The sin of wearing a crown

When they came to the manor, Lin En's heart trembled twice as soon as these words came out.

From the countess's tone, it seems that it is not that simple to solve the problem.

Soon Amiste stood up and twisted her plump flesh and walked towards the door. After all, she was at Sophia's house. What she had just done was enough. If she did more, it would be too much and would make Sophie unhappy. Ya's displeasure might affect Lin En, so she wouldn't do anything.

Besides, Amiste and Sophia were indeed having a great time chatting.

Then there is no need to use some methods. The Countess is the only person in power in the Russell family so far, and the others have disappeared. I really think that Amiste has no other methods.

It's just that if you use means as little as possible to benefit yourself at the expense of others, and you keep calculating, it is very likely that you will be blamed for it in the end. This kind of thing happens all the time.

"Can I regret it now?"

Linn said half-jokingly, adjusting her clothes.

"I will not allow you to lick your wounds alone in a corner after being hit. Linn, you are not a wolf. The path you want to take is a thousand times more exciting than the Wolf King."

The countess smiled with extraordinary grace, left Lin En with a beautiful back view, and left the bedroom.

"Wonderful……"

The young gentleman fell on the bed again. The more wonderful the life, the more difficult it is to predict the undercurrents underneath it. He originally wanted to be content with it, but now he has to admit a fact. That is, others are not fools, and they cannot always compete with each other, allowing those who are on one side to benefit in vain.

Just like a book, after World War II, many neighbors around Rabbit thought so. But the real situation is that these countries can only be reduced to pebbles thrown by other big countries to explore the way. They don't care about the life and death of the pebbles. Only rabbits are exercising their steel muscles and showing kindness in order to stabilize their surroundings and prevent the flow of refugees.

Then, after the rabbits gradually squeezed the eagles out of Asia, the faces of these neighbors who were eager to show their loyalty changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book.

It was quite as fast as the French Journal changed its face when it faced Napoleon.

Lin En didn't say anything else, his blue eyes were filled with indifferent persistence. He figured it out yesterday. It is impossible to continue to be stubborn simply. Sometimes you still have to be strong.

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This breakfast was very interesting.

The countess also participated with great interest. Merdis took out the dinner plate and selected one according to the hostess's preference. Among them was a slow-cooked seafood soup. There was no MSG in this era, and the seafood was delicious. It’s a unique skill, and it’s quite difficult to get the umami flavor, especially since Albion’s stews rarely involve seafood.

Then there is the omelette. Different from ordinary omelette, this egg is runny. When cut with a knife, the egg liquid will flow out beautifully, giving people a visual enjoyment. Amiste watched with interest as Sophia scratched one, and then she scratched her own, and finally she was not satisfied and also scratched Linn's.

The final white porridge with crispy meat pancakes is a break from the traditional Albion-style breakfast.

Apparently, the countess had already had breakfast before coming.

But when faced with Lin En's family-style breakfast, she still moved her index finger and swept away the sumptuous breakfast in front of her. Merdis was very surprised. The countess had never been a glutton for a long time. She was always hungry for the dazzling array of meals. She would only eat one or two bites before being dismissed.

I have a strong appetite today, and I really like these dishes that I have never heard of.

Linn glanced at Amiste's flat belly more than once at the dinner table.

no change.

It seems that the women around him have this function, that is, no matter how much they eat and observe with their eyes, their body posture seems to have not changed. Could it be that the nutrition is so nutritious that it went into the nutrition bag?

The young gentleman couldn't help but secretly complain.

"Huh~~ The taste is very light, but very appetizing, and the technique used is also very interesting. It should not be a traditional cooking method, especially this white porridge, which is obviously very simple but makes people unable to stop." The countess smiled with satisfaction He exhaled a hot breath from his lips and made a brief comment.

Then she wiped her clean lips with the handkerchief handed over by the head maid and concluded.

"This is breakfast. What I ate before was either grass or oil, which was all garbage."

"Well, I think bread and milk are good too." Lin En protested weakly, and then was ignored by the countess.

"You are so awesome. I did use some new ideas, and the kitchen utensils were also customized. You must be a gourmet." Sophia admired it very much. Most nobles only enjoy it and don't care about the process.

This made a lot of jokes during the steam revolution.

Many old aristocrats were arrogant and disdainful of the industrial system that was beginning to explode, thinking that lower-class people would take care of it. As for the inability to develop industry in the territory, we just asked how many blacksmiths were needed. However, it was not a question of the number of blacksmiths at all, but a question of knowledge and precision of industrial civilization.

"I'll probably be your guest more often in the future."

Amiste smiled charmingly, and her eyes first moved around Linn, and then to Sophia. Those eyes that seemed to be able to speak expressed the deep meaning appropriately.

Of course Chef Sophia’s food is delicious.

But that's not enough for Amiste to praise her. She cleverly expressed that her future visits are not only for Lynn, but also for Sophia. The subtext is that you two are important to me. Sophia didn't understand, but instinctively felt very comfortable. Linn understood and sighed inwardly at the Countess' skill.

She was indeed a coquettish countess, and she pleased both Linn and Sophia with one sentence.

After the meal there was an intimate conversation between the hostess and the female guest.

Lin En, who was sensible, packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Maid Merdis instinctively came over to help. This head maid was really capable and could do things much faster than Linn.

The rustic head maid had a little sweat on her forehead, so Linn wiped it for her.

The relationship between the young gentleman and the head maid was actually quite close because of the countess. She was willing to show Linn her most shameful and inferior parts. Of course, she was so obedient because she liked him.

"There are some meatloaf here, it's my idea if you want to try it." Lin En grabbed a piece of meatloaf.

"But, Linn, I still have work..."

The head maid was obviously a little curious, and the countess was full of praises. Of course she wanted to copy them all.

"Leave it all to me, you are also a guest to me." Linn quickly stuffed the meat pie into her little mouth and blinked like an electric discharge.

Merdis quickly lowered her head and stood obediently behind Lin En. She quietly raised her head and looked at Lin En's thin but solid back. A happy smile appeared on the lips of the head maid.