Why it never ends

Chapter 1129 Similar

For a moment, the entire table fell silent.

Finally, Chloe responded: "…So is Kovicik still there now? Or has he come back?"

"He does go to the farm every now and then," Fatima glanced at her daughter, "but what does that have to do with you, Chloe? You go to His Majesty's palace to ride horses, right?"

"..." Chloe was a little annoyed. She looked at her mother with complicated eyes - yes, yes, of course I went there for horse riding, but don’t you know what I actually want to do!

Fatima lowered her eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Your father and I plan to stay there for a few days next time--"

"How long?" Hina asked immediately.

“It depends on the situation. Maybe two or three days,” Fatima said, “but if necessary, a week or two is possible.”

"Then my chess lesson—"

"You can bring your chessboard and chess pieces with you," Fatima looked at her daughter strangely, and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Hesta seems to like chess very much, too. You can try to invite her to play with you."

"...Mom." Xina was a little helpless, "Okay, I'll do that, but can you ask Mr. Dobini to go to the palace to teach me?"

"If you insist," Fatima said, "we can also let Mr. Daubini go with us to the palace, but it may be later, such as tomorrow or the day after tomorrow... It also depends on his recent arrangements."

The conversation at the table continued, and as Xina fell silent, no one paid attention to her. She also adjusted her emotions, trying not to let others notice that she was feeling a surge of vitality at the moment. She deliberately lowered the corners of her mouth, as if she was less happy than ever before - but that was only because she was afraid that others would see that she wanted to laugh too much, and that it was not an ordinary smile, it was a kind of emotion that was overflowing with youth, involuntary, and repeatedly suppressed.

“Hina…Hina!” Fatima raised her voice slightly, “Your father is asking you a question.”

"Hmm?" Hina looked up. "What?"

"Why are you so sullen so early in the morning?" Trion was already angry. "Isn't it just that I asked you to go to the palace? Why are you so unhappy and have to be so grim?"

Hina was frightened by her father's sudden anger. Chloe saw this sudden change and subconsciously looked at her father: "...But this news is really too sudden. We are not prepared at all. Dad, you just said you would take us to the palace."

"Prepare? What preparation? Just grab your gear and get on the bus. Food, lodging, and entertainment are all ready. - Hina! Hina, where are you going?"

As Trion called out angrily, Xina stood up and ran out quickly. She covered her face as she ran, as if she was crying.

Trion was about to get angry, but Fatima suddenly pressed the back of his hand.

"...Honey, are you under too much pressure?" she whispered, "Do you need me to go for a walk with you?"

Trion took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the anger back into his bloated body. "Forget it." He still threw the fork on the table angrily, "Eat!"

……

At noon that day, the Tryon family drove to the emperor's palace. As soon as they got off the car, they heard an astonishing noise. Tryon's cheeks almost lost their color immediately. He couldn't imagine that in such a magnificent place, he would hear a group of people talking in their native language.

Tryon saw that on the open lawns where the nobles used to dance - the fluffy, lovely grass - there was now a group of women running wildly. They were neither dignified nor elegant, and even though they had changed into clean and tidy clothes, they still could not hide the smell of inferior people coming out of their eyes, nostrils, and mouths!

Trion almost took a step back, as he felt a real rage at that moment... a frenzied rage that could not be relieved by any hypocritical conversation.

"... It's just... It's just..." Trion breathed angrily, "The Governor actually agreed... The Governor actually..."

Chloe immediately covered her nose, not because she really smelled anything bad, but because her father's reaction immediately made her realize how ridiculous the scene in front of her was. When she thought that these amazing changes were brought about by Hesta, a strong sense of disgust immediately and naturally surged into her heart.

The women were playing with a ball. Chloe didn't understand how they played and wasn't interested. But when she followed her family into the hall, the ball suddenly rolled to Chloe's feet. She hooked her foot and stepped on the ball.

"Can you kick the ball over here?" a voice said.

Chloe turned around, intending to humiliate these shameless whale people in front of her father, but when she saw Jiaduolei's face, the harsh words that were about to come out of her mouth suddenly disappeared.

Unlike any of the other women there, Gahoduolei had an even skin tone, and she was tall and very thin, very, very thin, a figure that Chloe had tried so hard to create but had failed - in Chloe's eyes, Gahoduolei was obviously beautiful... even charming.

For a moment, Chloe was in a trance.

"Can you kick the ball over here?" Gahoduolei asked again.

"Uh... uh uh——" Chloe began to recall the swear words she had just used, but now she was a little confused. It was obvious that her accusations were not intended for someone like Gahoduolei.

Younis also rushed over at this time. She was not as polite as Jiahoduolei. She came up and said, "Little girl! Give the ball back to us!"

Seeing Eunice's strong arms and that rude and rude expression, Chloe quickly recovered. She frowned, kicked the ball in the other direction, and then pointed at Eunice's nose and scolded her for her rudeness with amazing courage.

"Chloe!" Fatima lowered her voice and looked at her daughter with a warning, "Shut up and come back!"

Gahodole had already turned to pick up the ball. Before following her family into the hall, Chloe turned back again and looked in Gahodole's direction. She had a strange feeling - even though she didn't know this girl yet, even though they hadn't talked yet, she and she should be the same kind of people.

Fatima led the children to the depths of the palace. Along the way, Trion's mood improved a lot. He looked at Fatima with some dissatisfaction: "How many times have I told you not to be so strict with the children all the time? When have you ever listened?"