The Righteous Player(s)

"It really cost you money, Ms. Bunyan."

The middle-aged man who always smiles touched the back of his head and let out a hearty laugh: "According to our rules, I should come to treat him."

Hearing that she was called "Bunyan" instead of "Leona", the lady with long curly flax hair and blue eyes nodded reservedly.

There was a glimmer of well-concealed joy and satisfaction in her eyes.

Can she be satisfied by being called her last name?

Annan watched all the details, thinking silently in the bottom of his heart.

The indifferent calmness and easy-going that he can get along well with anyone, he learned from the prophet wizard named "Gilandaio"...or the living sculpture that got life. of.

It is the prototype of Annan's [last work] curse.

And now, through Lin Yiyi’s eyes, Annan saw another person in the underground world-the man named Niussel, with a clean, innocent, simple and cheerful smile on his face, and quickly absorbed it. ,learn.

The stone statue is undoubtedly stiff, even hard.

But "Gilandaio" is different.

It is not acting, but the human nature of the activated marble golem. Just as a cheetah can hunt and a goshawk can fly.

So Annan has a new expression ready to use.

Ms. Leona, who also had a smile on her face, also felt that she had a good impression of this stranger who had only met once.

——Naturally, it cannot be because the other party's foreign merchants dress up.

The Bunyan family is not short of money.

Just because of that simple and cheerful smile.

Of course Leona knew that a businessman could not have a soul that could show such a smile. This must be his disguise or acting.

But so what?

She didn't want to marry the other party, let alone do important business with him, how the nature of the other party had nothing to do with her. If it's just a friend of wine and meat, then it's the right way to choose the one that makes you the most pleasant to get along with.

How to choose your own friends-Leona is good at this.

In other words, the Bunyan family is good at this.

"In our winter, there will be no rules for guests to come and treat."

Leona smiled and poured a glass of pale white turbid wine for Gilandaio, and then filled herself with it.

She raised her glass and drank it in one fell swoop.

Then he happily smacked his lips and turned the glass upside down to signal to Gilandaio.

The kind and cheerful smile on Gilanda Io's face never faded.

He just drank a glass of wine with a smile, and put the drunk glass back on the table without changing his face.

"Compared to a treat," Gilandaio sighed, "I was even more surprised that I was drinking when I first chatted with a stranger."

"Of course."

Leona chuckled and filled her glass again: "Where do Noahs like to meet strangers? Teahouses? Theaters?"

"There are theaters too, but they are usually their own manor. Strictly speaking, there are not too many strangers... Noah nobles hold two to three banquets a week during the social season.

"Everyone is holding a banquet in their own home, or on the way to another party. At the banquet, they already know each other and are not strangers."

Gilandaio drank the wine and replied casually.

Leona also drank the wine without changing her face, and added the wine with a chuckle: "Your Excellency Gilandaio has a good amount of alcohol. I thought that only Winter people like to drink."

"Our Noah people's drinking capacity is actually not that bad. Especially when we practiced it at banquets."

Gilanda Io said with a smile.

——Want to irrigate me?

Sorry, although it might be a waste of wine...but I'm just a stone man.

The real hard-hearted people.

Leona raised her brows unexpectedly when she heard what Gilandaio meant: "Oh?"

What he meant by this was "I often attend banquets."

So she followed the topic and asked: "Could it be... which family's second son are you?"

In the Duchy of Winter, the eldest son usually inherits the title and territory, and other heirs will receive a fund after they reach adulthood, rely on the connections they operated when they were young, and an initial fund to run their own businesses.

They take care of the heirs who did not inherit the title but turned to business and politics, regardless of their rank, are collectively called "second sons."

Gilandaio just smiled.

He did not answer this question, but politely asked:

"Before answering this question, I also want to ask...

"Banyan--is that the Bunyan I know?"

Of course, this is a polite question.

Of course he has never heard of "Ban Yang".

At least it must not be a great nobleman, otherwise Annan must have seen it in the book.

Leona raised the corners of her mouth when she heard the words.

But before she could answer, Annan heard another voice that was familiar but strange:

"Banyan... Crazy hounds, do you now have a name that makes you proud?"

The man sneered, lifted the heavy windshield curtains, and walked into a private tavern with sparse traffic.

Wrapped in a cold wind full of frost, he sat beside Annan.

Leona raised her brows when she heard the other party's words, and her face suddenly turned cold.

But when she saw the person's face clearly, she was taken aback, and immediately stood up and respectfully saluted the person.

"...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

It is Annan's elder brother, Dmitry Winter.

But there is a slight difference between the brother Annan in the two nightmares.

Dmitry, who was in a dream... is a man of style and meticulous dressing. His body is well-proportioned, his back is straight and straight, his long pure black hair hangs down to his waist, there is no messy hair on his head, no stains on his body, and no dirt in his nails.

But now Dmitry makes Annan feel... more than ten years older than in his dream.

His habitually frowning brows now have three deep wrinkles. The skin wrinkled at the frowned brows looked like a ghostly totem.

He was wearing a heavy frosted animal skin coat, his arms did not fit into his sleeves, the shirt underneath was tightly tucked at the cuffs, all the way to the elbow, with a very thick cigar dangling from his mouth.

His hands are still clean, but the bulging veins can already be seen on the back of his white and powerful hands.

"It's been a long time, Ms. Leona."

Dmitry said in a deep voice with his cigar in his mouth.

Leona's face was pale.

In Winter, the standard way to greet you should be siblings, or uncles, nephews and nephews. Because of the existence of the old grandmother, the people of Winter will treat each other as family members-at least in terms of etiquette.

If there is no such name, it means "the relationship is not yet".

But the Banyang family and the Rin Dong family are not in such a relationship.

...His Royal Highness Dmitri seemed to be angry.

Leona dared not say a word at once.

He was sitting on the right side of Annan, exactly diagonally opposite to Leona.

Dmitry leaned on the armrest with his elbows, his fingers crossed and placed in front of his abdomen.

He spouted a light mist, and the smoke of the cigar slowly dispersed around ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I haven't seen it for about two years.

"But you still put the word'Banyang' on your lips."

He bit the tail of the cigar lightly, his voice still so deep and magnetic: "It seems that time can't change anything, can it?"

Compared to five or six years ago, perhaps because of excessive smoking, Dmitry's voice has become a little hoarse.

Dmitri did not continue to embarrass Leona.

He only gave a slight warning, and his tone calmed down, and he looked at Annan next to him--or, "Gilandaio".

"Who is this……?"

"Gilandaio," the black-haired and dark-eyed middle-aged man smiled, sitting in a chair and bowing slightly, and politely greeted Dmitry. "The full name is Gilandaio David Buo. Naro...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

Hearing the name, Dmitry's pupils shrank slightly.