After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 52

A maid walked into the restaurant and whispered something in the ear of the head maid Irene, and she took a step forward after listening.

"grown ups."

"Speak." Burgess was eager for something to divert his attention.

"Earl Lauren invites you to hunt with him tomorrow."

"Reject him for me. When did he see me hunting?"

"Yes. In addition, Viscount Chara invites you to the ball in half a month."

"Half a month? I don't know if I'm still in Wangcheng."

"You still want to go out?"

Burgess rested his face with one hand, and tapped the fingers of the other hand on the table with his fingertips: "I haven't finished my work at hand, and... Well, let's talk about now, is there anything else?"

"Earl Kalid heard that you came back, and handed you a greeting card."

His fingers froze, and the person who had been careless just now suddenly felt guilty, and his eyes drifted to the high ceiling.

"Cough, I forgot... Eli is still in the Mechanic City of the dwarves. Let me send him a message. It will take a few days before we see him again."

"What does it have to do with Eli?" Alger ate quickly. At this moment, he had already cleaned up the food in front of him, and was about to wipe the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf.

"Eli is the youngest son of Earl Kalid. You know, the eldest son of nobles who inherit titles and wealth is often the eldest son. The other sons have no other way out except to join the army, become a knight of the great lord, or become a spellcaster. Therefore, Old Khalid gave Elisa to me."

Speaking of this, he sighed: "It's a terrible thing to be soft-hearted for a while. But fortunately, Eli is a good boy, very obedient, and very smart. But... well, I'm really not very good at raising children."

Is that apprentice who can skillfully pour tea, entertain guests, and take care of daily life a noble young master?

Alger was a little surprised.

"Finally, Lord Viscount," the head maid Irene continued, "Ms. Marquis Boruna, I would like to invite you to tomorrow's tea party."

"No," Burgess refused without thinking, "It's all a party for ladies and wives, what am I going to do?"

"But," the head maid revealed mercilessly, "you obviously liked it before."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Burgess' expression froze.After a while, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Alger.

Alger chuckled lightly when he saw how he was caught off guard.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Burgess became upset.

"What are you laughing at?" He pursed his lips: "You really don't mind at all?"

Hmm - how should this question be answered?

"Mind," Alger said with a smile, "I really mind, I'm very jealous."

At this time, it was already night, and the entire continent fell into a peaceful sleep, with only a few lights flickering on it.

The chief priest of the poem of truth is standing at the window, looking out of the window.

There are dense bushes and lush greenery during the day.But at night, under the light of the double moon, it looks a little dark and lonely.

He heard the knock on the door and turned around: "Please come in."

Philia opened the door and entered.

"Is Elvis all right?" asked the chief priest.

Fei Liya shook her head: "I haven't woken up yet."

The chief priest nodded silently, and the surrounding atmosphere was very solemn.

"Your Majesty, I'm here for another matter." Fei Liya said suddenly: "When Alger comes back this time, tell him about those things. It's getting late, and he has the right to know."

The chief priest pondered for a while: "You are right, I agree intellectually, but emotionally, I still think he is too young."

"You always think of the best of both worlds, hoping that with one move, everything can be arranged properly. But this is unrealistic, just like when you handed him over to Maureen."

She didn't continue talking, but let out a long sigh.

Lying beside the sleeping man, Burgess drew the outline of that handsome face with his hands in the light that leaked from the curtains.

The sleeping man suddenly held his hand and opened his eyes.The voice was soft, with a smile: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Did I disturb you?"

"No."

"Alger, I think it's amazing. When you entered the Dwarf's Mechanic City, it seemed like you merged with my memory. When you lay here, it seemed like you became a part of my life."

Burgess's jewel-like blue eyes were filled with a clear light, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, full of joy.

"I was like, I brought you out of a dream."

Alger kissed his forehead: "You are the one in the dream."

Kissed his eyes, nose, and finally landed on the corner of his mouth, staying lightly.

"Good night, may the goddess of the night and the lord of the two moons protect your dreams."

I wish you were the only one in your dreams.

Waking up in the morning, Burgess was empty.

He sat up suddenly with his eyes wide open, and looked around in a panic, trying to find traces of that person's existence.

He turned over and got out of bed, stepping on the thick carpet.

"Master Viscount, wake up...hey, where are you going?" The maid standing at the door looked at the back of her Viscount blankly, unable to figure out what happened.

"Wait, wait a minute, my lord, please at least put on your shoes!"

Burgess frantically pushed open one door after another, opened one cabinet after another that might hide people, and searched floor after floor until he came to the study.

"You're here..." Burgess leaned against the door with some exhaustion.

Alger put down the kraft paper and dip pen in his hand, walked over, and supported him: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I thought..." He held Alger's arm tightly, lowered his head, "You are just a dream."

When you wake up, it's gone.

"Lord Viscount!"

"grown ups!"

The maids who were chasing after him had just arrived, with clothes and shoes in their hands.

At this time, Burgess was still wearing a nightgown and barefoot.The silk nightgown looked messy because of the violent movement just now.His long black hair was uncombed and draped loosely over his shoulders.

"Alger," he raised his head and stared into his lover's eyes, "give me a promise, I won't ask you to do anything, at least let me know that you won't leave suddenly."

Alger didn't answer directly, but picked him up and put him on the chair beside the desk.He took the shoes from the maid, squatted down, and patiently put them on for him.

"What kind of promise do you want to hear? It's not an oath, no testimony, and I never thought it could bind anything."

Burgess grabbed his collar: "You bastard..."

Take a deep breath: "You bastard!"

Alger didn't refute, just rubbed his head, and leaned over to kiss him.

Burgess turned his head to avoid it: "Don't do this!"

It's really perfunctory to appease.

Irene scolded in a low voice from outside the door: "What are you doing standing here?"

The maids looked at each other, answering nervously, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of offending the Viscount, who was obviously in a bad mood.

Irene waved the maids back and walked in by herself.

"My lord. Earl Silaso sent another invitation to invite you to the banquet in three days' time."

Irene handed over a letter with a seal stamped with red wax paint, which was the family crest of the Silasso family.

This invitation letter was sent once before, but it was declined by the housekeeper because the master of the Viscount's mansion was away.At this time, it was sent to the viscount's table again.

"Reject it for me." Burgess didn't even look at it.

"Wait a moment."

Alger stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Burgess raised his head and asked, there was still some lingering anger in his sapphire blue eyes.

Alger took the letter, picked up the paper knife from the desk, and opened the envelope.

Putting the invitation letter aside, unwrapped the letter paper, spread it flat, and illuminated it against the light from the window.

Through the light, you can see a shadow on the letter paper, which is a strange pattern.Sacred geometric figures are nested within each other, the lines are simple, but the style is extremely chic and special.

"This is Dana's mark."

"It's a pity that there are only three days before the ball. It's too late to make a custom dress. I can only wrong you to wear mine."

Burgess was wearing a loose long robe, leaning on the sofa, looking at Alger in front of the full-length mirror.He said regret on his mouth, but the expression on his face was full of joy, even the unhappiness in the morning was diluted.

"Our height and body shape are not too different. If there is something that doesn't fit, let Irene take it and change it."

Alger looked at the dresses in the room in front of him, it could be called a dazzling array.

"Is the wardrobe of male nobles so full?"

In the past, he had only heard that the clothes of noble ladies could fill up several rooms, but he didn't expect that the men's clothes would be too much.

Burgess thought for a while: "Actually, I don't know too well. Irene chooses for me every time. Before today, I didn't know that I would have so many clothes."

"But it's not important, let's choose a body for you to deal with it first.

"Well, let's try the one on the third rack from the right... the third, no, the fifth one. Yes, the dark blue one."

"How should I wear this clothes." Argel frowned while holding the clothes he took off from the hanger.

There are four sets in total, and the wearing methods seem to be different. The buttons are also complicated, and there are messy laces.

Burgess stood up and went to study with him.

"……I'm not so sure either."

"Isn't it your clothes? It's fine if you haven't counted how many, and you don't even know how to wear them?"

Behind the two of them, Irene, the housekeeper and head maid of the Viscount Yamutaris' mansion, spoke.

"You don't need Lord Viscount to do it yourself, we have always served..."

Burgess coughed suddenly and forcibly interrupted Irene.

"Irene, cough cough—" The cough was so urgent that I really choked.

"Are you okay?" Erin asked with concern.

Burgess coughed until tears came out, waved his hands, and reluctantly said: "You, cough, go outside and watch, cough, come in if you have something to do."

"Yes." Irene bowed her head respectfully, and then asked, "Is there really no need to call a doctor or priest for you? You really don't look well."

I am not so good?

Who did it? !

Burgess was angry again, and coughed: "No, get out!"

"Yes, my lord."

The head maid finally withdrew as he wished, although she didn't close the door.

Burgess was sure she did it on purpose, and gritted his teeth secretly.

"Are you okay?" Alger put four pieces of clothing on his arms and patted Burgess on the back.

Burgess took the opportunity to lean into his arms and complained, "She deliberately pissed me off."

Alger smiled helplessly: "Then you are too easy to be fooled."

"Usually too used to them."

Alger hugged him: "Then you can be stricter, if you can't do it, you will be fired."

Burgess sighed: "No, I rely on them to take care of everything in the house. Who will help me trim the garden, order clothes, make dinner desserts, and manage the books after I quit?"

"Yes, you don't even know how to wear clothes." The words were full of smiles.

Burgess left his embrace angrily, grabbed the clothes in his arms fiercely, unfolded them, and shook them flat: "I will!"

Then she shouted outside: "Irene, close the door, the Viscountess wants to change!"

The author has something to say: Burgess: Irene, if you talk nonsense again, I will deduct your salary.

Irene: Go ahead, my heart is dead anyway.

Why do you like to go to tea parties full of ladies?

Just... there are a lot of desserts, it's hard to hire a royal pastry chef. ╮(╯_╰)╭