Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 37 The Kid in the Ghetto and the Prince

The boy was restless even in the carriage and cursed loudly with curse words he didn't know where he learned it from. He was knocked unconscious by Nancy who was annoyed, and then the world was clean.

Felissa breathed a sigh of relief, put down the hands covering her ears, and silently moved further away from the boy.

The direction of the carriage was towards the palace. After arriving at the palace, due to the disguise, the palace guards stopped the carriage and refused to let it in. Safi took out the token to prove her identity and asked a palace guard to carry the unconscious boy.

Coming down, she stood on the side of the gate and asked the guard to notify Fred.

Felissa and Nancy went back first, leaving time for Safi and Fred.

Even though Safi is wearing a sarong and wearing a jingchai dress, her appearance is unattractive, but standing in front of the palace, she is still graceful. Standing there, she is still the focus of countless people's attention, and there is no trace of disharmony.

Safi's appearance changed drastically due to her cross-dressing, causing her to be stopped by the guards outside the palace. Fred received a report from the palace guards that there was a lady holding Safi's token, but she was not Safi herself.

Come, he was surprised and came out to take a look.

Although I didn't recognize him at first sight after he came out, after staring at him for a while, I felt that he looked more and more familiar.

He stepped forward hesitantly: "Safi?"

Safi turned around, knelt and saluted Fred: "Your Highness."

That's it, she looked at him and immediately lowered her eyes. This look was undoubtedly Safi's.

Fred looked at Safi's originally silver-white hair with great curiosity, but now it was as long as straw-brown hair and asked, "Can I touch it?"

"What?" Safi didn't react for a moment.

"Hair," Fred answered.

It's just hair, there's nothing that can't be touched, so Safi nodded.

But when he reached out, his fingertips brushed against Safi's cheek. He paused for a moment as if he was craving for the warm and soft touch, and then left reluctantly, arousing a trace of Safi's long hair.

Hair, twirling it on the fingertips.

Safi blushed due to his actions, and even if she put a thick layer of camouflage powder on her face, she couldn't cover it up.

But Fred acted as if it was unintentional. His attention seemed to be all on his fingers. He let go of Safi's long hair and stretched out his fingers to show her: "It will fade."

"Yes, the color cannot be maintained for a long time." Safi answered calmly, but her heart was still throbbing slightly.

"Let Lisa take you to change clothes and clean up." Fred ordered. Lisa was Fred's head maid. She had watched Fred grow up, so naturally she also knew Safi.

Safi was indeed feeling uncomfortable now, so she nodded and left with Lisa.

Fred looked at the boy who fainted and lay motionless on the ground, and said calmly: "Are you awake? Stop pretending."

The boy still didn't open his eyes and lay there motionless, but his slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his true state.

Fred naturally had many ways to deal with a five or six-year-old boy. He chuckled and said, "You haven't woken up yet? It's useless. Just throw him in jail."

A boy of five or six years old has no idea. He only knows that prison is a very scary place, and those who go in cannot get out.

The boy sat up with a groan, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "I didn't do anything bad, you can't catch me!"

Fred sneered, did not answer, and said to the palace guard: "Bring him in."

The guard responded, holding the boy in one hand and following Fred into the palace.

Although he was being carried like an object, the boy was already attracted by the magnificent palace. He stared blankly at the scenery that he would never be able to see or even imagine in the slums.

The guard followed Fred to the study where he worked. Fred asked the guard to untie the rope from the boy's body.

"Your Highness," the guard said, "This is not good."

"It doesn't matter," Fred waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's just a kid."

Hearing this, the boy cast an angry look at Fred who was underestimated, but Fred didn't care and walked straight to the desk to continue handling official business.

The guard untied the boy and left. Fred and the boy were the only two people left in the study. At first, the boy looked like a frightened little beast, standing close to the wall, his eyes rolling, as if he was on guard.

Fred could threaten or harm him at any time.

But gradually he relaxed, because Fred had been immersed in his work and didn't even look at him, as if the boy didn't exist.

Fred's attitude of not taking his existence seriously made the boy bolder, and his attention was attracted by the snacks on the coffee table in the study.

The snacks made by the palace cooks are naturally full of color, flavor and flavor. They are placed in front of the boy, as if they are tempting him all the time.

The boy couldn't resist the temptation. He swallowed his saliva and moved towards the coffee table little by little. Every step he took, he had to check Fred's condition, but seeing that Fred never raised his head,

The boy gradually felt relieved.

He finally walked to the coffee table, quickly grabbed a cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

This was a delicious food he had never tasted in his life. The sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue, soothing his young heart and bringing tears to his eyes.

The boy used both hands to wolf down all the snacks on the table.

"Eat slowly," a smiling voice said, "Don't choke, drink some water, there is tea there."

The boy was frightened. He was not choking at first, but he was also frightened and choked.

He coughed hard and kept hitting his chest with his fist, trying to swallow the piece of cake.

Fred shook his head, moved his fingers slightly, and muttered words. In an instant, a warm light enveloped the boy. The boy felt warm all over his body, and he swallowed the hard lump stuck in his throat.

The boy asked in disbelief: "What did you do to me?"

Fred shrugged: "Just a little magic."

This is the most basic light magic, used to relieve abnormalities in the body. Although choking is not a big problem, it is still an abnormality in the body, and this magic can eliminate the abnormality.

For people in the slums, magic is something they can only hope to achieve in their lives. It is a special offer for the nobles, or they can enter the school through the very few places for common people in various colleges every year, but that also requires every year.

Facing high tuition fees.

Life is so unfair.

The boy was wearing tattered clothes, which was something he could barely call clothes after rummaging through the trash can for a long time. Fred was dressed gorgeously, and even one of his buttons was made of pearls.

Success, even though Fred is already recognized by the entire aristocratic society as the simplest prince in history.

These two days will be quite busy. I am moving. I will update twice a day starting next month.

(End of chapter)