The adults who are invited to appear are very sorry for your enthusiastic support. I don’t want to use your name casually on a fleeting little taboo so please be patient and wait at some appropriate time to see yourself appear in this book.

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Although there were many ladies with outstanding appearance and elegant manners at today's social banquet, Anne Margaret Agnelli was still as eye-catching as the golden eagle-tails mixed with snow-like lilies and daisies. The shining bright golden satin was luxurious and dazzling, but not as good as the light brown skin shining with healthy light. It looked warm and flexible, just like an old place in the sun for a long time. Wood seduced people to caress them to their heart's content even women were no exception. They held Anne's arm intimately dragged her into their communities.

Anne incorporated them in a familiar and relaxed manner - her calm and gentle temperament is good at listening and keeping silent. The impressions that women get from the words of their father and brother seem to be different, but this does not prevent them from accepting her - occasionally, the daughter will meet with the most noble woman at the banquet, Princess Rosalia, but the latter will turn her eyes coldly in another direction.

Rosalia disliked this former classmate as she disliked another hypocrite from Sardinia. Although their relationship was good at school, the day before yesterday's visit to yesterday's newspaper brought their relationship below freezing point. Perhaps it was intentional or unintentional that a reporter interviewed the two of them on the topic of women's independence, liberation, freedom and equality, and published the answers of the two on the same page at the same time. Compared with Rosalia's dryness, just expressing support and understanding, Anne's answer was obviously more full and practical. She believes that the freedom and equality advocated by modern society really allowed women to continue to engage in their joy.

Work happily but this does not reduce their work in the family at all. On the contrary, the dual responsibilities of work and life make women more burdened; they must make choices and learn to sacrifice. If they insist on not giving up on either side, it means doing well in both aspects. But it is very likely that "you cannot be a mother who is proficient in creating the interests and details of life, nor can you become a woman who is on par with men in any kind of career." She reminds young girls to think more and listen to their parents and elders before making choices - you will need their support in the early stages.

This statement is sincere and frank, which takes into account feelings and never abandons reality. The most wonderful thing is that not only young women feel that these remarks are very consistent with their thoughts and reality, and even their parents feel that they can identify with them. This makes Anne become a more popular and eye-catching than Princess Rosalia. The elderly love her intelligence and humility. The wealth and opportunities that come with them. Young people like her approachable and witty words and admire her grades. Although she is still studying in law school, she has already entered many outstanding graduates. This is the inevitable part of the identity and "private emotions". However, she obviously seized the opportunity and achieved certain success.

But Rosalia is much quieter. It is not that people deliberately indulge this noble woman. According to tradition, people cannot talk to a royal member rashly. Even if she is the crown prince or Her Majesty, even if she is close to her, people cannot chat with her endless nonsense. The bad thing is that Rosalia neither understands Sardinia's own life nor is it a lack of goodness. She has only watched TV a few times and is live-streamed movies at Mass or Festivals. There is no habit of reading newspapers before she came to Sardinia. The only place where she had contact with the outside world was the Feilencui Noble Women's College where she had a lot of admirers of the same age, whether it is true or false, their support and support will not disappear because of Rosalia's dullness and dullness. They will always take the initiative to come.

But it's not possible here now. She shuts her mouth tightly and people can only understand that His Royal Highness needs to be alone quietly so that she can think or rest.

Rosalia cannot understand these things, just like those children who grew up in improper pampering and irresponsible education, taking other people's gifts as a matter of course. When they have never obtained (whether they should be obtained or not), they always turn their heads indifferently before others' endless pain. This naive selfishness often makes her do something surprising - for example, when her depression and anger reach a new height, she suddenly stood up. The wide skirt swept through people like snow-white waves, and disappeared silently and quickly behind the door leading to the corridor. ()

The mothers left one to tell the people the reason they had prepared ten minutes ago—and the other closely followed Rosalia and passed through Ino’s room as they saw several Templars and Alexander Wilderge waiting in the small hall of the suite, with the bedroom door open and the medical staff busy inside—vaguely they could see the dry and colorful hands hanging from the curtain.

Rosalia turned her head in disgust - the dying guardian made her feel sick and frightened. This is a man who will die anytime and anywhere - just like before the last holy land appeared. A man who was carried to her by his family was over AIDS

In that way, the eye sockets are deeply concave, and the eyeballs are protruding and the mouth is

"His Highness Rosalia..." the nanny reminded. Since Rosalia left the ground early on because of visiting the guardian, she should at least go in and take a look and ask about his situation.

"Don't worry about him! He always looks like this!" Rosalia shouted impatiently, whirling through Inodi's door.

Alex smiled slightly. He leaned against the door, Wilderger snorted softly - two non-human perceptions told them: Although only for a short moment, Ino's heart did stop beating.

The time of stopping was so short. Even the doctor who was busy beside him did not realize it - as for the pain and twist of the soul, only the mainland lich could understand it.

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Rosalia returned to her room angrily. She drove away all the landmen, including the nanny and the Templars, sat alone in the room for about 5 minutes. Anto walked in and held a silver tray in his hand. There was a large glass of iced fruit wine. A large plate of thinly cut barbecue with sour sauce mixed with truffles. The toast was very hot and roasted and burnt with butter on it. A portion of apple puree and a cup of coffee with milk and honey.

"I don't think you're going to go down for dinner." He said he kicked the door with his heel and completely ignored the alert and disgusting eyes behind him.

The bloody nightmare almost killed everyone around Rosalia. The mother died tragically. The guardian was unconscious and Alex did not approach Rosalia at all. It is also possible that he would only play a counter-effect. His image in Carlos's last bloodline was probably second only to Satan... Only Anto was the fragile and helpless princess whom she was familiar with and trusted, and even if she grabbed a straw, she would treat it as Noah's ark. Anto's soul showed a cold smile. In the short window period, he successfully replaced the inspector general of the Knights Templar and became the only one who could calm Rosalia and exist obediently.

Rosalia picked up the tableware without appetite, but she still barely stuffed some barbecue and apple mud into her stomach and grabbed the warm napkin placed on the side and rubbed her lips rudely. She stretched out a palm to Antu proudly.

"Give me!"

Anto took out a capsule wrapped in wax paper from the inner pocket of the jacket with helpless smile.

Rosalia took it over and peeled off the wax paper but did not swallow it immediately but took it in her hand to play with it-"What is this?" she asked suddenly.

"Sedatives." Anto replied calmly, "What? Do you feel uncomfortable there?" He said as he began to clean up the messed food.

The girl's blue eyes stared at his unhappy pupils, making them look like a pair of cheap tinted glass balls: "Are you sure...there's something in it just calms down?" She picked up the pill with two fingers: "Maybe I should send it out for a check."

Anto put down his hand that was packing the utensils—turned so that he could look directly at Rosalia before he smiled a little sad and disappointed: "What do you... think so?" He shook his head: "I just want to help you."

He took the capsule with lightning speed and put it between his teeth in a slow and slow manner so that Rosalia could clearly see it being bitten and swallowed.

"This...is enough to prove it."

Anto said coldly, picking up the wasted dinner and opening the door and walking out.

He walked to the kitchen and put down the plate, and he could clearly feel that his body was already excited but could still control it.

"Sir, do you need my help?" A timid voice asked behind him, Anto turned around. The waitress in black uniform was holding an empty tray in her hands. It seemed that she had just come out of the banquet.

"Yes." Anto's low and hoarse voice shocked the little girl and her face turned red: "I need your help very much."

He grabbed her wrist and forced her to approach him: "It's very necessary."

He kissed her but wasn't as violent and rude as before, scary as she tasted a quirky and rich sweetness that was very much like honey but much sweeter.

The seed extract of the white flower mandala and its nectar and pollen have the effect of excitating the central nervous system to block the m-choline reaction system against and paralyzing the parasympathetic nerves.

But it does have the effect of calming the mind and analgesic pain, and even if you take the test, you can only draw the same conclusion - it is not as direct and violent as poppy, but can expand the dream. It makes people lose it and it is difficult to control itself. Anto lowers his head and rubs his lips gently on the side of his tender neck. If he has a strong will, of course it is not difficult to get rid of... But...

He laughed out loud.

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In ancient Sardinian legend, the mandala flower is like a cold waiter often blooms near the execution ground and prays numbly to every soul whose life has disappeared. The whole flower is extremely poisonous. It is said that only one of the millions of people can have the opportunity to see the flower blooming. So whenever she meets the flower blooming, her favorite will die of a life. (To be continued)
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