After half a month of training, Salman had developed an instinctive fear of this young man.
Every word Hardedef said was engraved in his body, and whenever he wanted to resist, he would involuntarily tremble.
"Raise your head." Although Erland's tone was a little cold, his voice was filled with the elegance and affection of nobles, which made Salman involuntarily raise his head to look at the person in front of him.
"Tsk, no matter how similar you are, you are still a fake."
Looking at the person in front of him, Erland sneered. Even if he looked like Sister Sheila, there were still some things in his bones that were different.
Although they were nobles, they lacked the unique temperament and elegance of the Blood Breeds. Amidst their decadence, there was a sense of satisfaction and neglect. Because time could never leave a trace on their bodies, the Blood Breeds always carried a sense of depravity.
The word "fake" was an insult to Salman. His pride did not allow him to be anyone's substitute.
He raised his head to look at Erland, his eyes full of anger and humiliation, but after a month of training by Hardedef, he was instinctively afraid of the young man in front of him.
Pride and cowardice, when two completely different feelings appeared in the same person at the same time, it finally made Erland a little interested. Perhaps this human was not that annoying after all.
Seeing the interest in his master's eyes, Hardedef took a step back and swallowed the words he was about to say. To him, as long as his master liked it, even if it was a little rude, it was not unbearable.
"Sit down." After seeing enough of Salman's contradictory attitude, Erland nodded and then ignored his existence.
Seeing this scene, Salman bit her lips as a look of humiliation flashed in her eyes.
Being completely ignored was even more unacceptable than being verbally insulted. After coming to Fort Collins for more than a month, the young man in front of him had not looked at him more than ten times. No one had ever dared to ignore him like this before!
However, Hardedef's "education" made him remember that this person was his master, and he could not resist no matter what he did.
"What's the matter today?" After breakfast, Eileen symbolically asked John for a handkerchief, tapped the corner of her mouth twice, and then asked John about the day's schedule.
"Master, half a month ago, you accepted the Countess' invitation to go to Fort Langley today." His master did not like to interact with humans, but he would not miss the necessary social interactions.
Hearing Hardedef's words, Erland frowned. Obviously, this news was not to his liking, but he still nodded and then looked at Salman who was still eating breakfast.
"Help him change his clothes and let him go with me."
After saying this, Erland turned around and went upstairs to change his clothes. Since the other party had invited him so warmly, he could not be impolite.
When Eiland came downstairs, he saw Salman standing there in humiliation. Looking at his clothes, Eiland seemed to understand something.
Probably only Hardedef could make someone who used to be a prince wear a servant's uniform.
It seemed like John really wanted to train Salman into a little pet of He Ge.
"Master, everything is ready."
He nodded at Hardedef and signaled Salman to follow him. Then, the two of them got into a car.
In less than half an hour, the two of them arrived at Fort Langley. Looking at the familiar scene, Salman's face instantly turned pale.
He had been here more than once, but every time he was here, he was a guest of honor. He did not know what kind of humiliation he would receive today.
"Get out of the car and follow me." Looking at the motionless person in the car, Erland frowned and was somewhat displeased.
Hearing Erland's voice, Salman shuddered and subconsciously did as he was told. When he realized what he had done, Salman's face turned pale.
"If you don't want to go with me, I will send someone to send you back to the Halan Empire."
After saying that, he didn't care about Salman's reaction and went straight to Langriel Castle. He wasn't joking. If this little pet didn't listen to him today, he would naturally send her back. However, he wouldn't send her back to the Halan Empire. Instead, he would send her back to Dolon.
At this time, Salman did not care about his dignity and face. He must not be sent back to the Halan Empire now!
When he followed Erland into the back garden, he really regretted it because the countess was not the only one here today. There were many young ladies from aristocratic families, and many of them were his admirers. Now …
"Duke of Cumberland, long time no see. You are still as handsome as ever." Countess Holman, who was sitting on the main seat, stood up and bowed to Erland.
Salman was shocked when he heard her words. He had lived in Fort Collins for more than a month, but he did not know this person's name.
On the night he was sent here, the two of them had been calling him Your Highness, and the only way Hardedef called him was master. Even if there were occasional visitors, everyone was very humble when they saw him and respectfully called him Your Highness. No one dared to call him by his name.
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