Chapter 35 Dmitry Today

"It's costing you money, Ms. Bunyan."

The middle-aged man who was always laughing touched the back of his head and let out a hearty laugh: "According to the rules on our side, I should also come to treat guests."

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

There was a trace of well-covered joy and satisfaction in her eyes.

Can she be satisfied by being called by her last name?

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

The indifference and indifference in him that can get along well with anyone and do nothing, was learned from the prophet wizard named "Ghirlandaio"...or rather, the living sculpture that received life. of.

It is the prototype of the curse of Annan's [Last Work].

But now, through Lin Yiyi's eyes, Annan saw another person in the underground world - the man named Nieusser, the clean, innocent, innocent and cheerful smile on his face, and he quickly absorbed it ,learn.

Stone statues are undoubtedly rigid, even hard.

But "Girandaio" is different.

That's not acting, but the imitation of human nature possessed by the living marble golem. Just as a cheetah hunts and a goshawk flies.

So Annan has a new expression 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 could not be because the other party's foreign merchants dressed up.

The Bunyans are not short of money.

Just because of that simple and cheerful smile.

Of course Leona knew that a businessman couldn't have a soul capable of showing such a smile. It must be his disguise, or his acting skills.

But so what?

She didn't want to marry the other party, nor did she want to do important business with him. The nature of the other party had nothing to do with her. If it's just a friend of wine and meat,

Then choose the one that makes you the most pleasant to get along with, is the right way.

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

Or rather, the Bunyans are good at it.

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

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

She raised her glass and drank it.

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

The kind and cheerful smile on Gillandaio's face never subsided.

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

"Rather than a treat," Ghirlandaio sighed, "I was more surprised that I was drinking for the first time I chatted with a stranger."

"Of course."

Leona chuckled and filled the glass again: "Where do Noahs like to meet strangers? Teahouse? Theater?"

"There are also theaters, but it's usually their own manor. Strictly speaking, there aren't too many strangers... Noah's nobles hold banquets two to three times a week during the social season.

"Everyone is not having a banquet at their own house, or they are on the way to a banquet at someone else's house. When they are at the banquet, they are already acquainted and are not strangers."

Gillandaio drank the wine and replied casually.

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

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

Gillandaio said with a smile.

- Want to feed me?

Sorry, maybe a bit of a waste of wine...but I'm just a stoner.

A true hard-hearted man.

Leona raised her eyebrows somewhat unexpectedly when she heard what Gillandaio meant: "Oh?"

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

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

In the Principality of Winter, the eldest son usually inherits the title and territory, and the other heirs will receive a fund when they become adults, rely on the contacts they operated when they were teenagers, and an initial fund to run their own business.

They take care of such heirs who did not inherit the title but instead engage in business and politics, and they are collectively referred to as "second sons" regardless of their rank order.

Gillandaio just smiled.

He did not answer the question, but politely asked:

"Before answering this question, I was also about to ask...

"Bunyan—is that the Bunyan I know?"

Of course, this is a polite question.

Of course he had never heard of "Bunyan".

At least it must not be a big noble, otherwise Annan must have seen it in books.

Leona heard the words, and the corners of her mouth rose.

But before she could answer, Annan heard another somewhat familiar, but somewhat unfamiliar voice:

"Bunyan... Crazy hounds, now have a name that makes them proud."

The man sneered, opened the thick leather curtain that blocked the wind, and walked into the private tavern with few customers.

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

Leona originally heard the other party's words, her brows stood up, and her face suddenly turned cold.

But when she saw the face of the person who came, she was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up and respectfully paid tribute to the person.

"...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

It was Annan's brother, Dmitry Winter.

But it is slightly different from the brother Annan saw in the two nightmares.

Dmitri, who was once in a dream...is a man of style and meticulous dress. He has a well-proportioned figure, a straight back, and his long black hair hangs down to his waist. There is not a single mess of hair on his head, not a single stain on his body, not even a dirty thing between his fingernails.

But today's Dmitry makes Annan feel...more than ten years older than in the dream.

His habitually frowning brow now has three deep wrinkles. The furrowed skin on the furrowed brow looked like a ghostly totem.

He was draped in a heavy frost fur coat, his arms were not tucked into the sleeves, his shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a very thick cigar in his mouth.

His hands were still clean, but on the backs of his white and powerful hands, bulging blue veins could already be seen.

"Long time no see, Miss Leona."

Dmitri said in a deep voice, sipping a cigar.

Leona's face turned pale.

In winter, the standard way to say hello should be brothers and sisters, or uncles and nephews. Because of their grandmother, Winters see each other as family—at least in terms of etiquette.

If it's not called that, it means "not yet in relation".

But the Bunyan family and the Winter family were not in such a relationship.

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

Leona didn't dare to say a word for a while.

He sat on the right side of Annan, just diagonally opposite Leona.

Dmitri leaned his elbows on the armrests, fingers crossed, and placed them in front of his stomach.

He let out a light puff of mist, and the smoke from the cigar spread slowly around him.

"I haven't seen you for about two years.

"But you still keep the word 'Bunyan' on your lips."

He bit the end of the cigar lightly, his voice still as low and magnetic: "It seems that time can't change anything, doesn't it?"

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

Dmitry did not continue to be hard on Leona.

He only gave a slight warning, and his tone softened, looking at Annan beside him—or, "Ghirlandaio".

"Who is this……?"

"Ghirlandaio," the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes smiled, sitting on the chair and bowing slightly, greeting Dmitri politely, "the full name is Ghirlandaio David Buo Naro...His Royal Highness Dmitri."

Hearing this name, Dmitri's pupils shrank slightly.