Become a matchmaker in otome games

Chapter 37 The Child and the Prince of the Ghetto

The boy was restless even in the carriage, swearing loudly with dirty words he didn't know where he learned it, and was stunned by a blade from the annoying Nancy, and then the world was clean.

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

The direction of the carriage was the palace. After arriving at the palace, the guards of the palace stopped the carriage and refused to let it in due to the disguise. Safi took out a token to prove his identity, and asked a palace guard to carry the unconscious boy Coming down, she stood by the gate and told the guard to notify Fred.

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

Even though Safi was dressed in a thorn hairpin sarong, her appearance was not good, but she still stood in front of the palace without losing her elegance, standing there was still the focus of countless people's eyes, and there was no slightest disharmony.

Safi's appearance changed dramatically due to her disguise, so she was stopped by the guards outside the palace gate. Fred received a report from the palace guards that a lady was holding Safi's token, but it was not Safi herself. Come here, he was surprised, so he came out to have a look.

Although I didn't recognize it at first sight after I came out, after staring at it for a while, I felt that the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became.

He stepped forward hesitantly: "Safie?"

Safi turned around, bowed her knees and saluted Fred: "Your Highness."

That's it. After looking at him, he immediately lowered his eyes. This kind of demeanor is undoubtedly Safi's.

Fred looked curiously at Safi's hair, which was originally silver and white, but now was as brown as straw and asked, "Can I touch it?"

"What?" Safi didn't respond for a while.

"Hair," Fred replied.

It's just hair, nothing untouchable, so Safi nodded.

But when he stretched out his hand, his fingertips brushed against Safi's cheek, everything paused for a moment, as if he was greedy for the warm and soft touch, and then reluctantly left, evoking a long touch of Safi's face. Hair, twirled at the fingertips.

Safi blushed aroused by his actions, even if she put a thick layer of camouflage powder on her face, she couldn't hide the redness.

But Fred acted like it was unintentional. His attention seemed to be on his fingers. He let go of Safi's long hair and showed her his fingers: "It will fade."

"Yes, it's hard to keep the color for a long time." Safi replied with a forced composure, but his heart was still throbbing slightly.

"Let Lisa take you to change and clean your clothes." Fred ordered. Lisa is Fred's head maid. She watched Fred grow up and naturally knew Safi.

Safi was really uncomfortable in her current body, so she nodded and left with Lisa.

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

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

Fred naturally has ways to deal with a five or six-year-old boy, he chuckled lightly and said, "Aren't you awake, it's useless, throw it into jail."

The five or six-year-old boy has no idea, only knows that the prison is a very scary place, and no one who enters can get out.

The boy sat up with a grunt, his eyes widened, and he said loudly: "I haven't done anything wrong, you can't catch me!"

Fred sneered, without answering, he said to the palace guard, "Bring him in."

The guard responded and followed Fred into the palace with the boy in one hand.

Although he was being carried like a thing, the boy was already attracted by the majestic palace, and he stared blankly at the scenery that he would never see or even imagine in the slums.

The guard followed Fred all the way to the study where he worked, and Fred asked the guard to untie the rope on the boy.

"Your Highness," the guard said in disbelief, "this is not very good."

"It's okay," Fred waved his hands indifferently, "it's just a kid."

Hearing the words, the boy cast an angry look at Fred who was underestimated, but Fred didn't care, and went straight to the desk to continue dealing with official business.

The guard untied the boy from the rope and left. Only Fred and the boy were left in the study. At first, the boy was like a frightened little beast, standing close to the wall, his eyes rolling around, as if he was on guard. Fred threatened or hurt him at any time.

But gradually he relaxed, because Fred was so absorbed in his business that he didn't even look at him, as if the boy didn't exist.

Fred's indifference to his existence emboldened the boy, and his attention was drawn to the small snacks on the coffee table in the study.

The desserts made by the palace chef are naturally delicious and delicious, and they are placed in front of the boy, as if they are seducing him all the time.

The boy couldn't bear the temptation, he swallowed, and moved towards the coffee table bit by bit, every step he took, he wanted to check on Fred's situation, but seeing 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 delicacy he had never eaten in his life. The sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue, soothed his young heart and brought tears to his eyes.

The boy used both hands, eagerly trying to eat all the snacks on the table.

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

The boy was frightened, and he was choked by fright even if he didn't choke.

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

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

The boy said incredulously, "What did you do to me?"

Fred shrugged: "A little magic."

This is the most basic light magic, which is used to relieve the abnormality of the body. Although choking is not a serious problem, but there is always an abnormality in the body, and this magic can eliminate the abnormality.

For the people in the slums, magic is something that they can't reach all their lives. It is a special offering for the nobles, or they can enter the school through the few places for civilians in various colleges every year, but that also needs to be done every year. face high tuition fees.

Life is so unfair.

The boy was dressed in rags, a thing he had rummaged through the dumpsters for what could barely be called clothes, and Fred was richly dressed, even one of his buttons was made of pearls. Even though Fred was recognized by the entire aristocratic society as the most simple prince in the past.

　These two days will be relatively busy. I am moving, and I will start double updating every day next month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)