The description of the East in the songs of the troubadours was that it was a rich golden country with red walls and golden tiles and green trees. Qu Fuer looked around with wide eyes. The buildings, clothes, and people's expressions were completely different from Elima's. Even though they all had oriental faces, Qu Fuer felt that she was so out of place.

  Their carriage was painted red with a gold roof, and there was an exceptionally soft cushion inside. Qu Fuer touched it timidly. It was made of top-quality silk. She looked at Jasmine hesitantly, but Jasmine reached out and pulled her up, "Come on up, Sister Fuer!"

  She was still wearing old clothes, which were Elima's narrow skirts. However, the long skirts of Mingxia women were as light as gauze, with various patterns embroidered on them. Their hair was high and their white faces were painted with charcoal. Their eyebrows were painted like willow leaves. Most of them had flowers pasted on their foreheads, some red, some yellow, and some green. Qu Fuer knew this. She saw Jasmine also had flowers pasted on her forehead before. The girl occasionally pasted a small plum blossom on her forehead, or two diamond flowers on her lips. When she smiled, they sparkled on the dimples, which was very beautiful. The lips were dyed red with rouge, bright red, which was different from Elima's women. Even Yin Ge didn't dare to use such a bright red. Qu Fuer looked at the women in the streets and alleys in surprise. They were so frank and proud to show off their beautiful neck lines and white skin on their chests. Is this what the East is like? She looked down at her narrow skirt and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

  Jasmine snuggled up on the pillow. A maid had already brought her some fruits and dried fruits. "Sister Fu'er, come and have some fruit. Although Lanhai Town is close to the sea, there is a desert in the south with plenty of sunlight, so the fruits are especially delicious."

  Fu'er looked at Jasmine enjoying the service from others so calmly, and she was somewhat flattered. The maid with lowered eyebrows also brought her fruits, and Fu'er nodded to thank her, but she was surprised in return.

  "Sister Fu'er, you don't need to say thank you to servants." Jasmine said with a smile, "Their job is to serve you. If you say thank you, they will think they have done something wrong."

  Fu'er looked at Jasmine in surprise. She didn't expect to hear such words from Jasmine. Along the way, Jasmine was so easy-going and kind, but in the East, is there a saying of upper class and lower class?

  She turned to look at the maids. It seemed that they didn't care about what Jasmine said. They followed the carriage forward with bated breath.

  The sea breeze blew towards Qu Fuer's face with a fishy smell. She gently sniffed the strange smell, feeling somewhat emotional.

  Is this the continent where her mother once lived, the hometown where she once lived...

  When Nefer saw Duke Hazaro who had been waiting for him, he quickly saluted, "Duke."

  Damis saw Nefert's respectful look and said with emotion, "Nefert, we are at home now, you should call me uncle." This is also his nephew, and also Milani's son, but he and Cesare are completely different. He motioned Nefert to sit down, and Nefert walked to the chair and sat down.

  "Uncle," he said.

  "I will lead the team to Dark Whisper City this time. Cesare has arranged for the Wind Wolf Squad and the Ice Wolf Squad to go with us." The Duke carefully explained the next arrangements to Nefer. He saw that Nefer looked calm and did not seem to be afraid of going to Dark Whisper City. He just thought that this was because Nefer had lived in the seminary for a long time and did not understand the dangers of the war.

  However, Nefer was silent for a moment after the Duke finished speaking, and then said, "If the dragons are unwilling to hand over the antidote, then I will have to go to the Whisper Forest."

  "You?" the Duke was surprised.

  "I am the most suitable candidate, right?" Nefert said with a calm expression.

  The Duke rarely looked at his nephew so seriously. In his impression, Nefer had always been a quiet and introverted child hiding in the corner. But now he was going to volunteer to go to the Whisper Forest?

  "You are such a filial child," the Duke sighed. He naturally attributed Nefert's courage to his filial piety to Melanie.

  Nefert did not answer, he just looked at the Duke calmly.

  "My mother is a very pitiful person." After a moment, Nefer suddenly said, "If possible, I hope to take her out to live after I come back. I have saved some money over the years, plus the inheritance left by my father, it should not be a problem to buy a small house for her."

  The Duke had a complicated expression. The alienation that Nefert mentioned made him feel a little disappointed. Of course, he knew how his wife and children treated Melanie. Sometimes, he even felt a little impatient with his sister. She was so nervous and fragile. If it weren't for... if it weren't for her other son...

  "I will talk to Cesare. I don't think he will reject my idea. After all, he is not the only son of my mother. Don't you agree, uncle?" Nefere smiled faintly, but the Duke felt that this expression was familiar. He suddenly remembered that this was the expression Cesare often wore on his face. The arrogance was high and mighty, and even had a bit of compassion. The Duke frowned slightly, and he suddenly doubted his long-standing judgment.

  Lancer and Lindsay's marriage was arranged with the help of their fathers. At the engagement party, Duke Hazaro was drunk, which was rare. Some people thought that this was because the Duke really loved his eldest son, and they couldn't help but think that Miss Lindsay had indeed found a good husband; others thought that this was because the Duke was about to visit the Secret Language City and he was uneasy. What was even more surprising was that Duke Lorenzo also attended the engagement party. He brought the Pope's blessing, which made the nobles present jealous of the couple on the stage. In short, the engagement party went smoothly, and Lancer finally kissed Lindsay deeply as a fiancé with the blessings of everyone.

  At the reception after the wedding banquet, Duke Lorenzo was surrounded by people, and even his mother couldn't get close to her son. Cesare handled the greetings, inquiries, and lively conversations from the nobles or their daughters with ease. He raised his glass and took a sip at a time until he saw his brother standing opposite him with a slightly unhappy look, "I said, do you want to die?"

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  "Ah, our Lord Nefer, it's you." Cesare raised his glass and saluted the other party. He said goodbye to the ladies who wrapped him in a friendly manner, then walked to his brother and said, "Take me away, immediately."

  Nefer raised an eyebrow, "I see you are quite comfortable with it."

  "I'm tired." Cesare said, "I want to see my mother."

  Nefer nodded, "Come with me, she has been wanting to see you for a long time."

  Lindsay looked at the most dazzling black-haired man in the crowd, and saw him walking into the corridor with his brother. She thought to herself that she had chosen Lancer after all. She was a pragmatic woman, unlike those women who had been around Cesare just now, dreaming unrealistic dreams. Compared to the high and mighty Cesare, perhaps a weak and incompetent man like Lancer could be controlled by her.

  For example, Rebecca... Lindsay looked at the woman with long silver-white hair, her eyes were so naked, and she had been sticking to Cesare since just now. She was a cunning woman, because of her blood relationship with Cesare, she was unscrupulously holding Cesare's arm - Lindsay thought secretly in his heart, don't dream, Rebecca, who do you think you are.

  "Lindsay, you're here."

  She was in a daze when she suddenly heard the voice of her fiancé. She turned around and looked at Lanser with a smile.

  "Lance, my dear." She stretched out her hand and was held in the man's arms.

  "They are all waiting for us to have our first dance. Can I, my dear?" Lancer grabbed Lindsay's hand and gently kissed it on his lips.

  "Of course." Lindsay calmly withdrew her hand, and then she was led by Lancer to the middle of the dance floor. The band played music at the right time, and young men and women happily turned to the dance floor and began to dance.

  But Silver Dove did not get involved.

  She raised her glass and looked at the couples dancing on the dance floor.

  This kind of environment was unfamiliar to her, and she was willing to hide in the corner, and maybe she could even quietly leave in a while. Yavni was looking for his wife in the crowd, and when he saw her hiding in the corner, he pulled her out and wanted to dance with the silver dove.

  "I'm not very good at this kind of dance..." Silver Dove whispered in Yavni's ear.

  "It's okay, I'll teach you." Yaweni said to Yinge with a smile. This was a dance he had been familiar with since childhood. It was not a challenge to teach a girl. However, just as he finished speaking, the girl with honey-colored hair stepped on his foot. Yinge showed a rare embarrassed expression on her face. She buried her head in Yaweni's shoulder, "It's all your fault. I said I couldn't do it..."

  Her tone was so gentle that Yawenni felt his heart melt. He hugged his wife tightly and said, "It's okay. Let's take it slow."

  Then he saw a shy and delicate smile on his wife's face - of course, others saw that smile too.

  "That's the silver dove?"

  "Yeah...that's Silver Dove, the prostitute."

  The whispers from the people around them naturally reached the ears of the Hasaro family. After Lancer finished a dance with Lindsay, they exchanged dance partners on the dance floor. He quietly moved closer to Yavni, and his dance partner became Silver Dove.

  "Ah..." Silver Pigeon suddenly left him, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at dancing." The girl was like a panicked pigeon, but Lanser held her hand tightly, "It's okay, I can teach you."

  He whispered in Silver Dove's ear, "You're embarrassing me. That's not good."

  Yinge was a little unhappy. Even though she was a novice in such high-level social occasions, it didn't mean that she didn't understand men. In other words, she might understand what men are like better than all the women present.

  She deliberately kept a distance from Lancer, but her eyes did not meet his. "Thank you very much, brother." She followed Avni's example and called him brother.

  Lanser put one hand around Yinge's waist and gently rubbed her waist with his fingers. No man had ever made Yinge so disgusted. "I envy Yavni." He continued to whisper in Yinge's ear.

  "Avennie and I sincerely wish you and Miss Lindsay to live happily together forever." Silver Dove said politely and frankly.

  "Oh, look, that whore is dancing with Lancer."

  Someone started whispering again, and the unpleasant sound reached Silver Dove's ears. She didn't care about the whispers, but her identity was different at the moment. She was Yawenni's wife, and she couldn't let the young and sensitive man get hurt.

  Before the song was over, she stepped on Lancer's shoes again, and then she said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I'm really not very good at dancing. I would be more nervous dancing with a man other than my husband..." She hurriedly left the dance floor, squeezed into the crowd, and then disappeared.

  Lanser looked at the woman, feeling angry. How many times has she dodged him, Lanser thought, looking at his brother who was laughing foolishly in the crowd, what's so good about Yawenni, why did that promiscuous bitch follow him so wholeheartedly?

  Nephilim stood nearby, watching Cesare's reunion with his mother like an outsider.

  He folded his arms and leaned against the door, while the woman in the room cried and held Cesare's face in her arms, refusing to let go.

  That kind of emotion is really sigh-worthy, Nefert thought, what a deep affection between mother and son - but that woman is also his mother, and that man is his brother.

  He turned around and closed the door. He thought he should calm down to prevent some evil thoughts from flooding his mind again. He walked towards the party, but he heard the whispers along the way.

  Then he saw Silver Dove push Lancer away and run away from the crowd—

  "Why are you pretending to be innocent?" Nephiel heard someone whispering beside him. He stopped and then stayed in the darkness without making a sound.

  "It is said that Lancer has wanted to sleep with her for a long time, but she never gave Lancer a chance." said another person.

  "He has no chance now. Yinge is his sister-in-law now."

  "In my opinion, that's a better chance. Once Duke Hazaro leaves, won't Lanser have the final say in this family?"

  Nephiel glanced back at those people. He vaguely recognized them as the noble playboys who often hung out with Lanser. He was inexplicably angry and even wanted to beat up those bastards.

  This feeling was so unreasonable that even Nefert himself was a little surprised.

  However, along with the dirty words of those men, the scene of that night suddenly emerged in his mind - it was a scene that was too charming and enchanting, and the naked body of the woman was like a magical poem, lingering in his mind.

  Nefer fled to Hasaro's garden. It was already late autumn, and the tall, dense maple leaves made the scenery look particularly magnificent. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and he walked on them, making a crunching sound.

  The cold air made his mind a little clearer. He silently chanted the holy name of the Goddess in his heart, trying to clear his mind of distractions.

  He turned around a high holly wall. He remembered that there was a fountain in the front. It was a small scene he particularly loved. When he was a child, he often sat there, staring at the fountain for a whole day, even though no one at home could find him. Then even his mother forgot about him...

  However, when Nefert first arrived there, he hesitated.

  The woman sitting by the fountain also looked up at the man who suddenly appeared. Their eyes met, but then they looked away.

  Nefer turned around and tried to leave, he felt as if his heart was beating like a drum.

  But soon he heard the woman's voice, coming slowly as usual, but with a hint of hoarseness and tears.

  "You think I'm dirty and bad, too, don't you?"

  Nefert stopped, looked back, and saw that Silver Dove had calmed down, but her eyes were a little red, but her tears had been wiped away.

  "No," Nefert said, "I was wondering if I was bothering you."

  Yinge shook her head. "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." She stood up and patted her luxurious dress. "By the way, I've always wanted to say sorry to you."

  "Why?" Nefert raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl who had calmed down. He couldn't guess what was in her mind.

  "I lied to you." Silver Dove said, her smile a little shy, "I'm sorry, I didn't think we would meet again at that time, so I lied to you and said I was a clerk in a candy store... I didn't expect you to be Yawenni's cousin, and the witness of our wedding."

  But Nefert waved his hands, indicating that he didn't care.

  Silver Dove nodded, "Those days... Thank you." She seemed to remember something and continued, "I said I would be a good wife, please believe me."

  Nefer wanted to ask her why she told me this, and what did it have to do with whether his marriage to them was happy or not? He was just a witness, and a witness who had no interest in this marriage and no sincere blessing in his heart. When he suddenly realized this, the girl had already left with her skirt lifted. He stared at the girl's back in a daze, and realized that his heart was not so calm.