Chapter 280 Opportunity Is Fleeting

"Need not."

Elizabeth watched Philip silently.

In her eyes, a vague sense of unhappiness and caution flashed past. If Annan had not been paying attention to her expression, he would have missed it.

Afterwards, Elizabeth quickly showed a gentle smile that was very similar to before, and said softly, "I can handle it, Philip. Take care of His Royal Highness Annan."

"Oh~"

Philip showed an inexplicable smile and made a long, long voice.

He chewed the toffee that was beginning to melt, and could even hear the sound of chirp chirp. The smell of milk was overflowing in his mouth, and he could even see droplets splashing onto Elizabeth's clothes with the sound of his chewing.

With a smile, Philip took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to Elizabeth: "So—sister Wang, do you want candy?"

"It's business, Philip."

Elizabeth has calmed down, maintaining a gentle and generous smile, completely ignoring Philip's rude behavior, and said slowly: "You can't participate."

"Oh~"

Philip nodded in agreement and grinned: "Sister Wang said that too.

"After all, I'm an idler."

There was no unpleasant expression on his face, just maintaining that cheerful smile, turned around and walked back, sitting beside Annan.

He stretched out his hand to remove the sugar coating, and put one by one patiently into his mouth. Elizabeth didn't explain a word to Philip, and just turned and left with the guards.

Annan sat quietly next to him, watching the two of them fight against each other. Not only was he not nervous at all, but he was full of interest...even a little unfulfilled.

It tastes right! This taste is right!

Seeing the harmony between the three of his brothers, Annan thought that all the royal families in this world had this style of painting. Now that I look at Noah's royal family... Annan, who likes to watch the fun, is suddenly shocked.

This is the taste of intrigue between the royal children!

However, these two people are not very good at weirdness.

Obviously I wanted to say something yin and yang weird, but in the end it was this kind of soft words... This level is in our Zaan, but we can't protect our family.

— but then again.

The conflict between Philip and Elizabeth did not frighten Annan.

But the way Philip was eating candy made Annan feel some physical discomfort...

This eldest brother... you're too wasteful to chat, aren't you?

Since he sat next to Annan, in less than three minutes, he has eaten almost twenty candies, and on average, he will continue to eat three candies in one sentence...

This level of abnormality is obviously not explained by "loving sugar".

Annan looked down at the candy in his hand and peeled off the candy coating with one hand.

This candy looks similar in size to Wangzai Milk Candy. It has a creamy white color with a slight yellowish tinge.

He waited for a long time without triggering the light curtain.

—Then it's not a spell, not even a potion.

What the hell?

Is this real candy?

Annan looked at it in disbelief, and then looked at Philip, who was chewing sugar hard.

Philip noticed Annan's eyes and showed him a cheerful smile: "Eat it, it's delicious!

"Don't worry, it's made of condensed milk, cream, syrup, honey, and brown sugar. It doesn't contain any magical ingredients, and anyone can eat it."

Philip said, laughing happily.

Annan could clearly see that the extremely viscous syrup hung on Philip's white and neat teeth. With his heavy breathing, the extremely rich fragrance of milk and honey permeated around him.

Because Philip and Elizabeth just came out, the people around have noticed it. Annan couldn't do anything at this time, so he could only continue to hold the gun in Kaphne's skirt pocket with his left hand, and asked Philip politely:

"Do you like sweets, Your Highness Philip?"

"Of course!"

Philip replied cheerfully: "I like to eat sugar, and I like to eat meat! My favorite is honey barbecue - young people like to eat sugar and meat!"

He looked at Annan kindly, and said again, "You can call me my brother, or my Highness. You can't call me uncle! Do you think I look like an uncle?"

Having said that, Philip patted his delicate skin very proudly.

In fact, it does.

Philip had thick hair and delicate skin, and no wrinkles were visible on his forehead. Unlike his brother Albert, Philip's beard is clean-shaven...he doesn't even wear jewelry.

If he changes into younger clothes, with his voice and mental state, it is possible to recognize even a teenager who is seventeen or eighteen.

. . . Is Philip so concerned about his youth?

There are still about ten minutes before the banquet, Annan intends to continue to inquire about Philip's secrets and habits.

"Your Highness, you look under twenty years old at the most."

Annan made a childish voice.

A very false compliment in the general adult population, but if it is matched with Annan's serious and clear eyes like a milk cat, it will become very convincing.

Hearing Annan's words, Philip couldn't help laughing out loud, without the slightest image of the royal family.

A man who looked nearly fifty years old and had an old-fashioned and calm temperament couldn't help but reprimanded: "Philip, keep your voice down!"

"Yes, yes~"

Philip took a long tone and answered indifferently.

When the man shook his head, frowned and left, Philip leaned closer to Annan's ear and pointed at the man with his chin: "This is my second brother... looks like your brother? They are all one kind of people.

"And you," Philip said, gesturing to himself, "and me. We're one kind of people. Happy—we're all happy."

Annan did not reveal the slightest flaw.

Hearing Philip's comment, he just looked over in confusion: "I don't quite understand."

—WDNMD.

But Annan couldn't help but scolded in his heart - fortunately, the Curse of the Heart of Winter on Annan's body is now covered with a reversed version of him, allowing him to ignore his fear. Otherwise, just that sentence would make his heart stop.

This Noah's house is characterized by per capita spiritual vision?

"You will understand, Your Highness Annan."

Hearing this, Philip just smiled and whispered in a slightly bewitching voice: "Joy... I can see that you have a soul that follows pleasure and is not bound. Break free from the chains that bind your destiny...you can come to me as much as you can.

"I will grant you the secret to pleasure."

"...A woman with a cup?"

Annan asked in a low voice.

Philip smiled: "Of course.

"Let's face the path of blood and desire, Your Highness Annan. Human beings are machines driven by desire... What is the difference between a life without desire and a puppet?"

"Then, what is the desire you are pursuing?"

Annan asked further.

Philip was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "What I pursue is naturally [youth]."

"youth?"

"you do not understand. "

Philip took a deep breath and shook his head.

Annan just continued to ask: "Is it immortality or immortality?"

Hearing Annan's question, Philip fell into a moment of thought.

But that was just a brief thought that lasted a breath.

He was quick to show his trademark bright smile.

He took out a few more candies from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I...I want it all."

Philip smiled and replied in a low voice, "I don't want to grow old. That's just one experience, and never again..."

At this moment, a continuous explosion suddenly came from outside, completely obscuring Philip's voice.

These weren't explosives - they were fireworks lit up one after another at the gates of the palace.

The firework show begins.

Annan silently clenched the gun in his hand, turned around and looked at the entrance behind him, pretending to be watching.

Feeling Annan's movements, or because of Annan's movements, the two of them got closer... Kafney, who had been silent, also subconsciously tightened her body.

——The chance is only a moment.

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