Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

She just turned around and responded to Doris who had been waiting for a long time,

"why?"

A shallow, fragrant fragrance with a touch of rose smelled faintly into the tip of her nose, and Doris's delicate and beautiful palms were gently waved in front of her face.

"Because if you care too much, you will be discovered."

——Doris seems to be speaking some kind of objective fact from God’s perspective.

Grace pursed her lips. She tilted her head and deliberately pulled Doris away from her. Her cold mouth never spoke any truth.

"Just basic concern."

……

The rooftop of the hotel was lit by four shining magic lamps. On the square table in the middle of the rooftop were placed candles, expensive and beautifully packaged wine bottles, and a few scattered goblets.

Due to the operation of the magic circle, even on a shivering winter night, you will not feel the cold at all.

Grace sat on one side of the square table and looked at Miss Doris expectantly.

As an angel investor, Doris had already taken a sip of the magic drink, her gorgeous lips were slightly moist, and she had an indescribable charm.

"Huh? So how about Miss Doris?"

"It's okay, there's no problem with the funds at all."

Doris opened the reddish-brown wine bottle with a gentle movement, and the scarlet wine liquid slowly flowed into the goblet.

Exactly halfway there, Doris handed the goblet to Grace, and then poured herself a glass.

She took a sip with graceful movements.Seeing Grace take a shallow sip as if accompanying her, her beautiful eyebrows relaxed.

"Actually, I'm not too interested in magic drinks, but I think we need to make some changes temporarily."

Doris stared at Grace while shaking the red wine.

"The tradition of the Rhine people is to drink alcohol. If the magic drink can relieve the negative effects of alcohol, it would actually be good."

The lustful look in her eyes was free, straightforward, and passionate, like an engulfing flame, which made Grace feel uncomfortable.

Yes, Nora went to see Avro, and now she and Doris were the only ones on the rooftop.

Grace held the neck of the goblet warily,

"Then - is Miss Doris willing to provide some help for our cooperation, such as praising at the banquet - the magic drink is good?"

"Hmm...? That's another price."

Doris's eyebrows were raised slightly, like a vicious predator deliberately catching its prey in its claws and playing with it wantonly.

"Miss Elsa, I have already gotten everything I want from you. What can you give me?"

After speaking, she slightly raised her glass towards Grace.

What can you give...?

The danger signal was raised, and Grace quietly clinked glasses with Doris in the air.

"what do you want?"

Doris bit her lower lip, licked her slightly moist lips with her tongue, and moved her silver hair as smooth as moonlight to fall down her neck. She said casually,

"Huh? A smart woman like you should know what I want, right?"

The atmosphere became ambiguous at this point, and Grace frowned and looked at Doris intently.

She couldn't read Doris's thoughts.

This is almost the first time I have met such a special and free person. He has inexplicable enthusiasm and is eager to get closer to me.

What exactly does she want.

But - if she could control Doris on her own, Grace wouldn't be able to take the risk.

"do not know."

Grace took another sip of wine, her eyes firmly locked on Doris,

"But if Miss Doris says that I can do it, she is absolutely telling the truth."

"take it easy."

Doris smiled slightly to express her friendliness. She stood up from the square table and held on to her long skirt, and walked slowly towards Grace.

"The appearance is often completely inconsistent with the thing itself, and people are easily deceived by superficial decorations."

"But I am different. I pursue extreme beauty or inspiration."

Step by step, the heels lightly stepped on the marble floor.

Doris finally came to Grace. She looked down at Grace and talked about her preferences in a soft voice.

“I want the most beautiful thing in the world and make it mine.”

Doris raised her wine glass and touched it lightly with Grace. The sound of ceramic collision was clear and clear.

"Miss Elsa, what do you think is beautiful? Guess?"

Doris, who was enthusiastic and familiar, left ambiguous questions.

What is the most precious thing to Doris?

He always does the most wanton things, whether he invites himself to dance or takes off his high-heeled boots and doesn't walk like a lady.

The answer is already on the horizon.

————"It's freedom."

Doris's eyes shrank in surprise, and the smile on her face bloomed warmly,

"Well...not really. However, Miss Aisha's idea is really surprising."

Doris bent down and got closer, and the mellow smell of alcohol hit her face, making Grace feel like she was being invaded in every aspect, and she couldn't help but shrink back.

"Hey, you have to tell me your real name before this, right?"

"Isn't it too insincere to rely on the maid's magic and use illusions and false names?"

The exhalation is like blue and the eyes are moving, which is an ambiguous temptation.

But Grace is not afraid of traps or seduction. On the contrary, wouldn't it be great if she could take advantage of Miss Doris?

But the premise is - don't fall into it yourself.

Grace stood up, alienated Doris as if to express her attitude, and said coldly, word by word,

"Grace. My name."

Doris's eyebrows were tightened, and her gaze continued to sweep across Grace's cheek.

"what happened?"

Did he recognize himself?

But it was obvious that Doris did not associate the name with Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess of the past. She just kept it on her lips over and over again and sighed,

"What a nice name."

"By the way, the lipstick color suits you very well today."

"Next time, when you come to date with me, I will take you to try on better colors."

"Dating?"

Doris put her slender index finger to her lips and shushed playfully, "This is a secret between girls~"

……

Apart from being overly familiar and saying some inexplicable ambiguous words, Doris is actually not difficult to deal with.

No matter what Grace said, she always agreed with a smile and doting on her.

It seemed as if she could go through life and death for him as long as he gave the order.

The amount of investment was generously increased to one hundred thousand gold coins, and Doris had even made arrangements for accommodation for the portrait to be painted.

Yes, painting the portrait is an aesthetically demanding task that takes about three days at Doris's speed.

There is always a subtle feeling of being noticed in a bar...

After solving the big trouble at hand, it’s time to solve the small trouble at hand.

Avro was drunk.

She followed him out secretly, so she didn't bring Argerich's servants with her.

So, what needs to be done now is how to get Avro home.

If you can't get it home, you must at least ensure your personal safety.

"Your Highness... This is the room where Miss Avro rests. Do you want to go in? Her mood is not stable..."

In front of the closed red-brown wooden door, Nora stopped, pressed the room's teleportation door against the magic array identifier, and asked hesitantly.

Why...ask such a question suddenly?

Could it be that something happened between Afro and Nora?

Grace glanced at Nora somewhat subtly and ordered,

"Well, you can wait for me outside for now."

Then the magic light connected, and the door to the room was slowly pushed open.

Grace thought about the scene when Avro was drunk last time, and she walked with parasol and crutches a little uneasily.

But the alcohol she had just drank was slowly eroding Grace's sanity, making her brave - daring to face the things she was avoiding.

So, the girl stepped into the quiet room.

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The game will start tomorrow and all the transitional chapters have been completed.

Crying bag 1 means how much you cry and then how much you shed, I really like pinching it.

Post the extra directly in the group, I probably plan to write about [-]~

137. Active Grace (extra chapter to follow)

The hotel suite in Budapest is not too small. It has a bedroom, a tea room and a corresponding independent bathroom. Grace entered the bedroom along the ancient painted tiles that exuded a light scent of incense.

On the big goose down bed, Grace finally met the drunk Afro.

The girl lay quietly on her back on the bed, her slender arms covering her beautiful eyes, her head hanging down as if she had been wronged.

Her blond hair was as messy as ears of wheat, and her reddish lips were slightly opened, breathing in the strong smell of alcohol.

On the storage cabinet next to the bed, there is Ibrox cranberry soup for sobering up.

That was what I had previously ordered Nora to feed to Avro.

Grace glanced at it, but she didn't drink at all, and even spilled a little on the sheets.

What a headache...

Although I also drank a lot of red wine, I was much more measured than Avro...

My consciousness is still awake, but I feel a little weak. After all, my body is recovering from a cold.

Grace walked to the bed quietly, looked down at Avro, sighed longly, and exhaled a breath full of drunkenness.

A strand of naughty blond hair was rubbed by the half-exposed arm and curled up like a crescent moon.

"How did you make yourself like this?"

Subconsciously, Grace wanted to smooth Avro's hair, but she suddenly stopped in the air, her pupils slightly dilated, and she retracted her hand in confusion.

Fortunately, Afro's consciousness was very blurred after being drunk and he did not notice Grace's hesitation.

"Um……"

Afro's throat let out a whimper of grievance like that of a small animal. His drooping head finally raised his head, and his green eyes, stained with alcohol, looked at Grace wetly.

"Just...a little drink."