Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

After being rejected verbally, Antoine was frustrated and changed into tight pants that were tight on his buttocks with the help of a group of male servants...

As for why it was not a maid, according to the order of the head maid, as long as Antoine entered the Earl's Mansion, any creature without a penis must keep a distance of ten meters...

Changing into tight pants was the bottom line of Antoine's tolerance, but it was definitely not the upper limit of aristocratic etiquette.

When a young male servant, with a jealous look, carefully opened a lily relief makeup box and exposed the precious whitening products to the air, Antoine suffocated for a while.

The male servant used a brush to stick a little powder on the makeup box and prepared to wipe it on Antoine's face.

Antoine on the chair trembled, and asked with a little fear: "What are you doing?!"

The servant was stunned, and said with grievance: "Mr. Antoine, your complexion is a little dull. This is the latest cosmetics of Altdorf, which can make a gentleman who lacks rest due to work become energetic and bright."

This is not a cosmetic that makes people energetic, it is poisonous lead powder...

I am not interested in your nobles playing tricks, but don't get it on me.

Antoine, who has made up his mind, whispered in the servant's ear: "I think your complexion is a little bad, and you should use this good thing, so as not to lose the title of the Countess. I will give it to you in the name of the poet and doctor hired by the Countess."

"But, but..." The servant was a little moved. Everyone has a love of beauty, who can refuse it.

Pushing the handrail, Antoine ran to the inner hall of the Earl's Mansion without waiting for the gardener to take the big scissors to trim his long hair.

After running a few steps, I found that the tight pants I was wearing today were particularly tight, and even my knees were a little difficult to bend.

It must be the idea of ​​the head maid. I will never let you go!

Thinking of the face of that hateful woman, Antoine first showed a trace of hatred on his face, and then thought of the extra-large flail hammer, and his face turned cold again.

After waiting for a long time, Anati saw Antoine walking with his legs stretched out, just like a duck, which was very funny.

At first, she could still maintain a ladylike posture and cover her mouth with a smile, but as the distance got closer, the duck step was too agile, and finally it was unbearable. She supported her abdomen with her left hand, pointed at Antoine with her right hand, and laughed.

"Your outfit reminds me of a court jester. I didn't expect you to have such talent. Why don't you sell fake paintings? Come to my house and apply for a comedian. You will definitely leave a good story in the empire."

"Selling fake paintings is a hobby. As for being a clown..." Antoine stood up straight to avoid his pants from bursting, and looked at the changed Ainati with interest.

Her long dark purple hair was tied high behind her head with a red ribbon into a bun. Her emerald green waisted dress showed her tall figure. Her neck was as slender as a drooping swan with a wrinkled collar. Her crystal clear skin seemed to be broken at a touch. A little light makeup washed away her serious temperament and added a sense of elegance.

"I didn't expect you to look pretty good when you dress up seriously. I will use this template next time I sell fake paintings."

"You can try it." Ainati looked fierce. Most of the fake paintings sold by Antoine were fine-tuned based on her template. There were all kinds of expressions and makeup, highlighting the creativity of art.

Verbal threats are the way of negotiation that Antoine despises the most. What is the purpose of living a lifetime? Isn't it to live well? Instead of useless threats, it is better to be direct.

Considering that he was being stared at by the rough man in the yard, Antoine coughed twice to ease the embarrassment, and then changed the subject to the countess: "Speaking of which, you haven't told me what you want to talk to me about."

"Natalie, um... stepmother has a heart disease, and must know the ending of Anthetira."

Huh?

A capital question mark appeared on Antoine's face, and he wanted Anati to repeat it again. I just repeated most of the tragic story on the spot according to the countess's request. Did she take it seriously?

Ignoring Antoine's weird expression, Anati signaled the servant to carry the liar to the countess's residence, and she followed closely behind.

In fact, she was also very curious about the ending of Anthetira. She had already postponed today's work and focused on listening to a lady's story.

But before entering the residence, Antoine called the Countess's Guardian Knight in front of him. This was a young man, and in a sense, he was childhood sweethearts with Natalie and Anati.

"Arthur, you don't want me to lose my manners in front of the Countess later, right? Look at my pants. If I move a little more, maybe the pure and flawless Countess will see something unpleasant."

The rigorous Arthur asked the servant to let go of Antoine, half squatted down and carefully checked the condition of the tights.

The final result made him very dissatisfied. He sternly asked Antoine to find a place to change quickly. If the Countess saw the elf's indecent black leg hair, the Guardian Knight was willing to draw his sword and commit suicide.

After changing into breeches and boots, Antoine felt much more relaxed, thinking that Arthur was the only normal person in the Count's Mansion.

The premise was... when he stood in front of the door, his hand should not be on the hilt of the sword.

Under the gaze of the attendants, Antoine entered the house known as the most mysterious and authoritative in Altdorf.

As the residence of the Countess, the residence was strictly planned and decorated according to the title, with a red and gold porch, a spiral-shaped stone pillar that climbed to the top and turned into a flower bush, luxurious lamps made of crystal and enamel, and a round wooden table with a gold frame...

The Countess, who had been waiting for a long time, was quietly sitting at the round wooden table, and the sunlight shone into the house through the glass.

The bright sunshine made Natalie's long hair look like a silver ocean. A few silver strands that were loose on her forehead due to hanging her head for too long gave the girl an extra naughty look. Her face was turned away from the light, making her reddish eyes appear like breathing. Keep flashing.

The elegant plain yellow dress wrapped around her delicate body, Rouyi pressed lightly on the table, pressing the slightly curved end of the parchment.

The curtain of the round table made it impossible to see the girl's full view, but Antoine knew that Natalie must have kept her feet in the air and swaying.

Natalie, who heard the door open, rubbed her eyes with both hands and muttered in confusion: "Well, I'll see next time..."

The countess raised her head, covered her mouth with her right hand and yawned slightly. Her body also straightened up a bit. When she looked up at the door, she thought it was the head maid's lazy expression. After discovering that it was Antoine, her expression changed instantly. .

"Antoine?"

Antoine nodded, walked quickly to the round table, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head to greet the countess.

"Good day, Your Majesty the Countess, every time I see you, I feel sincerely moved. No matter how long I meditate in front of the easel, the breeze between day and night blows on the tip of my pen, the gods have given me inspiration and talent, but I still can't describe you. A hint of charm.”

But who knows that the greeting that has never failed has lost its effect at this moment. Natalie's green eyes turned into a crescent shape after seeing Antoine. She first put away the parchment written by herself on the table, as if she was worried about being caught. Seeing that, there seems to be a hint of sadness in the words when being held accountable.

"So you can only paint Ainati and never think about me before picking up the brush?" (End of Chapter)