Chapter 279 Philip Noah

In August, it is always dark and extraordinarily late.

Before dusk, the guests who attended Henry VIII's 80th birthday banquet had already begun to enter.

Annan did not hold Dmitri long.

Before the guests arrived, Annan and Kaphne had returned together. Kaphne even changed into a more voluminous, formal and gorgeous dress.

Seeing that Kaphne was rarely able to dress up and comb her somewhat fluffy hair neatly, Elizabeth nodded with satisfaction and gave them a gentle smile.

——And seeing that Annan was able to do what he said and came back on time before the meal, Dmitri also slightly relieved his brows with satisfaction, showing a less indifferent look.

Dmitri is always like this...he doesn't like surprises, he values ​​tradition and commitment. When he was a teenager, he liked to mediate other people's conflicts, like to reason with others and set rules, and he looked very mature.

And his demeanor is also very stable.

When Dmitri was thirteen or fourteen years old, he followed his father to handle government affairs, and he also took care of his younger siblings. Archduke Ivan was very busy with his work... Annan and Maria were both brought up by Dmitry.

His serious look, who was always serious and couldn't understand the jokes others told, and the frown that was always frowned and rarely stretched... Maria always said he looked like an old man, and it was only natural.

But now, seeing Annan and Kafne huddled in the corner holding hands, Dmitri's expression suddenly became a little subtle.

Like constipation.

...you've only known each other for an afternoon?

It hasn't even been an afternoon... How did the relationship suddenly become so intimate?

Is this appropriate?

However, with Annan's timid temperament and willingness to take the initiative to communicate with others, it is already very difficult... Although Dmitry felt that it was not appropriate, he did not want to stop the two children from playing together.

——Anyway, you won't be able to see each other when you return to Winter.

As for friendship or something...

Reconsideration.

But what Dmitry could never guess was...why Annan and Kaphne were holding hands.

At this age, girls are usually taller than boys of the same age - Kaphne is clearly the stronger of the two.

Her right hand took Annan's left and put it in the side pocket of her skirt. This was undoubtedly quite a bold move...so much so that Kaphne's own face turned slightly red.

And their two hands are in the same pocket...

...holding the same gun.

That's right.

——Annan gave "Miss. Quiet" to Kafney.

Ferdinand is the man of the third prince, and Prince Philip has a considerable probability to know some of the attributes of Ferdinand's powerful spell.

Annan has already done experiments - except for himself and the players who have the system, no one else can know all the attributes of a certain curse, only the field to which the curse belongs, and then rely on experience and knowledge to judge.

Except for the wizards of the prophetic school,

Can use "check spells" to get spell properties below gold. Only superhumans above the silver rank can gradually understand its related attributes when they fall asleep with the curse.

Although Prince Philip doesn't necessarily know all the attributes of "Miss. Quiet"... but Annan is still on the safe side.

Since a person chatting awkwardly with Philip might make him wary...then just two chat with him.

Conversations between two strangers often fall into embarrassment and silence because they lose the topic. But if you insert a "middleman" who knows two people at the same time...it's not necessarily a pleasant chat, but at least it won't be so silent.

"His Royal Highness Annan, and... Kaphne?"

A somewhat surprised, but very happy and cheerful voice sounded: "Wow, the relationship between the two of you... is progressing rapidly!"

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head away.

It was Prince Philip who found out that he took the initiative to ask for words.

Prince Philip sat on the right side of Annan, and chatted with them familiarly: "His Royal Highness, did you know each other before? Didn't you meet each other in a dream?"

Before Annan took the initiative to find Philip, he found it himself.

——But this was expected by Annan.

Because the two of them were sitting on the edge of two or three positions outside the "stage", he deliberately seduced Philip.

Philip came here, not to chat with them... but to have a reasonable excuse to sit outside the "ceremony ground".

All this was expected by Annan.

And Annan also reacted from his attitude-he really had no idea about himself, at least he didn't try to fool himself into the ceremony venue...

...Or is it that, for him, the only enemy of Winter is Dmitri?

Annan took a careful look at the prince sitting beside him.

Although Philip Noah was older than his brother Albert, he looked much younger than Albert, and he was also a little shorter than Albert.

He was wearing a black dress with dark gold embroidery, and like the rest of Noah's family, his buttons were a golden lion pattern. He has his trademark black hair and red eyes...and a round baby face.

He looked extraordinarily harmless, with an optimistic look on his face all the time. When he sat down, he secretly stuffed a piece of candy into Annan's hand.

And Philip himself picked up another piece of candy, took off the sugar coating and stuffed it into his mouth, showing a happy and carefree smile: "Why don't you speak, Your Highness? Come and have a taste, this is a very delicious toffee! "

"...Brother won't let me eat other people's food."

Annan said earnestly with a stern face.

"I'm not an outsider either. I'm Philip-Philip Noah. Don't look at me young, I'm Kaphne's uncle?"

Philip laughed and said in a childlike tone.

Annan widened his eyes and made a childish voice: "...Really?"

"If you don't believe me, just ask Kaphne!"

Philip showed the ambiguous smile on his face as an adult asked the child, "Who are you with in school?" and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, brother Philip also has a lovely daughter, not worse than Kaphne?"

"...Aren't you Kaphne's uncle?"

Annan blinked and questioned.

Philip laughed again, squeezed Annan's face, and said with a smile: "Everything is different, it's different! I'm so young and you're a big kid, so of course you want to call me brother."

"I still want to call you uncle."

Annan said seriously, "If I call you brother, my brother will not be happy."

"Oh? What will His Highness Dmitri do?"

Prince Philip asked with interest.

An Nan's face immediately showed a terrifying look, as if he was going to tell a horror story, he threatened:

"--kill you!"

"Hahahahaha you are so cute!"

Philip didn't know what to joke again, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Then let him come! If you can't kill me, then you will be my brother in the future!"

"What are you talking about, so happy?"

Maybe Philip was laughing too loudly, and Albert came over.

He looked like he was a dozen years older than Philip. He is over 1.85 meters tall, has broad and thin shoulders, wears thin-rimmed glasses, and has a well-groomed moustache.

Philip was not polite to him, he just laughed and called out: "Hey, Albert! This kid is much more interesting than you hahahahaha! If you don't want him to be my brother, will you go to the winter? Annan Your Highness, eat candy, eat candy, I still have a lot of candy!"

Albert frowned when he heard such frivolous words.

But before he could say anything more, several guards suddenly rushed in, looking flustered.

Elizabeth's expression changed. Instead of scolding the soldier, she immediately called the panicked guard over.

"What happened?"

she asked in a low voice.

The guard stammered: "The Geraint family... the eldest son of Earl Geraint is dead!

"The corpse... Detected spellcasting traces of cold contact!"

Elizabeth was taken aback.

Then she immediately turned her gaze to Old Merlin subconsciously—then she immediately shook her head in veto.

"Don't make a sound."

She whispered, "Take me there..."

Philip noticed something and moved closer.

"What happened, Sister Wang?"

He took out another piece of hard toffee and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and took the initiative to ask, "Do you need help?"

Seeing him, Elizabeth frowned slightly.

——This is the first time Annan saw that a similar "unhappy" expression appeared on Elizabeth's face.

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