Wang Quan almost lost his' bon jour '.
What the girl said was a bit ridiculous.
Wang Quan did not believe that she was born with an air of nobility.
Wang Quan only agreed with two theories about the so-called noble temperament.
One was the posture and clothing that she had trained since she was young. At the same time, the person had to be very confident. This confidence would be reflected in her expression and eyes.
The second theory was also simple. It depended on whether the other party knew who you were.
Generally, the so-called aura was made up by the people who came into contact with you.
According to your position, people would automatically imagine that you were dignified and subconsciously respect you.
Regardless of whether they respected you or not, they could at least show it on the surface.
If you were the boss, if you said, "Little X, go get me a glass of water," even if they were unhappy, they would still do it.
Instead, they would add, "CEO X, your water."
That was how society worked.
The girl who called herself Sephina was like that.
Not to mention the material of her clothes, just her confident eyes and the occasional subconscious sense of superiority were not something an illegitimate daughter who grew up in the slums could have.
There were also two other Transcendents.
They were probably sent by her family to protect her. The way they looked at her was like how servants looked at their master.
However, Wang Quan did not expose them. Instead, he said, "Looks like there's no chance for cooperation. But you can continue to use the identity of 'Black Feather'.
"Of course, I'll keep an eye on you. If you use my identity to do anything bad … I'll kill you all."
It was easy to understand.
Looking at the "Black Feathers" who were not Transcendents, it was obvious that they trusted Sephina very much.
It was not easy for the people of the slums to trust an outsider. This meant that Sephina did grow up in the slums.
At the very least, she would come often.
So … part of what she said should be true.
There was indeed an illegitimate daughter of Viscount Rafa called Sephina, and she was indeed driven to the slums with her mother.
The question was, could a single mother who used to be a maid survive in the slums with a baby?
Plus, there was the possibility that the viscount's family sent people to silence her.
The answer was self-evident.
Viscount Rafa only had one living daughter, but there were indeed "Sephanie" and "Sephanie" at the same time.
Heh, no wonder she betrayed her own class. Looks like she's also a girl with a story.
Wang Quan raised his left index and middle fingers and flicked them to the side of his head. "Bye bye ~"
A scarlet whirlwind mixed with black feathers spun.
Sephina and the others subconsciously raised their hands to block the smoke.
When the smoke dissipated, there was no sign of Wang Quan. Only the bloody pieces of flesh on the ground that looked like a slaughterhouse proved that something had happened here.
After watching in silence for a while, Sephina, no, Sephanie finally said to the non-supernaturals, "Let's go back and tell everyone not to do anything for now. There are a lot of things happening in Paris. Tell everyone to be careful."
"Got it, boss! You have to be careful! Recently, someone has been investigating your identity! "The remaining few people said, then scattered in all directions.
After they left, a knight jumped out from the shadows a little further away.
After standing up straight, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed before saying, "Miss! Master wants you to go back quickly! "
Sephanie's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What happened?"
"At the banquet, Lord Viscount heard that the Morafor Family would disguise themselves as' Black Feathers' to attack the mansion, so he hurried back. But before the attack, Lord Viscount received more important news … "
The knight swallowed to hide his shock. "His Majesty the King was assassinated, and the murderer is … Prince Louis XIX!"
“！！！”
Sephanie's expression was complicated. "He finally did it …"
She and Louis XIX were childhood sweethearts?
Actually, not really.
Louis XIX was almost ten years older than her. She was more like a childhood sister who followed her brother around.
There was no such thing as love.
But Sephanie was indeed influenced by him, and that was … revolution.
Unfortunately, because of the different growing environments, the two of them had different ideas.
Because Sephanie knew about Sephina since she was young and saw the mother and daughter die of illness with her own eyes, she was determined to atone for her father. She lived her life for Sephina.
If it was revolution, she was a traitor to her class and belonged to the poor.
In other words, "go to the masses."
Louis XIX had the same idea, but the "masses" in Louis XIX's view were capitalists and merchants.
He wanted to change the lives of some nobles and farmers.
How should she put it? Because the farmers had a large number of slaves to farm, there were not enough sweatshop workers.
He did it for the prosperity of France, but his choice … was different from Sephanie's.
From today on, they would probably go their separate ways.
But Sephanie was more worried about another person.
That was, her teacher, her guide.
The queen of France, Nora Garcia.
If the king was assassinated, what would the queen do …
Biting her lower lip, Miss Sephanie, known as the pearl of Paris, put on the "Black Feathers" mask again and hurried home.
…
"Mother, I'm sorry to have startled you."
In the bedroom of the Palace of Versailles, Louis XIX knelt on one knee respectfully.
But when he looked at the figure behind the veil, he did not hide his admiration and fanaticism at all.
"You still have a lot of government affairs to attend to. Please attend to the affairs of the state first."
The woman behind the veil spoke.
Her voice was gentle and slightly husky, just like a cocktail.
It was sweet at first, but the more he drank, the more intoxicated he became.
It was obvious that Louis XIX was intoxicated.
But as a romantic French gentleman, he decided to follow her wishes for the time being.
Good things should be done slowly.
And … as expected of the woman he had a crush on for ten years. Gentle, tolerant, and concerned for the safety of France!
This was the perfect queen of France in his heart!
"Please rest for the time being. I will attend to government affairs first."
Louis XIX excused himself.
A slender hand gently lifted the veil, revealing the peerless beauty behind it.
Her milky white light blonde hair suddenly began to curl at the waist.
Her eyes, as blue as the sky, sculpted the three-dimensional facial features on her fair skin more and more perfect.
Those gem-like eyes were very calm.
But there was a hint of unconcealable sadness in the calmness, which made her all the more charming.
If Wang Quan were here, he could probably be described with three words.
"The Widow."
This was the queen of the Kingdom of France, Nora Garcia.
She was wearing a black dress at the moment. She looked back and whispered, "Ksira, did I really do something wrong?"
Ksira stood by the window and looked out.
No one knew what kind of storm was brewing in the dark city of Paris.
Hearing Nora's words, she turned back and chuckled. "This is your choice. I just came to witness … to witness your death."
"Yes …" Nora smiled sadly. "But I can't turn back anymore."
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