Si Tu lowered his head and fiddled with the tassels hanging down from his waist, not seeing the light that flashed in Ella's eyes.

Oh, it turns out that she was just praising her own vision.

Waste of emotion.

"There are less than five hours until the dinner, my baby, you should rest well."

Ella glanced at the gold wall clock on the wall and urged her to go upstairs to rest.

Situ: Didn't she just wake up?

System: This is probably the daily life of a noble lady from the Orglis Continent.

Back in the room, Sasm followed her, as quiet as a lifeless log.

Lying in front of the window, Situ put his palms outside, feeling the cool autumn wind.

"Master, you will catch a cold."

The magnetic low voice sounded, but it lost its former look.

"Don't take my mother's words to heart."

Situ can guess what Ella can say.

Nothing more than nobility and slaves, status and status and the like.

Picking up the cloak from the coat post in the room, Sasm gently covered it over her.

"Master doesn't care, I don't care."

His eyes fell on her white and tender neck, and Sasm's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Those presumptuous eyes only came quietly when Si Tu turned his back to him.

Oh, don't you care?

If you don't care, there will be ghosts, and the blackening value will increase in vain?

Situ's room was on the third floor, and through the bright window, he could overlook half of the royal city.

You can even see the slums at a glance.

The ghetto and the aristocratic district are clearly separated, like two straight lines that will never intersect.

"Sasm, what kind of world do you expect?"

Is it devastated and mourning everywhere, or it is prosperous and peaceful, and it is peaceful and prosperous.

But when he thought of the doomsday in six months, Si Tu thought this question was ridiculous.

The world has never treated him favorably, and she has no right to ask him to retaliate with virtue.

It's not that she hasn't been to the arena, where the living conditions do not allow him to have the slightest soft-hearted.

Looking at the doves flying under the blue sky, Si Tu sighed,

"Forget it, this question doesn't make any sense."

Looking down her line of sight, Sasm fell into contemplation and blurted out his debut,

"I don't have the world I hope for. For me, whether the world is good or bad has nothing to do with me."

Because there is nothing to miss, so there is nothing to love.

But looking at the girl sitting in front of the window in a depressed mood, Sasm's heart that had been frozen for many years was cracked.

He didn't want to make her sad.

Perhaps, the existence of her in this world can still be reluctantly accepted.

"The world really sucks."

Shi Tu said in a low voice.

There is a clear class, people have been divided into high and low from birth, and they can't even get rid of the shackles of identity throughout their lives.

Such a life has no meaning at all.

"No, at least I met you, so it wasn't bad."

She reached out her hand at the time of his life and death, and took him out of that cannibalistic hell.

Facing the morning sun, the young man had a pair of black eyes shining brightly, and his face like an angel was pure and harmless.

He was completely different from Sasm, who was covered in the blood of others in Situ's memory.

Feeling the hesitation in the host's heart, the system will send warmth to the door in time.

So the host still wants to kill him?

Sensing that a hot gaze fell on his fragile neck, Situ gritted his teeth.

should do it

Those eyes were too dazzling, almost instantly, Si Tu fell into it.

"Did someone say you have beautiful eyes?"

Sasm bent over, the white gloves touched her tender cheeks, and those eyes still exuded a unique charm.

With four eyes facing each other, Sasm was fascinated by those eyes that were like bright gems.

He is willing to go through fire and water for the owner of these eyes, at all costs.

Submissive to the corner of her skirt, willing to be driven.

Slapped his hand off with a slap, and Si Tu's eyes quickly returned to clarity.

This thing is the reincarnation of the fox spirit, so it will attract people.

System: Why don't you say that you lack concentration?

"Pretty? That's not yours either!"

He had said this before at the award ceremony in the main hall.

Oh, what's the use of being pretty, or he was strangled to death.

The warmth of his fingertips dissipated abruptly, Sasmton felt a sense of loss, and his black eyes glowed with a lost glaze.

"I'm going to rest."

Thinking of the pain of suffocation, Si Tu didn't want to see him, and immediately issued an evacuation order.

Sasm got up slowly, and a tall figure walked out of the room.

With a click, the door was closed.

Sasm leaned his back against the cold wall, took off his white gloves, and revealed the fingertips that touched Si Tu's cheek just now, his eyes dark.

The tip of her tongue licked her fingertips, and it seemed that there was still a cold fragrance that was unique to her.

His kitten pushed him away, and it was really bad.

It was time for him to really consider Alice's suggestion, though.

Under the shroud of night, the entire royal city was brightly lit, and the area where the nobles lived looked extremely lively.

At the banquet hosted by Miss Agatha Beta, almost all the nobles of the royal city were invited.

Participating in banquets seems to have become a compulsory course for these nobles to pass their boring time.

Dozens of luxurious carriages were parked in front of the Beta Manor.

Just one common part on a carriage is enough to buy a month's worth of food for a poor family.

"This is Miss Situ's carriage, it looks very stylish."

Naturally, the so-called upper-class nobles are also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

And the Magritte family was fortunate to be in the front.

"Hey, why is there another one behind?"

The noble ladies chatted in low voices, full of curiosity.

"It is said that an uninvited guest came to Magritte Manor two days ago. It is estimated that this is her distant cousin."

The girl in the yellow skirt covered her mouth with a handkerchief, pretending to be surprised,

"What a distant cousin, isn't she the illegitimate daughter of Earl Magritte?"

Distant relatives do not have the treatment to be able to integrate into their circle.

The fact that Alice can come to the banquet is enough to prove that her identity is not simple.

All these whispers naturally fell into Situ's ears.

Oh, do you have nothing else to do all day, so idle?

Sasm stepped out of the carriage first and attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared on the stage.

"Which aristocrat's young master is this, why have you never seen him in the royal city?"

The girl's shyness and admiration are self-evident, but she was soon ridiculed by the girl in the yellow skirt,

"What young master, he is just a slave who crawled out of the arena."

Even if he was transformed into a deacon, it would not change the vile blood in his bones.

Sasm's drooping eyes shone with bloodthirsty dark light, but his wrists were wrapped in warmth.

Holding his wrist, Situ gracefully stepped out of the carriage with his skirt lifted.

No matter when, her exquisite dress can always attract the attention of noble girls in the royal city, and a new trend is emerging in the royal city