Chapter 63 The advantage is mine!

Braut didn't stay in Deya's villa for long.

As a civil servant, he should have been at work today, but he just found an excuse to leave his job and come to deliver something to Deya.

After having the porters carry the bodies in sacks to Deya's basement, Berlot prepared to leave.

"Blaut, I heard that you are courting Baron Eddie's daughter? Just in time, I have reserved a seat for you at Lily's World this Sunday.

Anyway, the seat has been reserved for you. It's up to you whether you can ask Miss Baroness out. "

Deya took out an envelope similar to an invitation from his arms and shook it at Brout twice.

As he was about to leave, Braut's eyes lit up, and he suppressed his excitement and patted Deya on the shoulder and said, "Deya, I didn't expect you to still remember this.

But I have to correct you on one point, I am not pursuing you, I am just trying to discuss with Miss Baroness whether we are suitable for each other. "

Deya rolled his eyes at him.

Although the words were spoken obscurely, Deya still couldn't understand what Braut meant.

Doesn't that mean you want to use pursuit as a means to trick someone into bed?

Despicable means!

Before leaving, Braut whispered mysteriously, "How is your relationship with Lamia Capet?

I see you guys have been living together, so you must be very close.”

Seeing the winking look on Blaute's face, Deya snorted and said, "She always wants me to marry her, but I won't be fooled. Marriage is a grave!"

"This……"

Braut hesitated for a moment and said, “I think Miss Capet is different from Miss Baroness. She is a suitable marriage partner in terms of both status and appearance.

Of course, I don't know her personality, so if she's the same as Princess Theresa, just ignore what I said.

Deya, if you become a duke in the future, don’t forget me, your brother. I don’t want to be a civil servant for the rest of my life! "

Deya laughed and scolded him, telling him to get out.

After Brout left, Deya returned to the study holding the thick documents Brout had brought him.

Fortunately, Patricia and Lamia did not quarrel while he was away.

Miss Witch stopped her 'cultivation' at this time, and sat gracefully on the sofa, with her hands gently placed on her thighs.

She is always serious and has a cold expression, making her look more like a beautiful doll.

Instead, the real puppet was sitting in the void, sipping black tea, flipping through the magazine in his hand, and giving his comments from time to time.

Deya did not sit back in the chair behind his desk, but sat down next to Lamia.

His weight caused the sofa to sway slightly, causing the witch's delicate body to tremble.

Deya picked up the document with his left hand and read it carefully, while his right hand fell on Lamia's thigh and gently kneaded it.

Unfortunately, Lamia was dressed too conservatively, and all Deya could feel with his hands was the softness of the fine fabric, not the warmth of the girl's thighs.

The witch just glanced at Deya's hand and didn't stop him.

For Deya, this has become a habit.

Before he traveled through time, when he was with his girlfriend, whether they were eating or watching a movie, he liked to pinch the girl's thighs, which were soft and smooth.

"What conspiracy are you thinking of?"

Lamia saw Deya looking at the documents in his hand, watching him frown and nod from time to time.

"You seem to dislike these 'plots' you mention."

Deya put the document down temporarily and asked with a smile.

“I’m afraid most people won’t like it.”

"Well, you're right. People who are good at using those conspiracies always give people the impression of being gloomy, sinister, and not good people."

Deya nodded in acknowledgment, and then he changed the subject: "If you are just an ordinary person, your idea is correct.

But Lamia, you have to remember that your father is the Duke of Capet of the Narbo Empire. If you want to find the murderer who killed your parents, sometimes you need these calculations.

Unless you have strong strength, such as reaching the 8th or 9th ring in a short time, you can do what you want. Lamia was silent for a while, and she shook her head slightly and said, "I can't get such strength in a short time."

Deya's hand fell on the girl's shoulders, ruffling her inky hair.

He curled the witch's hair with his index finger and whispered, "So, when we are weak, we have to use other means to make up for it. We have to admit our weakness."

Patricia put down the magazine in her hand, and Miss Doll raised her chin slightly, looked at Lamia mockingly and said, "Oh, naive girl!"

"It's better to be naive than to fall into the lust for power and become corrupted. I've seen too many people like this in the past. They just make people sick."

Lamia said coldly.

Deya nodded in approval: "Well, you are right."

If Deya had to choose, would he prefer to make friends with naive people or those whose minds are full of conspiracies and calculations?

He decisively chose the former.

At this time, Deya gently lifted Lamia's left hand.

Her fingers are long and slender, her skin is white and smooth, and there are faint blue veins on the back of her hands.

immediately,

Deya slowly peeled off Lamia's sleeves, revealing her fair wrists.

The left hand that he 'ate' has grown back.

"It's the same as before, even the skin color is the same, not bad."

Deya played with the witch's fingers, and then asked in surprise, as if he had discovered a new world: "When did you do your manicure?"

Lamia spread out her five fingers and said, "I saw a nail salon when I went out yesterday, so I went to get one."

After a pause, she continued, "It cost 10 lotti in total."

Although the productivity of this world is low.

But perhaps because of the existence of supernatural powers, there are many things in this world that have only appeared in modern times.

There's even a magic bullet train line in Abranah.

But perhaps because it is expensive, the line is not long.

Of course, these things generally have nothing to do with ordinary people and are only enjoyed by nobles.

Patricia floated over at this time, holding a magazine that was half her height in her hand.

She looked at Lamia’s manicure carefully and said seriously, “Your manicure is the most popular style in Abrana now.

But I think your skin is very fair, and the pink you used is a little too dark. You should use a lighter color like this for a better effect."

Patricia opened the magazine in her hand and pointed at the pictures on it while introducing them to Lamia.

Lamia sat upright and listened attentively.

After Patricia talked about the choice of colors, she nodded from time to time and occasionally interjected to express her own opinions.

A doll and a witch discussed the issue of nail art harmoniously.

Deya shook his head.

Women are really unreasonable. They are two women who always quarrel, but now they can start discussing fashion like best friends.

Thinking of Lamia getting a manicure for 10 lothi.

Deya sighed in his heart.

It’s so easy to make money from women!
He picked up the thick document on the sofa again and looked at its contents carefully.

"I have already understood his habits and personality. Fortunately, he is not a superhuman, so my ability can be used smoothly."

"It is not surprising that the Kingdom of Inglour wants to kill me. They want to stir up internal conflicts in Susaitani."

"We can put England aside for now. Let's remember this grudge first and then go and cause trouble for them later. We must first distinguish the primary and secondary contradictions and resolve the biggest obstacle."

This means that we must first stabilize the country before we can fight against foreign enemies. The advantage is on our side!
(End of this chapter)