Saimman Hamore room.

They both took a bath and were sitting on the sofa having lunch.

The maids on the side served carefully and did not dare to show off.

Now they all know that the king has really stepped down, and Byrne is also pretending to die. They are even more afraid of Byrne and his group, and they are trembling when serving them.

Hamore knew that the maid was nervous and said nothing.

Saiman didn't say anything, cut a piece of foie gras and fed it to Hamore.

Hamore didn't feel embarrassed when the maid was there, and accepted Saiman's feeding calmly.

"Now the palace is finally safe, so don't worry about someone rebelling."

Saiman, who fed Hamore another piece of foie gras, said, otherwise he would not dare to let Hamore walk around.

Hamore cut the steak silently, chewing it with little mouth, her long silver-white hair was pinched on the back of her head, and a few strands of short hair fell beside her ears, and she was just using it elegantly.

The maid's eyes couldn't help but look at Hamore more, and her face turned red inexplicably.

She finally knew why His Highness Saiman listened to Hamore so much. Just looking at Hamore's beautiful face was irresistible, let alone rejecting him.

Your highness’s wives are really more beautiful than the other. No wonder they are unwilling to inherit the throne. They want to be ill with their wives all day long. I am also ill. They are so beautiful.

The maid standing by waiting was directly stuck to Hamore's face, and her heart was rippling.

Saiman smiled and did not say the maid, but continued to calmly feed Hamore.

Hamore frowned and looked at Saiman. He fed all the foie gras in Saiman plate and half of the steak. He was now full and couldn't eat it, but there was still a lot of steak left on his plate.

"I'll eat."

Saiman took Hamore's steak away and handed Hamore a glass of juice.

Hamore put down the knife and fork, gently lit the tablecloth before taking the juice and sucking two mouths.

Saiman picked up the knife and fork and was responsible for eliminating the leftovers on the coffee table, making the maid's eyes straight. His Highness was actually finishing the finishing?

The maid quickly closed her mouth that was so surprised that she could stuff her eggs and let out a breath. It was so long.

Hamore, who was drinking juice on the sofa, glanced at the maid's expression from the outskirts, pretending that he didn't see it and kept silent.

After Saiman was full, the maids quickly packed the tableware, nodded and quickly left.

Saiman took a sip of the juice from Hamore's cup and touched his stomach.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it, and no one will force you."

"It's not that we can't eat in the slums, we can't waste it even more."

Hamore didn't say anything when he heard this, and looked out the window and looked in the direction where the slum was.

"Shen Tianyu has already controlled Carter, and it should be possible to take down the entire slum in less than a few days."

"He is very similar to Shen Zi."

Hamore's words sound very ordinary, but in fact he is praising Shen Tianyu for being smart.

"No matter how you say it is Shen Feng's nephew."

After Saiman finished speaking, he lit a cigarette, but after taking a sip, Hamore looked at him narrowly.

"Destroy immediately."

Saiman took a second sip in a hurry and quickly extinguished the cigarette.

Saiman was obedient, Hamore naturally didn't know how to preach, so he leaned against the sofa and took a sip of juice calmly.

Saiman breathed a sigh of relief, making Hamore angry that he had no food to eat, and he might have to sleep in the aisle tonight.

At this time, the door of the room.

Rank, who also took a shower and changed into a clean knight suit, looked at Os opposite him with an angry look on his face.

Because Os kept smoking and looking at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at?"

Rank couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly to Os.

Oss didn't reply and kept looking at Rank with smoke.

He knew that the knights around the prince were all good candidates from a hundred and could compete with one.

Before seeing Rank's ability, Oss felt that the statement was exaggerated. But after seeing Rank's ability, he realized that it was not really an exaggeration, but that they really had that ability.

Why did he keep looking at me in this disciple?

The more Rank thought about it, the more angry he became, and he became red in his eyes and stared at Os.

Os, who leaned against the opposite wall and vomited cigarettes, was not angry, but suddenly asked Rank, "You have learned this ability since you were a child?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Rank saw it and was reluctant to answer, but he was a little curious about why Os asked this, and he couldn't help but glance at Os opposite him.

Os watched him vomit smoke slowly, "I believe you have suffered a lot with such good swordsmanship."

Rank was stunned when he glanced at Os.

Usually Os is like a lunatic and cannot communicate, but he didn't expect that he was so serious when he was not a lie.

"Not it hard?"

Os raised his eyebrows curiously.

It must be hard, so I need to say that I practice swords until I cried when I saw them. I wanted to vomit when I saw them.

Rank complained in his heart.

In order to become Saiman's personal knight, he tried his best to practice sword skills. Other children went to play with him to practice swords. Other children were crying with their parents. They wiped tears while practicing with their father. They endured the pain. Every day, they were green and purple.

Rank also thought of giving up, but as a Saiman, he had to learn swordsmanship well and not to shame the family.

When I was a child, I waved my sword five hundred times a day, but my hands were swollen and I couldn't lift them up. My sister and mother kept secretly wiping tears.

My father couldn't bear to let him suffer, and he secretly wiped his tears. When he saw him crying, he wanted to coax him, but he couldn't coax him, for fear that he would become a habit and become spoiled.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t learn well, you’re afraid of being spoiled. If you meet an enemy, you will be the first person to die.

Fortunately, Rank was able to endure hardships since he was a child, and soon stood out among Saiman's retainers. He was also selected by Saiman to become a personal knight. He also relied on this honor to be a family of Shiman's retainers and held their heads up and would not be bullied by other families.

There is an elder sister above Rank. Her swordsman is very good at swordsmanship and is even better than him. However, she is a woman and cannot become a knight, so the Rank family is often pointed at and said that their family has declined in this generation.

In order to make a sigh of relief, Rank tried his best to learn swordsmanship. When he stopped, he had already found himself walking a few streets away from others, successfully standing by Sai Man and becoming an existence that others look forward to.

It should be hard to practice when he bit his lip silently.

After taking the last breath of cigarette, Oss extinguished the cigarette and came to Rank, and took Rank's hand to look.

Rank's hand is not very big, at least it is much smaller than Os's hand. The palm of his hand is a bit hard to touch, and it is obvious that he is the hand that holds a sword for many years.

"What are you doing!"

Rank was startled and immediately took his hand back.

"What's wrong! I just want to see if there is any wound in your hand."

After saying that, Oss took Rank's hand and kept pinching his palm.

Rank was so angry that he wanted to pull his hand back again, but Os kept frowning when he touched his hand, as if he felt a little distressed. He swallowed the harsh words of his mouth, lowered his head at a loss, and his ears were a little red.

He...he is just a disciple.

Rank tried to convince himself, but his heart was beating very fast for no reason, making his face turn red.

"You, you have enough pinched!"

Rank hurriedly pulled his hand back and raised his head to the death, but his eyes were red and red, and his beautiful glass pupils were very well-behaved and cute.

Os did not bully Rank as he used to, but said Rank seriously, "In the future, if you encounter something like today, you will hide behind me. No matter how powerful you are, you have to be on guard against bullets."

Looking back now, Os was a little scared. Rank rushed into the crowd of enemies like this. What if someone shot him?

Rank looked at Os in a panic in his eyes. No one had ever told him to hide behind me. He was always standing in front of everyone. When attacking the enemy, the others behind him escorted Saiman to evacuate.

It’s not that everyone bullies him, but that he is the best in his skills. He knows that he can’t help even if he stays, and will also hinder him from killing the enemy.

Rank did kill easily, and immediately followed the enemy and passed them.

When the other knights saw him coming back safely, they patted their frightened hearts and said it was really great to have you, but no one ever asked him if you were injured or not.

It seemed that he could do everything in their minds, and he was obviously the youngest among so many knights.

“What about the answer?”

Os frowned and asked Rank who had been silent and still staring at him.

"They, they can't hurt me."

Rank was not used to protecting others, so he looked around a little awkwardly, and his heart was beating faster than the one he had just done.

Rank's face turned red immediately when he noticed something, trying hard to tell him that it was impossible, but his heart was beating wildly for fear of death.
Chapter completed!