love. I just want to experience it with him and do something together.
He chops vegetables, you cook, wash each other's clothes, dance together, etc. In short, don't push everything to your partner, that is very selfish."
She didn't know what she thought of, but she suddenly smiled mischievously: "Also, men like the new and dislike the old, so don't let him lose the sense of freshness."
Catherine didn't know why: "What?"
"Learn more, increase your knowledge, and always have a common topic..."
Catherine's face turned red. She grabbed her hand and shook it in embarrassment: "Mom, please be more serious."
The Duchess smiled brightly and let go of the steering wheel lightly: "Don't be embarrassed, free your brain and use your imagination. Men are cheap! You can't let him get tired of eating the food in the bowl and salivating in the pot.
For example, your dad wants to save face, so I have to pretend to be stupid so as not to steal his limelight, especially in front of outsiders, I must satisfy their vanity..."
Catherine was stunned, and she found that her brain was a little exhausted.
The female driver disagreed. She had just started the car and hadn't drifted around the corner yet.
When she was driving, those bitches couldn't even see her taillights.