Guy walked in the garden in front of Mindis Hall, passing through the pebbled path that was filled with morning light and greenery. He was in a good mood.
Of course, according to the schedule, the stubborn old man had left the city today with a full entourage. It was said that he was going to patrol the south for at least a month or two.
As Guy thought of this, he felt that even the sky had become much clearer.
As for the grounding order the stubborn old man gave him … Who the hell cared about that?
Well, maybe there were people who did care.
When Guy approached the hall door, Nolanur, who was standing guard under the pillar, stared at him with a silly expression that said, "Why are you here?"
And that was why he had brought Val along.
Before Nolanur could open his mouth to ask, Val cleared his throat, walked forward under Guy's gaze, and started to make things difficult for his younger brother with his loud voice that was unique to Northlanders.
As one of the members of the Royal Guards, Nolanur Arunde might be able to deal with assassins without hesitation, but he was definitely not good at dealing with troublesome brothers who came from the same mother.
Guy knew this very well.
Taking advantage of the fact that Nolanur had no time to care about him, Kay smoothly walked into the hall.
Perhaps because the stubborn old man had left the city, the security in Mindis Hall was not as strict today. A few cleaning servants came and went in a hurry. The Jadestar Private Army only stood guard at the periphery. Only the elite and few Royal Guards guarded a few important positions.
Morion stood by the side door of the left hall with his eyes wide open. Rogo stood opposite him in the right hall, dozing off against the wall.
And right in front of Guy, Tony stood steadily with his hands behind his back. Behind him were the stairs and the statues of the Three Constellation Kings on the wall.
"His Majesty has grounded you," Tony's voice was emotionless.
"You should not be here."
Guy snorted and continued to walk towards the stairs.
"You should not ask where I am going."
But Tony reached out and stopped him.
"Go back," he said coldly. His tone left no room for negotiation.
"This is for your own good."
Guy glanced at the knife at the back of Tony's waist.
'Trouble.'
Guy had always believed that there were two types of people in the world: those he could defeat, and those he had to call for help — like Val and the strong attendant Kana — to defeat.
But without a doubt, the famous Chief Guard of the Royal Guards, Lord Conrad Tony, belonged to the third category.
Morion and Rogo, who were standing on both sides, looked at each other, as if they were anticipating what was going to happen next.
Guy sighed and took a step back.
"Well, do you know the most interesting part about what happened next?"
Tony pursed his lips.
Kai smiled brightly and danced to express himself. :
"I wanted to go up, but you wouldn't let me. Then I insisted, so you started fighting. But I struggled, and the commotion was big enough to flip the roof of the hall. Then the messenger came down with the order to stop — to bring me up."
Tony frowned and glanced at the steps behind him.
Guy crossed his arms and smiled confidently.
"So why don't we skip all the steps in the middle and get to the end result: Let me go up?"
Tony's expression became even more unsightly.
On the other side, Morion blinked and pointed to the top of his head. "Ahem, he has a point. I mean, let him go up?"
In the right hall, the corners of Rogo's mouth twitched. He looked as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't help it.
Guy felt that he had indeed won.
Because Tony snorted angrily, but did not do anything. He retreated to the side.
"That's more like it."
Guy proudly raised his nostrils in victory and walked past Tony, ignoring the other man's livid face.
In order to provoke him, he even raised his hands and snapped his fingers rhythmically. He tapped his feet, hummed a tune, and shook his shoulders. Ignoring the strange gazes from the servants and the Royal Guards around him, he sashayed up the stairs.
Guy arrogantly walked past the portrait of the Three Kings of Constellation — the Bastard King, the Wife King, and the Bad Debt King (the last time he called him that, the Old Stubborn King personally held him down in the Constellation Tomb and beat him with a rod thirty times until his pregnant mother heard the news and rushed back from the tea party to save him). He winked at the two maids who were coming down the stairs. They were so frightened that they dodged to the side, turned around, and ran away.
'It's still a beautiful day, isn't it?'
Guy thought contentedly as he stared at the back of one of the younger maids and admired her shaking hips.
However, he had only taken a few steps when he saw a strong man dressed in black walking down the stairs while being escorted by two attendants.
Guy's light footsteps instantly stopped.
'No.'
The moment he saw the man in black, Guy wailed in pain in his heart.
'It's him.
'The person I don't want to see the most.
'The most, there is no' one of '.
'Why is he here?
Why isn't he in the place where he should be the most — the dirty military camp, the harsh north, where he continues to drink his people's blood and chop off their heads? '
Guy clenched his teeth in pain. He lowered his head in a practiced manner and leaned against the side of the stairs to minimize his presence. Then, like a lowly servant, he silently turned around and planned to slip away.
He did not expect the man in black to ignore him.
But in the end, his wish was not fulfilled.
"Where are you going?"
Guy froze in his tracks.
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from above his head. It sounded like an old organ that had been corroded for many years. When it was played, every string was a murderous weapon. "Is this your reaction after a year of separation?"
The man in black walked down the stairs with a majestic gait. He had an imposing appearance.
Morion, Rogo, and Tony all stood solemnly and bowed to the man. It was a treatment that Guy had never enjoyed before.
'Wait a minute.'
Kiah glanced down at Morion and suddenly understood.
They knew he was here.
They did it on purpose.
"Hiding, running away, turning a blind eye … Just like how you run away from your identity and duty."
This man had eyes as sharp as a blade, a firm and resolute face, a broad chest, and a body that seemed as if it would never bend.
Most importantly, his appearance was like a dose of ice and snow. It chased away all the warmth in the hall and replaced it with heaviness and tension.
Guy exhaled in resignation and turned around with a numb scalp.
The man in black stood above him and said coldly,
He said coldly, "My dear little brother."
Cold sweat broke out on Guy's forehead. Panic and fear, which he had not felt for a long time, assaulted him at the same time.
'Damn it.'
Guy sighed silently in his heart. He did not want to (not that he did not dare!) He looked straight into the man's eyes and only fixed his gaze on the front of the man's chest.
'I am not afraid of him.
'You are not afraid of him.
'Damn it, Guy, you are not afraid of him!'
Guy repeated it three times in his heart.
Guy raised his head and forced himself to squeeze out an ugly smile.
"Hi, Horace!
"My dear brother, the weather is not good … When did you return to the capital?"
God knew how much effort Guy had put in to squeeze out this sentence amid his fear and nervousness.
Horace frowned slightly. It was as if the temperature around him had started to drop.
Indeed, in this world, Guy was one of the people Guy did not want to see the most.
It was his tall, strong, courageous, murderous, and mentally unstable second brother who lacked love.
Of course, Guy would not usually say the last description to his face.
"If I had known earlier, I could have prepared …"
Horace stared at Guy for a while until the coldness in his eyes could almost fill up the entire cellar. Then, he snorted and interrupted Guy with an ominous sound.
"I heard.
When the police station was chasing after the fugitive, they 'coincidentally' dragged you out of a club in Red Street Market. "
Guy's smile instantly froze.
'Wait.
'This …'
Horace continued to stare at Guy expressionlessly.
'Alright, as usual, this guy has no intention of making small talk.
'But …'
Guy shook his head laboriously. He twitched as he fiddled with his cheeks. There was an unnatural chuckle in his voice.
"No, no, no. You misunderstood. I just had a poetry discussion with my friends. The atmosphere in Red Street Market is better, so we booked a private room. We drank some wine together and discussed the manor-style poetry during the Red King's era …"
Horace narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly approached Guy. Coupled with his strong body, he was like a small mountain pressing down on Guy.
"Friends? Poetry discussion? "
Guy nodded innocently.
"You know, the kind of things Herman likes to do …"
Horace continued to stare at him coldly.
"But Herman has never held a poetry discussion at two in the morning," the second prince said coldly, "nor on a super luxurious soft bed in Red Street Market."
Midnight.
Big bed.
Guy had a bad feeling that something bad was about to happen.
"He also never got stuck in the middle of three naked women in a drunken stupor when the police officers arrived. Then, he was dragged naked on the street until he cried out the name of the royal family."
Horace spoke very slowly, and every word sounded muffled.
Guy's expression froze.
'Damn it.
'Isn't this supposed to be a secret?
'Where did he find out about it? 'The police station?'
He swore that when Horace said the words "naked women", Morian, who was below them, glanced at them while holding back his laughter.
'Even though the fact that Guy was grounded was public, the truth behind it … The stubborn old man has given strict orders. Other than those involved, shouldn't this matter be covered up?'
Guy twisted his neck unnaturally and looked elsewhere.
"Um, where … did you hear about it?"
Horace's eyes were filled with contempt.
"My wife, and she heard about it from Madam Hebron."
'Madam Hebron?
'Wait a minute. So it means …'
Guy seemed to have figured something out. A huge haze of impending doom flashed across his mind.
'Oh, no.
'The noblewomen in the capital's circle of gossipy noblewomen … Don't expect me to be their mouthpiece ever again!
'Uh, except for Madam Elysée …
'After all, her moans are too moving …'
But Horace's voice interrupted Guy's thoughts, which had already drifted to the Far East.
"After you were caught lying naked on a bed with a cheap whore, the widow of a meritorious minister, and a viscountess whose husband did not know about it, and your identity was known by half the people on the street …"
His second brother did not hide the disgust in his tone.
"The dignity of the royal family, the loyalty of the nobles, the stability of the rule … Do you know how much effort Father had to put in to clean up your mess? Just because you could not control your lower body? "
Guy raised his eyebrows. He did not think much of it.
'Hmm, I kind of know. The whipping marks in Renaissance Palace are still fresh in my mind.
'There are also a lot of gifts and gifts to comfort the vassals, especially to the husband who was known to the entire king to be cuckolded. But Guy is certain that the coward who likes to listen to his wife's screams used this in exchange for a promotion. He must be very happy.
'Is this not enough?'
"Every time we thought that you would know your place and repent, you would impatiently jump out and tell everyone that you are still the most disgusting clown."
Guy realized that he was trembling slightly.
"Our enemies should really thank you. You single-handedly turned our family and surname into the biggest joke in this country." Horace's gaze was like that of a military judge in a military camp.
'See, this is what they care about.
'Surname.
'Family.
'Really old-fashioned. Is there anything else?'
Guy sneered in his heart and made up his mind. 'I'm going to go against him.
'This arrogant bastard.
And he knows how to provoke Horace. '
Guy looked like he did not care at all. He snorted and said, "Joke?
"I'm not sure. Anyway, that night, Madam Elysée laughed quite happily. I mean, who doesn't like to discuss poetry?"
Guy was satisfied to see that Horace's expression became darker.
'That's right. The angrier he is, the happier I am.
'If this damned muscleman really thinks that he can …'
Guy spread out his hands and smiled provocatively.
"Of course, you may not understand. You may prefer to be in a military camp, rubbing shoulders and sweating buckets with tens of thousands of burly men every night …"
In the next second, the black-clothed Horace suddenly swung his right arm, and his fingers grabbed out like an eagle's claw!
* Slap! *
He grabbed Guy's shoulder joint in a death grip.
Kiah shuddered, hissing at the sudden pain.
He subconsciously raised his hand and struggled against Horace's fingers in a flurry.
But his brother used some unknown technique. With a flash and a wave of his left hand, Guy's right wrist became numb, and then it drooped down powerlessly.
"Is this all you can do?"
Horace's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he approached him. The strength in his hand slowly increased, and Guy was in so much pain that he was sweating all over. "You can't even break an egg … How do you get women? Let them f * ck you? "
'Damn it, damn it, damn it!'
Guy's face twitched and his shoulders trembled. He turned his body sideways and tried his best to resist the rough, hook-like hand. He wanted to break free, but he could not.
'Damn it, damn it. Where did this damn muscleman get his strength from?'
"Cry, scream, just like before. It's a pity that I can't come and save you anymore …"
There seemed to be a storm in Horace's eyes.
"Or continue to run away from home like a coward, just like you did three years ago? Oh, I forgot. You're a young master with soft skin and tender flesh. You can't even reach Cold Castle. You died penniless on the side of the road. Or was it my troops who brought you back? "
Guy wanted to kick with his right leg, but Horace, who could predict the future, kicked his ankle in advance, and he returned empty-handed.
Behind Horace were two fierce-looking attendants to the prince. They were Polk and Sird, who were obviously not good people. They seemed to be used to their master punishing people. They only cast each other a glance before they quietly took a few steps back and looked elsewhere to give their prince some space.
"Tell me.
"How many years has it been?" Horace's voice was very terrifying. He exerted more force in his hand, and Guy was forced to bend his knees slowly. "When will you learn not to be a useless piece of trash, not to be a disgrace to the family, and not to drag us down?"
Waves of pain shot through Guy's shoulder joint and his collarbone. He almost fainted from the pain.
But that was no longer important.
"When will you stop being an eyesore to us like that rat poop in the pot?"
Guy sulked and pretended to glare at his older brother in a tough manner.
He did not beg for mercy, nor did he scream. He did not lower his head and admit his mistake.
He could not admit defeat.
He could not show weakness.
Especially in front of this lunatic.
Just like in the past.
'No!'
"What? When?"
Guy's face contorted. With his blurry eyes, he stubbornly squeezed out a pained smile.
"Perhaps, never?"
Horace was obviously not satisfied with his answer.
The second prince's arm muscles, which were honed from years in the army, trembled slightly.
In the next second, Guy felt the big hand on his shoulder change its position. What followed was a sharp pain that pierced his heart!
Guy's face turned pale from the pain. He could not help but tighten his body, hoping to reduce the pain.
He had to leave this place. This was a fact that every part of Guy's body reminded its master in an unnatural manner. He had to leave this damned muscular man in front of him.
Val was probably still arguing with his brothers at the door. Kana was ordered to go home and reflect on his actions, and Guy's attendants could not be counted on …
Below them, the Royal Guards must have seen it, but they dutifully stood on their posts and turned a blind eye to it.
Guy could not help but regret his terrible attitude towards them just now.
At this moment …
"I did not want to interrupt you, Horace."
A crisp and powerful, yet refreshing and pleasant male voice rose from the stairs in front of them. There was a hint of mockery in it.
"But all of you seem to be … blocking the stairs?"
Horace snorted coldly and rudely. His hand loosened a little because of this shout.
Guy breathed a sigh of relief when he did not feel as much pain anymore.
But Horace did not even look at him.
The second prince's attendants, Polk and Sird moved to the side and bowed slightly to the newcomer.
This man was tall and slender, but not skinny. His skin was fair, but not weak. When he stepped down the stairs and looked up, he gave off a refreshing feeling.
Although Guy had seen it countless times, he had to admit that both he and Horace were once again attracted by his face the moment their eyes met. They even forgot their pain for a moment.
There was no other reason, because this man was really …
Too handsome.
The edges and corners of his face seemed to have been personally chiseled by a master. Every inch was just right. It was not sharp or abrupt, but it was not mediocre either.
His entire body gave off a natural, elegant, and valiant aura. When he did not smile, he was like a still painting. Every part of him was exquisitely carved. When he smiled, it was like a blossoming light, making people forget about him.
And his gaze was like the work of the gods. When it was bright, it was like a whirlpool, captivating one's soul. When it was dim, it emitted melancholy, making people feel sorry for it. When he looked directly at it, it was full of sincerity, and when he looked disdainfully, it was dignified.
"Look at him acting like a ruffian."
Horace's hand was still on the pale Guy. He did not even turn his head around.
"I just don't understand. Why are we brothers and share the same surname?"
The terrifyingly handsome man cast a glance at Guy. He curled his lips and revealed a smile. It was like a blooming flower, and it dazzled Guy's vision.
"Yes.
Sometimes, I wonder about this as well. "
The handsome newcomer shrugged.
Guy began to tremble slightly.
Brother.
This was his brother.
His family.
And his damn … bloodline.
Things he would rather not have.
When he thought of this, Guy gritted his teeth, raised his head again, and spat. "Yes, why?
"Ask our mother," Li Hua said.
Horace's expression turned cold, and he exerted force with his fingers.
Guy felt his shoulder starting to hurt again.
But at this moment, the beautiful man by the side coughed softly.
"Forget it, Horace.
Your time is much more precious than this guy's. It's not worth wasting your time. "
The beautiful man pointed above his head. He had a smile that could kill both men and women.
"Besides, this is his hall."
"It's his territory."
It's not suitable. "
This sentence was effective. At least, Horace was silent for a while.
Guy still tried his best to fight against his "elder brother's love", but his struggles were useless. It was like he was scratching an itch for Horace.
After a few seconds, the second prince seemed to have figured something out and finally let go.
Once he was free, Guy leaned against the wall as if he had deflated. He panted harshly and rubbed his shoulder.
He looked at the beautiful newcomer, rolled his eyes, and called out the newcomer's name weakly.
"Herman."
If someone asked Guy what was worse than running into a bastard brother early in the morning, the answer would definitely be:
Running into two bastard brothers.
That's right, Herman Jadestar.
His youngest brother.
Guy glared at Herman angrily. He was sensitive enough to notice that Herman's gaze was as arrogant as ever. It was filled with disdain and contempt.
Most importantly …
'Damn it, why is he so handsome?!'
He had to admit that among the brothers, Guy and Herman took after their mother. But when it came to it, Herman was the one who truly inherited and even developed his mother's beauty.
Well, it might not be accurate to describe him as beautiful, but in fact, using male adjectives to describe Herman would make him seem too boorish and crude. But if he used female adjectives to praise him, it would be too feminine and not powerful enough.
So, Guy found a nickname for him that would not be too boorish and masculine, and would not be mistaken for a female.
'Sissy.'
Even though Guy was certain that all the people who had seen Herman with their own eyes would not agree to use this term.
But what else could Guy do? There were only so many words in the world, right? He had to choose one.
This was definitely not because he was jealous of Herman's looks. Yes, maybe a little, but definitely not much.
Even though Guy would never forget that Herman Jadestar was the man who attracted the most attention at any ball.
Over the years, the number one spot on the list of people who wanted to have a good time with the ladies in the capital (and perhaps some men as well, Guy thought maliciously), and the number one spot on the list of people who wanted to have a good time with them the most was firmly controlled by this sissy.
But this sissy also understood the profound principle of letting go of the reins only to grasp them better, and giving them what they wanted. He pretended to be aloof, and never pretended to be courteous or hinted at, which made the ladies even crazier for him.
This extremely hypocritical hypocrite made Guy, who also had the blood of the royal family flowing in his veins, look like a vulgar and despicable street whoremaster who would go to any hole he found.
And every time, Herman would stare at him with a disdainful gaze …
A mechanical and boring voice joined the conversation.
"Your Highnesses, is there a problem?"
As the footsteps drew closer, a long-faced man dressed in the attire of a guard appeared on the stairs above. He looked down at the three princes from above.
When he saw this person, Horace narrowed his eyes and sized him up. Guy subconsciously shrank back.
The Fourth Prince, Herman, shrugged and nodded in a fitting manner. His voice was pleasant to the ears, and his smile was brilliant.
"No, Lord Zakriel. We are just brothers who have not seen each other for a long time to catch up."
The lord nodded, but did not move. He only stared at the three of them with a burning gaze.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
Horace understood what was going on. He grinned and chuckled. He no longer looked at Guy, who was panting against the wall. He brought his attendants down the stairs and left.
Zakriel watched his back as he walked further and further away.
It was only then that Guy exhaled, as if the disaster was over.
Herman chuckled and turned to Zakriel, who was above his head.
"You know, Your Highness, my brother has always admired you. He thinks that you should be serving the kingdom in his military camp, not in the Royal Guards."
The long-faced man was expressionless.
"I know."
Herman quirked an eyebrow and stared at him for a long time, but he did not say anything else.
"Alright."
The fourth prince sighed and nodded.
"This is probably what he likes about you."
Zakriel did not say anything.
Herman turned around and extended his hand to help Kessel, who was leaning against the wall, but the ungrateful Guy flung his hand away.
"So, you're hanging out with him now?"
Guy stared at him coldly. "You're making friends with your brothers, and this makes you feel good?"
The beautiful prince frowned.
"My feelings are not important. What's important is that, without me, you and Horace …"
Guy stared back at him arrogantly. "Come on, sissy, we all know what kind of person you are.
Stop pretending. "
Herman could not help but laugh.
He snorted and shook his head. His handsome and sharp features, which looked like they came out of a painting, shone slightly under the sunlight, and they could not help but stare at him.
"Do me a favor, Kessel."
Herman started calling him by his full name again.
God knows how much he hated this name.
Guy turned his head away in disdain.
Hymin said with a smile,
"Next time you want to discuss poetry with someone, buy a hat first and cover it up."
When he heard the words "discuss poetry", Guy already felt that something was wrong.
But he was still stunned for a second.
'Hat?'
"Buy a hat? Cover what?" he asked stupidly.
Herman was like a loving older brother. When Guy could not react, he stroked his younger brother's head in a doting manner. He smiled brightly.
"Don't you understand, little fool?
"Block the hole in your head."
'Huh?
Why do you have to cover the hole in your head … '
Kyle touched his forehead and suddenly realized something.
'Cover your father!'
However, Hymin had already walked away with his handsome face that could topple all living beings. Following behind the ice-cold and sharp Horace, who seemed to be waiting for someone to swallow them up, Hymin had already left.
Only Guy was left behind, stomping his feet in anger.
"Herman Jadestar, you're the one who has a hole in your head!
"Your whole family has a hole in their heads …" Cough, cough, cough. 'Something seems wrong …
'In short, is it great to be handsome?
Can you do whatever you want just because you're handsome? '
Guy cursed and turned around. He straightened the folds of his clothes and cursed this terrible morning.
But a chill ran down his spine, and he slowly raised his gaze.
He saw the Chief Penal Officer of the Royal Guards, Zakriel, still standing at the corner of the stairs above him. He stared at him indifferently and did not move.
'Somewhat? Person. '
It was as if he was reminding him of something.
Guy shuddered and understood what he meant.
'Yes.'
Guy glanced at Zakriel and thought gloomily.
How could he forget?
When the whip marks on his back were still throbbing with pain, how could he forget the person who carried out executions with whips under the king's orders?
Guy cast a sideways glance at the Chief Penal Officer above him, braced himself, and waved his hand.
"I know, I know I'm grounded, but I'm only here today to —"
But the long-faced Penal Officer did not wait for him to finish. He turned around indifferently and disappeared from Guy's sight.
Guy could only turn around resentfully when he was halfway through his expression. He could only place his hands by his waist in resignation.
'How nice.
At least he didn't ask about naked women. '
Guy threw a bully look that said, "What are you looking at?" at the King of Wives, who had a scary expression on his face. He continued walking up. When he reached the second floor, he was immediately stunned.
The French window on the second floor was open. Two large drawing boards and countless paints were placed in front of the window.
A plump man dressed in luxurious clothes sat between the drawing boards. His back was facing Guy, and he held a few paintbrushes between his hands. He was concentrating on capturing the courtyard of Mindis Hall at dawn on the canvas.
But Guy opened his mouth subconsciously.
"Fatty!"
Fatty … The man's back stiffened slightly.
Guy looked at the drawing board in horror and measured the distance between it and the stairs. "You … You've been here all this time?
"You … You heard everything?"
The plump man turned his butt around on the chair and revealed an ordinary face. His small eyes were squeezed into his chubby cheeks, and they blinked impatiently.
"No, I didn't hear everything."
The plump man dragged his voice out, and he looked like a profiteer. "I only know that you read poems with three or thirteen old, mature women naked?"
Guy's body swayed, and he wailed silently.
'No.
'You f * cking didn't hear everything?'
"Don't worry." The man whom he called Fatty seemed to understand Guy's despair. He shook his head, and he seemed to be taking pleasure in Guy's misfortune.
"I'm not interested in you being tied up and paraded naked through the streets."
'You f * cking said that again. You said I didn't hear everything?'
Guy was going crazy. He looked at the man who was trying to hold back his laughter, and he felt embarrassed and angry.
"I wasn't naked … Ah, forget it. I mean, you heard everything, but you just sat here and did nothing?"
Fatty waved one of his paintbrushes. "Uh-huh."
Guy widened his eyes.
"Did you see that murderous, muscular man? You just watched him lose his temper at me? "
"Uh-huh."
"Did you see your younger twin brother? Did you see him trying to please Horace and help him to humiliate me?"
"Uh-huh."
The plump man shook his head nonchalantly. His expression was still relaxed, and he looked quite pleased with himself without the slightest hint of guilt.
Guy made an extremely rude mouth gesture, but he did not scold Zakriel. He knew that Zakriel was nearby.
He threw his hands to the side as if he had given up on himself and exhaled.
"You're really something, stupid fatty.
That's your mess. Why should I get involved? "
The plump man shrugged.
Kai raised his finger and looked at him coldly with a "you're really something" look on his face.
"You know, Banker, sometimes I wonder, are you really my brother?
Did we really crawl out of the same mother's womb? Or did our mother sneeze when she gave birth to you? "
The expression of the man whom he called 'Fatty' turned cold.
'That's right, this is Bancroft.
His third brother.
It's said that he and Herman are twins. '
Guy looked at the man's face, which was so fat that it was squeezed together. He frowned subconsciously.
Hereditarily, Horace took after his father, while Guy and Herman took after their mother. As for Bancroft …
'Hmm, he probably took after a potato that his mother ate when she was pregnant.'
Ever since Banker started losing his shape when he was six years old, he became increasingly certain of this.
Banker was the one who did not seek trouble the least in Renaissance Palace. Other than the fact that he liked to draw paintings of souls that people could not recognize, he basically had no major flaws. What Guy meant was, look at his second brother and fourth brother. One was stubborn, and the other was flamboyant.
But this did not make Guy like him much. On the contrary, Banker's ignorant and innocent look of "it's none of my business when my brothers fight" made Guy extremely disgusted.
What was worse than being opposed was being ignored.
That was why this stupid fatty always gave Guy the desire to beat him up, even though Guy knew that his fists would only bounce off Banker's bottomless flesh. Speaking of which, how would Banker … do that? Would he be able to show it when he was up? Would it sink into his flesh?
Banker took a deep breath and glanced at Guy as if he was looking at a trash can. He then let out a long sigh.
"You just don't understand, do you?"
Guy frowned.
"Understand what?"
Banker gave Kiah a long look.
The fatty then shook his head and waved his arm at the pillars and garden in the distance outside the window.
"In its hundreds of years of history, the design and layout of Mindis Hall are classics in the art world. The garden is an original work that has been passed down from generation to generation. Every angle is like a landscape painting. Many artists and masters of architecture have yearned to see it, but could not."
His tone was filled with admiration.
Guy raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Banker's arm. He only saw a stretch of black and gray stone pillars and a bunch of red and green flowers.
He turned his head rather stupidly.
"Landscape painting … So?"
After Banker finished admiring the scenery, he immediately put on a stern face.
"But when you stand here, little Kessel …" Leylin's eyes widened.
Banker grabbed the paintbrush and added some color to the canvas. He said with a look of disgust,
With a disgusted expression, he said, "It's like an extra stain on the canvas.
This is why you are ostracized everywhere and why everyone hates you.
Now, you'd better get lost. "
As Banker spoke, he pulled the drawing board away, twisted his seat, and turned it in another direction.
He left Guy with a fat, protruding butt that squeezed his pants tight.
Guy's smile froze.
He instinctively wanted to touch Banker's painting.
"Don't touch my stuff." Banker did not even turn his head.
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that when I tour the south next season, the beautiful ladies and madams of Blade Edge Hill will not know about your 'Naked Ass Poetry Recital'."
Guy's foot that was about to kick out froze in midair.
He moved his lips, but in the end, he could only turn around mechanically.
"Very well."
Guy said angrily, "Just hold on to your paintings that you can't sell, and hold on to those little people on your paper for the rest of your life!
"Damn fatty who doesn't have a sexual life!"
'Be single for the rest of your life!'
The damn fatty did not even turn his head. He only waved his right hand and stuck out a fleshy middle finger between the four paintbrushes.
Guy walked up the stairs to the third floor angrily.
But he kept thinking about that sentence.
'This is why everyone hates you.
Everyone hates you. '
Guy clenched his fists.
'He was wrong.'
Kiah said gloomily to himself.
Banker was wrong.
Not everyone.
Once upon a time, his mother liked him.
She would laugh heartily at his pranks and praise his creativity when the old stubborn man was angry, regardless of whether they were appropriate or not, regardless of the consequences.
Until she …
Not everyone.
Guy stopped and looked up at the room in front of him: the most important main room in Mindis Hall.
He gulped, cleared his throat, and tidied up his clothes.
But before Guy could knock on the door, it opened.
A prince's attendant who was born in a low-ranking noble family bowed and smiled at him, indicating that he could enter.
"His Highness is waiting for you."
Guy felt warmth in his heart.
Not everyone.
He said to himself slowly.
Not everyone.
He politely and appropriately responded to the friendly attendant with the most respectful etiquette Prince Kessel had in his life. He even remembered that the attendant's name seemed to be Caso.
Guy took a deep breath, and with the most cheerful and happy mood, he walked into the room with the lightest and most relaxed footsteps.
He knew that the owner of the room did not like noise.
But the other party had never been angry at his outrageous behavior.
Because.
Because not everyone hated him.
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