The gloomy night is shrouded in the brightly lit Ailin Castle, and the high white walls are filled with countless dazzling dark green vines, which are numerous, even surrounding the numerous windows in the castle.

There are no easy-to-use magic lamps in the castle. The road along the way is full of candlesticks with swaying fire. The pungent smell of oil smoke is faintly smelled in the air. Under the guidance of the maid servant, Pandillia passed through a garden covered with snow, covered with snow, and was in a magnificent hall.

The blazing flames of the fireplace in the hall warmed the body, the candlesticks on the walls and the candle chandeliers on the ceiling illuminated every corner, and stepped on the white and flat floor, Pandelia's eyes were staring at a man sitting in the main seat in front of her.

The man was wearing a straight black dress, an exquisite bow tie under the collar, and a slightly tightened under the white underwear shirt showed the man's strong chest. The handsome face, which looked like a knife and an axe, had a gentle smile on his face. The first impression made people feel his politeness and friendship.

"Tonight, my dear Miss Pandillia."

Overled stood up and greeted with a standard aristocratic manner.

"Tonight, Lord Overled."

No need to think too much, Pandillia also knows who the man in front of her is.

"Please forgive me for the abruptness in the following to invite you to Castle Elin. I hope Miss Pandillia, you don't care."

Overled slowly walked towards Pandillia, still saying with a smile on his face.

"Your invitation is my honor, but I don't know what the purpose of your invitation to Illin Castle is, Lord Overled?!"

Pandilia took a step back slightly.

"Purpose? If I said I just wanted to meet my future fiancée, would you be satisfied with my answer?"

Overled closer to Pandillia, one step at a time.

"Mr. Offered, please don't make such boring jokes!"

Pandilia said with a cold face.

"Jok? Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Overled approached her and smiled as he looked at Pandillia's beautiful and delicate appearance.

"I'm sorry! I think you need to calm down your emotions, Mr. Overled."

Pandillia quickly stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance from Overled and said indifferently.

"No, no, I've always been calm! You're too nervous."

Overled no longer forcing Pandillia, he stood there and stared at her carefully.

"I heard that Lord Overled defeated Viscount Duda's sneak attack and invasion not long ago. Why are you, who are now preparing to support the Cantland front, staying at Ebranro?!" Pandillia changed the subject and tried to divert the embarrassing atmosphere.

"It seems you know a lot, but unfortunately your information is not complete and correct. I came back to Ebranro not because I was resting the army and preparing to go to Cantland for support!" Overled smiled faintly.

"Then you--" Pandilia said in her heart.

"Of course my purpose of coming back to Ebranro is for you, my dear Princess Pandillia!"

The topic finally returned to something that Pandillia didn't want to face.

"Mr. Overled, please pay attention to your words!" Pandillia sternly rebuked.

"It is indeed not a matter of inconsistent with the etiquette of aristocratic people. I apologize deeply to you here." As he said that, Overled once again politely performed a courteous manner.

This behavior made Pandillia frown. What was he thinking?

"Overliet! Please don't pretend to be hypocritical! Tell me the real purpose of your invitation!" Pandillia said directly.

"Didn't I say it? The purpose of my invitation is to meet my future fiancée!"

Overled slowly walked towards Pandillia.

"wishful thinking!"

Pandilia said with frost as she said, her hand wrapped in a coat holding the dagger tighter.

"This is not a delusion, but a reality that is ready to happen!"

As he said that, Overled had already walked up to her and looked down at the petite man who was only at the height of his chest, he stretched out his fingers and gently raised them against the other party's delicate chin without restraint.

"Overliet, do you have to think clearly about what you are doing?!" Pandillia said with a cold look.

"Of course I know what I am doing! But where did you come from when your bold refusal to resist me?" A trace of evil appeared in Overled's smile: "Let me guess, is it the Lord Drank Shalan who you hired to protect you?"

"You should know the consequences of offending a strong man!" Pandillia did not deny it.

“What a scary answer.”

Overleigh laughed, his laughter became more and more irritating!

"Do you really think I'm afraid of him!"

Stop laughter. Overled the handsome face and said with a ferocious look, "I'm afraid you can get news of his death without ten days or half a month!"

"What?!"

Pandillia was shocked and said in disbelief.

"Are you plotting against him?"

"Strange?! Maybe." Overled nodded indifferently and said, "Ofreud, if you are willing to be my fiancée, I can save his life for you!"

"Don't think about it! Your Excellency Xia Lan will never die easily! When he knows what you do to me, he will definitely kill you!" Pandilia returned to calmness and indifference.

"Kill me? It's really a matter of waiting!" Overled sneered.

"You will see that day!" Pandillia said in a row.

"Very good! So you must expect him not to die so easily, and the day he died is the day we got married!"

Overled turned his back and snapped his fingers.

"Come on, place Miss Pandillia in the room for me! No one is allowed to let her out of the room!"

After the words came, the door of the hall opened and several strong maids walked in. Without waiting for them to move, Pandillia snorted coldly: "Don't do it! I will leave myself!"

As Pandillia left, the magnificent hall fell into a deserted state.

"Sir, I'm wondering why you didn't just occupy her!"

Suddenly, a strange sound appeared in the hall.

"Oh? You want me to "qianjian" her?"

Overled sneered and said disdainfully: "Only men who are weak inside do such despicable things!"

"Oh?! Do you want to get her heart?" The voice smiled low. The laughter seemed to be mixed with a sarcasm.

"I admit her beauty, but she is just a tool to use for me!" Overled snorted coldly. "At least we have some room for relief before we hurt her!"

"Easy? Liberty? Sir, are you worried about the young upper swordsman?" said the voice.

"Don't underestimate that man. The spies on the front line sent the latest information. The old guy almost hit the stalemate with Viscount Frant. And that man was the key to that victory!" Overled said with a serious expression: "Who could have thought that that man could seriously delay Bai Xize's command of offense and defense! But he also paid a considerable price for this!"

"I heard that he was hit by a sword in his chest!" said the voice.

"Yes, it's a pity that it wasn't inserted into the heart!" Overled said regretfully.

"It seems that our opportunity has come!" said the voice.

"No, we can't take action before the old guy completely defeated Frant!" Overled said decisively.

"Hehe... The Count would never think that his son would stab him on the back then!" The voice seemed to think of something and said with a faint smile.

"Shut up! Don't slander my father! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Overled murderously intent toward a corner of the hall!

"I'm very surprised that the position of the Count is yours sooner or later, why do you act impatiently and want to betray and usurpate it!" the voice was silent and said.

"Because I need to prove to the old guy that he is really old!"

As he groped the ordinary silver-gray ring on his finger, Overled looked at the luxurious chair in the hall's main seat and said lightly.

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"Have the groom loaded all the luggage in my room onto the carriage? I'll be ready to go out after a while!"

He took a napkin to clean the greasyness around his mouth. Winnie said to the maid serving beside him while drinking honey water.

"Miss, everything you ordered is completed. Now the groom is waiting outside the door for you to set off at any time!" said the maid next to him.

"Very good! Then I'll set off now!"

As he said that, Winnie took out a bottle of wine from a small box she was carrying around and handed it to the maid and said, "It's very cold at night. Please send it to the groom to warm up first. This is the strong wine I specially treasured!"

The maid took the wine bottle and a smile appeared on her face and said, "Miss, you are so kind! I will hand it over to the groom now!"

"Go."

Winnie waved her hand and stood up, stretched out her tired body, and a strong sense of fatigue immediately attacked her.

Take out a bottle of potion from the portable box and drink it. He shook his head slightly. After feeling that his spirit had recovered a little, he took the thick coat handed over by the maid and wrapped it in. Winnie walked straight towards the door.

"Thank you for your reward, Miss!"

When he walked out the door and arrived in front of the carriage, the middle-aged groom said to Winnie with a grateful look on his face.

"No! How does the spirits I give you feel?"

Winnie smiled shyly, opened the small door of the carriage and went up to the back of the carriage.

"Very good! The little one has never drunk such a strong and wonderful wine. Now my body is warm and I won't feel cold even if I take off my coat!" The middle-aged groom pulled the reins and slowly drove the carriage and said happily.
To be continued...