Chapter 267 Feeding Play and Good Intentions

Ericsson sorted out the information in his hand, put it aside, walked out of the door, and saw a familiar maid walking towards Princess Alice's room carrying a silver tray.

Although it was already past the meal time, because the princess wandered around with her ghostly body today and did not have a good rest, the loyal housekeeper also postponed the meal time so that the other party could take a nap for a while.

Ericsson glanced at the tray, which contained a small bowl of light cream of mushroom soup, a main course of roasted venison tenderloin with chestnuts, cherry pie, and brightly colored, dripping berries in silver bowls.

The portions are not large, but they are all exquisite, fully taking care of Princess Alice's not-so-good appetite.

"I'll do it, you can go and rest."

Ericsson took the tray from the maid and prepared to send it to Princess Alice, watching the other party finish the meal.

The elegant and willful beautiful girl always plays tricks in this way, such as pretending to finish the food, but actually sends it back without moving a bite.

Thinking of this incident, Ericsson felt a little funny. Who would have thought that the princess whose reputation was known throughout Europe would have such a willful moment?

However, her excellent ability can destroy the food in an instant, which made Miss Ericsson and the maids quite criticized.

"She is such a willful little girl. In that case, let me help you."

Suddenly, a steady voice came from beside Ericsson, and a young man with a high single ponytail and a long black windbreaker walked past her.

This made the housekeeper's face suddenly change color. She had never heard this unique timbre.

This is impossible to happen. This is the private residence of Her Royal Highness Princess Alice, the daughter of Duke Godding. It has terrifyingly tight defenses. Even as a housekeeper, she is also an excellent defender. Every attendant has Ericsson is accustomed to keeping it in mind.

After the young man finished speaking, he ignored her and walked straight towards the only door in the center of the red corridor, with his back to Ericsson, as if he was the owner here.

Sunlight casts out from the patterned classical window frame, illuminating half of the man's body. He has a rather pure black cast and magnificent but complicated long hair.

His forward posture is as tall and straight as a mountain top, and the distance of each step is accurate, with a taste of ancient etiquette and the indifference and nobility that are born to look down on everything.

Ericsson is very familiar with this temperament.

The Princess Alice she serves also has such a noble temperament, which is not nurtured but born from birth.

Some things are born to be based in the sky.

His face is as delicate as a statue dedicated to the gods by a skilled craftsman, but the curvature is so soft, making the statue full of life and majesty, so elegant and beautiful.

The most attractive thing is the ancient and stern face, with purple eyes like diamonds lying flat on the ground. He captures the light from every angle.

This kind of man who conforms to the idea of ​​marrying makes the housekeeper, who is in the marriageable period and has already started to register as a member of the wedding agency, even stop breathing for a moment, but the next moment, she still reacts.

Without even warning, a sharp whip hit the young man's head with a cracking sound. Ericsson is the best housekeeper. This kind of illegal invasion will make her face the intruder with the most decisive attitude.

It was clear that her heart was full of love, but her whip legs could blow a lion's head off.

"madness."

The man whispered. He never glanced back at the sincere housekeeper, nor did he make any response, because Feng had already made a response.

One of the incarnations from Veleslana is no longer a useless teleportation skill, but an elf who can transform into a storm.

There was no trace of magic in the white wind beams that gathered into substance. They quickly entangled the incoming whip legs, and as fast as thunder, they shot out the soft sound of swords being unsheathed in the air, and the sound of heavy objects falling was accompanied by the light sound. Ming remembered that Ericsson fell to the ground, looking at the two empty sounds in front of her and the gurgling blood flowing out of her knees. On her chest, the sharp wind blade had left two deep marks.

Although she tried her best to avoid it between life and death, the spirit of the strong wind was still following her. If the other party did not launch a second attack, but turned into an updraft and caught the tray with food, otherwise the broken one would have been her neck.

What's ridiculous is that the other party didn't even take action.

When she saw those strange-colored eyes, Ericsson had already realized who the visitor was. However, due to the massive blood loss and injuries, it was too late for her to notify the serving Princess of the warning. She fell in a pool of blood.

Roland had already taken the tray and opened the door.

In the quiet room, perhaps because of the reassuring silence, Alice turned over several times, and finally fell asleep in a horizontal position, with her hair spread out on the bed like a river of golden light.

"Huh, uh..."

Roland looked at the girl who made cute breathing sounds and studied her face.

Everyone has to admit that this is a beautiful and lovely girl, with long blond hair that is always smooth and shiny, transparent milky white skin that is extremely smooth, a straight bridge of nose, and a pair of big sparkling eyes under long eyelashes. The things put together create a slender beauty like a doll.

From the bottom of his heart, Roland also thought that this girl was very attractive, not from her body, but from the radiance that was about to overflow. This girl had a talent that he would be obsessed with.

Without any comparison, Roland can be sure that this must be the most powerful witch in the world. If this was the period when the gods existed, she would probably be given an olive branch by the powerful gods because she has this qualification.

The qualification to climb towards higher realms, towards the gods in heaven.

Finally, under her long gaze, her eyelashes began to tremble slightly.

"Well……"

Princess Alice relaxed her stiff body for the first time in a long time and groaned. Through the gap in the curtains, the sunlight had already shone on the middle of the bed. This meant that it had been a long time. She originally just wanted to take a nap, but she actually slept until the afternoon. What an incredible move.

Perhaps it was because it was easier to fall asleep after excitement. She had not had such a comfortable sleep for a long time, but it was a rare move for the strict housekeeper to indulge her for so long.

"Ericsson?"

Princess Alice made a hoarse yet sweet voice, and her closed eyes slowly opened.

The focus of the pair of eyes did not overlap, and the moist eyes looked in the direction of Roland. Princess Alice's relaxed expression still had a bit of a sleepy look on it, making her look very innocent and cute.

Her sleepy eyes were clearly conscious, but she was still in a trance. When Roland tentatively stretched out his hand, she took the initiative to rub his hand with her face, making unconscious little noises in her throat, like a clinging cat.

Princess Alice, who was relaxed because of her long-lost deep sleep, subconsciously called her housekeeper, but she did not get the usual response. Instead, she smelled an unusual smell of blood. Her superior inspiration also sent a sharp sound like an air raid siren. Chirp.

She regained consciousness stiffly and saw a classical chair placed beside her bed. She withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened. The extremely handsome young man was using that strange His eyes looked at everything about her.

"Have you seen enough? King, if you want to continue, please feel free to do so, but can you allow me to treat my butler first?"

She has platinum blonde hair, a stunning face that can be admired even by picky aesthetics, a dignified and elegant manner, and a voice that is still light and melodious even when angry.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the pale skin is considered a detractor, and there is very little blood color. It gives people a pitiful and weak temperament, which is also very suitable to Roland's taste.

Even though he is the one who is in crisis, he still immediately thinks of the responsibility of those involved. This kind of heroic temperament is in sharp contrast to his frail body.

This woman has training value.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone. After all, it's not etiquette to leave a body behind when you're a guest for the first time."

Roland picked up the tray and said, "Rather than this, why don't you eat first? You're so pale, it's not good if you don't eat well."

"Your Majesty Roland! There is no need for you to humiliate me like this."

Princess Alice repeated it again in an annoyed tone. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but because she was wearing a nightgown, she could only glare at Roland.

Hearing such words, Roland's smile not only did not fade away, but became even brighter. He looked at the girl who dared to look at him, and his pupils lit up with a strange light.

After using illusions to temporarily take away the girl's control, like playing with a doll, Roland controlled Princess Alice to open her mouth, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and brought it to her mouth.

"That's not okay. When facing other people's kindness, you have to accept it obediently."