An Feng naturally knew the meaning of this word.

In fact, this "coming-age" etiquette is not a etiquette that every Westerner must abide by, and it is not a necessary path that every Western aristocrat must go through when they are adults. It is just a rather strange and remote custom. Of course, in the Western world, this custom was indeed aroused by the nobles.

Initially, this custom was mainly aimed at men in the family. When the family's important male heir was about to become an adult, the elders of the family selected a woman to make this woman in her thirties, often widowed noblewoman, teach the heirs to be familiar with court etiquette, and... let the heirs go from boys to men.

The last activity is often covered up during a long trip. A widowed lady took her nephew to wander the country and even Europe, attending banquets held by local nobles, familiarizing herself with the officialdom and teaching little boys to familiarize themselves with men's responsibilities. In the Middle Ages, this phenomenon was very common and everyone knew it.

The Baron said: She is already an adult, and she travels with her female companions. When they arrive in distant South Africa, she will inspect her male companions during the trip, select the "bed companions" she thinks she is satisfied with, and then let him end his virginity and understand the man thoroughly...

"Alberto is too pretentious. Agnelli is a playboy. Cabana wants me to open my pocket to him... Van Anthony, oh, he is a gentle and considerate bed companion, but I... I love myself very much. I don't want to be cherished, so I am not willing to hand myself over to Van Anthony who has ended many virgins. I am unwilling to give up."

Seeing that An Feng understood her consciousness, the baron shook his fingers and calmly talked about his virginity like he was talking about the lipstick in his bag: "Now I have another choice, yes, are you willing to join this game?"

An Feng bowed slightly and tried his best to respond with a graceful look: "Miss Baron, you recognize the wrong person. I am not the Capricorn Palace - in fact, I have been looking for opportunities again to explain this to you: I may have killed the Capricorn Palace. This ring was taken off a corpse."

The Baron's eyes widened, and for a moment of surprise, she stuck out her tongue, licked her red lips, and asked calmly: "So, who are you?"

"Your new bodyguard, Fayez, Egypt."

The Baron Miss was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she giggled. She smiled so hard that she shook her laughter. An Feng stood there with a respectful look on her face, her clothes always waiting for orders.

"Okay...you're Fayez, yes..." Miss Baron laughed for a long time before she gasped: "Yes, you are my new bodyguard, who said no?...Okay."

After the Baron Miss had laughed enough, she stood up and shook her tears, reached out to shake her hands and shook An Feng: "Okay, you are my new bodyguard. Welcome to join this game. Yes, you are qualified. You are now my new partner. If you can finally agree with my request... I will satisfy you."

"Okay", An Feng bowed clumsyly and responded: "Miss Baron is so beautiful. I will do my best to be your partner."

After establishing the relationship between the two parties, An Feng is now playing a close boyfriend. While waiting for lunch, with An Feng's intentional or unintentional guidance, Miss Clinton introduced An Feng to An Feng the remaining aristocrats in European countries... Well, An Feng is not a real aristocrat, he is a very graceful aristocrat disguised. The etiquette training he received in the mountain school in the past was completely invisible to the real aristocrats. The elegance of others comes from the heart, is natural, and is light on weights, while An Feng is performing.

However, An Feng didn't care too much about his face. Even if he seemed like an actor in front of Miss Clinton, he didn't feel any shame. He didn't need to compete with the other party in this regard, and his mentality was very peaceful. Of course, for this lunch, Miss Clinton and An Feng were dining at the same table. An Feng did not go to the table as a bodyguard. He sat side by side with Miss Baron as his boyfriend - the former was treated as a servant.

In Western society, the earl means the governor, and he owns a province's territory under his name. For example, Lebanon is the earl territory under the name of the Palestinian Temple State in the past, so it is called "Lebanon's (Earl) State"

Nowadays, the remaining nobles with the title of Earl in Italy are not "as numerous as dogs". So far, there are only five Italians with the title of Earl, one of them is still in the United States. But none of them are female, female, ahem, "The Italian Countess" is now almost synonymous with liars. Women who claim to have the title of Earl are said to be swimming in Hollywood...

At present, the most retained aristocratic class in Italy is actually the baron class. This is because they are the lowest class of the aristocratic class, and they happen to live in rural villages and have a certain mass base. The viscount is the steward of the earl. When the Great Revolution came, they were targeted with most earls and eventually disappeared into the violent craze. At present, less than ten people in Italy still retain the title of viscount in the country.

The baron's title is the most inconspicuous. The territory they own is often a small manor and a village. Such territory is often the easiest to retain. Before the wave of the Great Revolution, most barons were the lowest-level serfs, and most of their subordinates had armed forces. The samurai under the baron were usually called jazz or lords. The lords were a honorary title, and they could only own this title for their lifetime, but they could not pass on the title of aristocrat to their descendants.

As the aristocratic class was not recognized by the public, the "jazz" and "lord" classes had actually disappeared because their titles could not be inherited or inherited. However, in some countries where kings still exist, such as Britain, Spain, the Netherlands, etc., the newly appointed jazz (lord) by the king were still recognized by the aristocratic class, such as Sir Ho Ying-tung in Hong Kong.

In the turbulent wave of the revolution, the waves washed away the sand, and many nobles were eliminated. They lost their fiefdoms and had no new sources of economic resources, so they quickly became civilians. However, most nobles rely on their far superior to the education level of civilians and put down their airs and turned in time. For example, barons, they could not legally own their territory, so they quickly used the rule of "protecting private property" to quickly buy the land near their manor with the money accumulated in the past. In this way, they were still the actual holders of their territory.

Of course, this type of nobles is often relatively mild. They get along well with their neighbors and their own people, so they did not get much resistance when changing their holdings. On the contrary, in order to protect their homes in that turbulent era, the indigenous peoples living on their land gathered around the former lords and covered the existence of the lords in disguise.

But there are also some evil lords who use high pressure to deal with the people around them. In that turbulent era, if these former nobles were not escaped in time, they were often assassinated or expelled by the hated leaders around them. Among these people, the smarter ones quickly sold their own manors and took the money to a foreign country to hide their names and continue to inherit the inheritance.

Among the former people, such as Lord Dulin Agnelli, he quickly used the money he had accumulated in the past to form a new technology company - Fiat Automobile. Some of the people behind him successfully invested, and their family continued to pass on silently, while others were eliminated by the times and disappeared without a trace.

Miss Baron did not say much about the existing situation of the Clinton family system, and did not ask about it out of politeness. But the next day, An Feng vaguely guessed something. Miss Clinton led An Feng into the heavily guarded Kimberley Company. She walked along the road unimpeded to the company's diamond warehouse, and then stopped a little.

In the Diamond Library building, four bodyguards dressed in black suits and black sunglasses were waiting there. The route and time for transporting diamonds according to the usual practice are secrets. If these four bodyguards also participate in escorting diamonds, they will be detained in this diamond warehouse for at least three days.

Miss Clinton greeted her bodyguard with a reserved look. Her eyes swept over the bodyguards, as if she was identifying the physical and mental conditions of the four people. The receptionist who led Miss Baron into the Diamond Library building also stopped here. He crossed his hands and stepped aside respectfully, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the person he was waiting for arrived. This was an old man Yuba who was in his fifties, gray hair and a Jewish look. He bowed slightly to the Baron Miss, then turned his head and a neat and neat female employee appeared behind him. The female employee was wearing a black suit, wearing white gloves, and walked to the Baron Miss with a hotel food delivery truck. Then the old Jewish man spoke, and he shouted the full name of the Baron Miss with eleven nouns without a letter, and then bowed gently: "Madam, you know the rules."

The Baron Miss turned around, pointed at An Feng and said, "He won't go in."

An Feng immediately showed an honest and stupid look, bowed slightly, and took a step back. The Baron Miss put her small handbag in the food delivery truck. Immediately, another person appeared like a ghost. He was holding a tray in his hand, with a stack of clothes and a respirator on it.

At this time, the lady who first appeared actually pushed the food delivery truck to An Feng. An Feng absolutely did not want the other person to glance at him. He crossed his hands, as if he was wandering around.

Miss Clinton picked up the clothes on the tray, which was a skirt similar to an Arabian robe. The whole dress was sucked from the head. The old Jewish man just now tightened the cuffs and collars of Miss Clinton, ensuring that a diamond could not be inserted into the gaps in the cuffs and collars, and then put on a respirator on Miss Baron - in this way, Miss Baron could not swallow the diamonds with her mouth.

After doing this, everyone turned their eyes to An Feng who was standing there stupidly. The old Jewish man couldn't help it. He stepped forward and glared at An Feng with his eyes half way, then tilted his head and tilted his head to the food delivery truck pushed in the female receptionist's hand.

The Baron Miss also came over to signal. She raised her finger and pointed to An Feng's left armpit, and pointed to the food delivery truck. Because she was wearing a respirator on her mouth, she spoke vaguely and had to stare at her eyes and stamp her feet.

It seems that he can't escape when he pretends to be stupid. An Feng sighed helplessly, took out his pistol from his armpit, and took it very seriously, and reluctantly put it on the food delivery truck.

But the matter was not over yet. The old Jewish man was still condemning An Feng with his eyes. The waitress who pushed the food truck looked straight and had no intention of leaving at all. An Feng thought about it. He sighed, raised his right heel, fumbled on the heel, and found a metal frisbee in the shape of a full moon. The edge of the frisbee was serrated and very sharp.

An Feng pinched the frisbee in his hand and rubbed it gently with his hands. The frisbee became two pieces. He carefully placed the frisbee gently on the food delivery truck.

Before leaving, the two people stood there like puppets. The Baron Miss was a little impatient. She glared at An Feng fiercely, disliked this guy for wasting time for herself.

Well, An Feng was wondering how many weapons he had on him were, how could the other party know clearly how many weapons he had on him, and how did they know from beginning to end that he had not taken out?

An Feng raised his left heel expressionlessly and still took out a few needles from the heel of his shoes - this is actually not a weapon, but an auxiliary tool for prying the door lock. This thing must also be removed. It is obvious that he doesn't go in with the Baron Miss. Since he doesn't follow in, what's this? Is it a physical examination?

Putting a few flying needles on the food delivery truck, everyone still looked unwilling to give up. An Feng had to sigh and take off two gem cufflinks from the left and right sleeves of his suit... Not yet? He had to pull off a Kev brushed wire more than ten meters long from his tie again.

After a while, the food delivery truck was covered with a shallow layer of various strange-shaped things. Some things were not weapons at all, but just some auxiliary materials for crimes, such as an organic diaphragm shaped like a credit card. The thing was actually a lock opener and a radio frequency signal collector, which was mainly used to intercept the locking signal of the car automatic door lock and pry the car door lock.

Of course, there are still some powerful tools here, such as blades, silk threads that can break a person's neck, and metal objects that can be used as dart needles. In fact, in the hands of trained professionals, a signature pen is a weapon of murder.

After covering the food delivery truck, the eyes of several people in the room changed. The old Jewish man's eyes were full of curiosity, as if curious about how the other party stuffed these dazzling things on his body. The other four bodyguards waiting in the hall were full of admiration.

As for Miss Baron, her eyes were full of incredibleness and seemed strange. An Feng's outfit looked inconspicuous, so why did he hide a little more and hide so many miscellaneous things with him?

An Feng slowly suffered from time one by one. Finally, the old Jewish man lowered his eyes. The waitress who pushed the food truck then drooped his shoulders, turned around, and pushed the food truck back to the old Jewish man. At this time, the old Jewish man was responsible for covering the food truck with a metal cover. There were three electronic locks in three directions on the metal cover. The radio frequency card that opened the electronic lock was inserted on it. The old Jewish man held one end, the Baron held one end, and the rest... An Feng walked forward without hesitation and held the last radio frequency card.

No one knew that at this moment, An Feng had at least two weapons not taken out - the zero-gravity metal wire installed in the belt buckle and the "God particle ball".

The three of them swiped together the radio frequency card. After swiping, they entered a set of six digits on the numerical keyboard. Then the waitress pushed the food delivery truck away, and the old Jewish escorted the Baron into the elevator. The four bodyguards who were originally guarding in the hall, one of them gently pulled An Feng's sleeve, pointed to the sofa chair beside the elevator door, and greeted admiringly: "Hi, brother, let's sit there and chat."

An Feng didn't object, but let's talk together. An Feng walked to the sofa chair with a cold look on his face. He occupied the entire sofa alone, lay lazily on the sofa, and coldly facing the person following behind him, and reminded everyone to "I'm not used to people next to me, unless he is a dead person."

This is to pretend to be 13 and pretend to be second-class, but several bodyguards were obviously frightened by An Feng. They sat honestly on the sofa next to them and waited for a while. One of the bodyguards asked carefully: "Brother, you don't seem to be in this industry. I feel that your profession seems to be our opponent, such as assassins, killers, etc."

An Feng did not explain, he closed his eyes and rested. In fact, his super vision was tracking the Baron Miss into the elevator. He saw that the elevator kept going down, down, and continued to walk more than ten kilometers underground, and then the elevator stopped.

Ah, the grand Tokyo sewer projects that were buried several hundred meters deep underground were all weak. It is said that the largest mine of Kimberley Company was 18 miles deep underground - nearly fifty kilometers. It took hundreds of years to dig the mine.

After An Feng's previous super-vision feeling locked a person, the maximum distance is within the maximum range of the sniper rifle - at most four kilometers away from him. After his super-vision feeling locked on the Baron, the Baron was still in a metal lift that could isolate radio signals, but he had been stopping the Baron and still locking the other party firmly.

Even for a high-speed elevator, the eight-mile descent took about half an hour. After half an hour, the Baron walked out of the elevator and the old Jewish man who accompanied the Baron down did not leave the elevator. When the elevator door closed, the elevator climbed up again, the old Jewish man was still standing quietly in the corner of the elevator, crossing his hands in front of his belly, without saying a word.
Chapter completed!