Chapter 533 The Improper Maid

"It's been a long time, don't worry too much about it."

No matter how hard-headed Imrik was when he noticed Phyllis's hesitation when picking up the bow and arrow, he knew that when the two of them met, they would always think of those friends who died in front of them.

No one is at fault in this matter, it can only be attributed to damn Drucci.

"I just thought of other things, such as what I should hunt later." Phyllis tried to hold up the non-existent broken hair around her ears and forcefully explained that this was not the case.

Imrik stopped driving the chariot, and his face changed from his normal seriousness, "You always pull your hair with your hands when you lie. This has never changed since you were a child. But no matter what, they are all dead. , there were dozens of people who grew up together in the palace, but now there are only two of us left."

He sighed, not paying much attention to this matter at first, but sometimes, during the joyful banquet, some fragments always flashed past, like a slideshow into his mind, which were the last things left by the dead. Thoughts below.

Phyllis put down her bow and arrow, looking a little helpless. She lowered her eyes to avoid the prince's gaze. The reason why she didn't stay in Caledor for a long time was because she was afraid that those familiar feelings would come to her heart.

"Prince, Madam, Adelaide, Les, Mits... they are all gone. I'm worried that in the end, even I will leave you, how sad it will be." The girl's voice was choked with sobs. , she didn’t want to become a vase, but she was afraid that one day she would suddenly leave while standing behind him.

Seeing this familiar face choking in front of him, Imrik thought of many things, especially his mother whose memory was somewhat vague.

He took a step forward and hugged Phyllis, who had been with him for two hundred years, into his arms. "You really give me a headache. Why did your mother go blind back then and send you to the palace? Why don't you just be a noble lady in the family?" Okay, come and suffer by my side."

Phyllis hugged the prince with all her strength, just hoping that this feeling could be preserved a little longer. He was not the prince who protected Caledor, but the prince who stood in front of her in her memory.

"I'm just a little sad. If you don't want to be comforted, then let go." Although she said this, the girl held her tightly and had no intention of letting go.

"Before you say this, it's best to let go of your hands. Don't think that big breasts are a big deal. I'm not good at it." Even though there were many layers of clothes, you still had to show off your tough words.

"Don't let go. After letting go, you will become a prince again."

"Damn, I can't stand it. You are almost three hundred years old, and you are also called the Iron Masked Woman. How can you have the nerve to say such things?"

"Then push me away, otherwise I won't let you go." Phyllis, who was speaking, buried her head in Imric's chest. No matter how much he urged, she could only see a particularly soft golden hair.

After a long stalemate, Imric felt that he was almost done. He played with her to vent his emotions, lowered his head and said in Phyllis's ear, "Assanil is looking at the two of us, aren't you shy? "

"What's the point of being shy? Caledo, who doesn't know that I am your maid? What's wrong with hugging the master? If you knew something else in your mind, maybe the two of us would have..." Phyllis spoke. The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was even spoken silently in the mouth.

"You've already become brothers, right? Quickly let go and stop talking nonsense. Why didn't I realize that you are such a verbose little woman before?"

After being scolded, Phyllis finally let go of her hand, and found that the prince wiped his chest with his hand in disgust, apparently dissatisfied with the tears on it.

As for Assanil, who was hiding in the woods and peeking, he had a gritted expression on his face. Is this man only interested in dragons? Phyllis is a famous white, rich and beautiful person in the Caledor aristocratic circle. , whoever joins him is equivalent to receiving Randy's support.

As a result, I followed Imrik all the time. If I were to say that the person who had never been touched as a maid was probably Phyllis. Even if she said that something beyond the relationship between master and servant had happened, people might be suspicious of her. Everyone knew what the Dragon Tamer family was like.

"Oh, I'm so anxious, are you going to come on?" Assanil beat the trees next to him, wishing that he would personally step in for Phyllis. This tug-of-war has aroused the interest of many people. After hundreds of years of companionship, no one has The whereabouts are somewhat unreasonable.

Sally, who was standing next to her, was very cautious and did not dare to make a big statement. She cautiously asked Assanil, who was still angry, "Prince Assanil, is it time to implement the plan."

Assanil nodded immediately after hearing this, "Quickly, bring the man and woman up. As long as the plan succeeds, I guarantee that the Blue Porter family will still have the right to operate."

After receiving the guarantee, Sally sent the couple up as quickly as possible in her life. If it weren't for Assanil's strong guarantee that nothing would happen even if he was found out, the Blue Porter family would not dare to take advantage of the Dragon Prince.

After receiving the signal, Assanil released his prey, a rare spotted white deer, and then ran deeper into the forest, intending to avoid the two people who were still teasing each other.

Her eyes returned to the chariot. After venting her emotions, Phyllis was no longer as coquettish as before. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked angrily,

"As for the Assanir, I said he didn't have any good ideas. It turns out he just wanted to see a joke. Fortunately, he is still a military general, so he is not afraid of being laughed at."

"Come on, you had to ask him to wipe your runny nose when you were little."

"Are you trying to piss me off? Don't think that the maid won't dare to resist her master."

Imrik stopped the arrogant maid next to him. She said she was a maid, but in fact she was not the same as a person who specialized in serving in the palace. The two had a mutually dependent relationship. Her family background was really big, and she didn't Dare to be a maid serving tea and water.

However, I thought of some bad rumors, especially the widely circulated strange relationship between the maid and the master in Ulthuan, and took another look at Phyllis, formerly known as the Flame of Khaled, and quickly put these thoughts behind me. .

"If you knew that you were a maid, you wouldn't have not even returned to the palace for more than ten years. I really don't know how Randy Qing disciplines you."

Sighing and ignoring Phyllis' mumbling about her mother, Imrik pointed at the spotted white deer that suddenly sprang out of the forest, "Over there, don't forget our main purpose. We must do things in order. If you are not happy, , come to the manor tonight, the three of us have a good drink."

I just want to drink with you and don’t want to see Assanil’s stinky face.

The words were on her lips, but Phyllis still stopped. She raised her bow and arrow and aimed at the white deer that suddenly appeared. She concentrated on taking aim. After the bowstring made a rebound sound, she felt quite confident and wanted to show off her skills.

But all he could see was a look of disgust on Imrik's face, "What a shame."