Chapter 441 I am jealous of the king
Ran Ran repeated incredulously, "...look at you carefully?""Yes." Armand took her hand and pressed it against his cold face. "You have never looked at me carefully, have you?"
In fact, there was, at the moment when the driver stabbed out the dagger and the Eye of Truth was activated.
She looked at his face carefully. His three-dimensional facial features, from his eyebrows to his lips, were all ruthless, and his cold gray eyes were even worse, like a substance between black and white that had solidified into ice.
How could such a person say such words... They sound like touching love words... It's ridiculous.
Ranran suppressed her confusion and began to carefully examine every part of his face as Armand instructed. This time she had plenty of time and looked more carefully than last time.
It turns out that Armand's eyelashes are also light gray, the same color as his eyes, exuding a harmonious and unified beauty.
It turned out that Armand's lips were light pink, a very light pink, like the color of a drop of blood diluted in a lot of clean water.
It turns out... As Ranran's gaze moved inch by inch, the joy in Armand's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and even his earlobes turned a light pink.
When Ranran glanced at it unintentionally, she was extremely shocked.
She knew that blocking the knife was useful, but she didn't expect it to be so useful...
Ran Ran coughed lightly, "Count, there is no need to embarrass yourself. You can treat me as you did before, and I will be satisfied."
Armand smiled, a sincere smile, which made Ranran, who was used to his sneer, extremely uncomfortable.
"How can it be difficult? I am really happy, Elizabeth."
"No one has ever looked at me like you have. It's an honor and a..."
"This is the greatest joy I have ever felt in my life." He lowered his head and gently pressed his cold thin lips on the back of Ranran's hand.
Ran Ran tried hard to control her breathing so as not to reveal her shock. Although she knew that kissing the hand was not considered a very intimate act in the context of a flower eater, but...
Ranran still couldn't accept it, because the person who did this was Armand!
No matter how you look at it, Armand is the big boss of this copy. Even though her task at this stage is to please him, there will definitely be a plot in the future where she will raise the weapon of justice to resist Armand.
After all, her camp is [Pure White], and Armand has nothing to do with [White] in any way.
Although he hasn't shown any serious crimes yet, think about the punishment room, the bell tower, the death knell, and other things that the [White] people would set up in the castle.
Ran Ran's mind was full of thoughts. She had already begun to imagine how she was going to "kill" a man who kissed her hand sincerely...
Armand took the rising surprise as helplessness and laughed softly.
"I'm sorry I scared you."
"Elizabeth, you don't have to worry about anything. Just be the same as you were before."
Ranran blinked her eyes. Does Armand mean that she should still rely on and please him like before?
She didn't take it too seriously, thinking it was just a new round of acting test, and didn't notice the deep look in Armand's eyes when he looked at her.
"Elizabeth, what do you think of Leonor?"
Ran Ran was shocked again. He asked her to comment on his fiancée? Is that what he meant?
Armand looked at her encouragingly, "Please speak freely. I will forgive Elizabeth no matter what she says."
Ranran quickly accepted the current situation, one of the reasons being that it just happened to correspond to her side quest.
Not only does she risk her life to comment, she also digs deeper.
"Count, it seems that a lot of things happened between you and Miss Leonor?"
She asked a question and threw it back to the other party. "A lot of stories? Not really." Armand looked at her gently, "The union between our two families has a long history."
"Leonor has always been the mistress of this castle, generation after generation."
"When Leonor and I were very young, we knew that we were each other's life partners, but we had no friendship."
"The biggest interaction between her and I was when we stood together at various banquets, holding glasses of wine and accepting other people's praises."
Armand tilted his head towards Elizabeth. "Even the king would raise his glass and drink with us, praising the two most powerful families in the kingdom for protecting the country and maintaining its glory."
Ran Ran asked in confusion: "Have you ever fought in a war, Earl? I'm sorry, I really don't know."
Armand smiled and said, "It happened a long time ago. It's normal that you don't know about it. Even the old people in the castle who are several generations older than you don't know about it."
"I have only been in two wars, but my ancestors have experienced a lot. The Gould family has many generals."
"It has been a long time since the kingdom has fought a war. The previous conquests and expansion of territory have made the kingdom a fertile land. This is its most prosperous moment, so it is normal for the war to be forgotten."
Ranran roughly understood where Armand's title of count came from.
As time goes by and the medals that symbolize honor are eroded, the existence of people like Armand who are left in time only leaves people with the impression of coldness and cruelty.
Seeing that Ranran was lost in thought, Armand thought that she didn't like to hear about heavy topics like war, so he changed the subject.
"Elizabeth, would you like the King to raise his glass to you?"
Those cold gray eyes were full of ambition and confidence. Ranran was sure that as long as she opened her mouth, Armand would make it come true.
Ranran shook her head. She was not immersed in Armand's story. She was always clear about what she was here for.
The Flower Eater's mission should only focus on the castle, and everything will come to an end here.
So there was no king and no toast.
Before that, Ranran had already left this world.
Armand actually looked a little disappointed, as if he was being rejected for sharing a good thing.
"I thought you liked this, after all, you used to paint portraits of kings." Armand couldn't help but smile at this, "You imagined it."
"You drew that warrior as a fat bald man."
"Do you think baldness and a crown go well together?"
Ranran was surprised and shocked at how Armand knew Elizabeth's past.
The mission brief was clearly written: the fire burned down Elizabeth's home, leaving nothing behind, and only Elizabeth managed to survive.
After arriving at the castle, Elizabeth was already disabled, unable to see or hear, let alone pick up a paintbrush to paint.
She cried all day long, immersed in the sorrow of her parents' death, and it was impossible for her to have the leisure time to imagine the king's ridiculous appearance in her mind.
The behavior described by Armand sounds like something that happened to Elizabeth when she was a child.
Ranran was shocked. What was the relationship between Armand and Elizabeth?
Armand's voice drew Ranran's attention back, "But even so, I am still very jealous of the king."
He looked at Ran Ran seriously, as if he was really jealous.
"Elizabeth you didn't even paint for me."
