Lord Felle de Langbar (when his father Longbar was born, he should be called the Earl, but here he used it as Lord) for his mother's orders - to become the first private secretary of the future crown prince, Xie Bumin, but since you were born in a noble family that had been passed down for thousands of years and enjoyed the privileges of the nobles) - although you can no longer be as unscrupulous as in the Middle Ages, of course, you don't need it either; using the money, servants, and various resources at home means you must make certain sacrifices - Felle has already made it ready to face a noble, a little cold, reserved, a little hateful, perfect, and a lifelong companion who is not close to, a long and boring but stable marriage like his parents, including the palace, the queen, the house of Lords, the house, the house, the house, the castle, the banquet, two

To three children, groups of hunting dogs, and one lover of the couple... But he never expected that the queen, who was nearly fifty years old, would actually jump out of an orthodox heir. It is said that his identity had passed various tests of science and unscientific, that was the prince Little Philip, who mysteriously disappeared twenty-eight years ago - no, he should now be called His Highness Alexander. Therefore, the Marquis of Rombal, the queen's most trusted female official and sister-in-law, told his son ecstatically that he must put down his company, his research, his students, and become the most loyal and trustworthy "servant" of the crown prince, and the queen dictated a text message passed by Mrs. Rombal, in which he called him the "guidor" of the crown prince - he had no choice but to believe in the former rationally and in emotionally tended to the latter.

Mrs. Rombal's meaning was exhausted and fully understood. Since this noble Highness had been absent from his position for twenty-eight years, the meaning of the Prime Minister and the Cabinet was probably just a series of lists in the newspaper. He had neither contacted the unique, implicit life and death of the noble House, nor faced the stubbornness of the politicians in the House of Commons, nor did he face the rude roar and shouting, let alone how to understand the subtle relationship between the king, the House of Commons, and the Cabinet - especially he was

The Salieri family has lived for nearly twenty years - it is hard to know that those nobles call Salieri a "robber" and Agnelli a "scammer". No real noble would make friends and marry members of these two families. This situation makes the future crown prince not even have an introduction (the nobles need to be introduced by a third person to meet and talk with others, especially when one party has a noble identity. Interestingly, the introduction system of family members is very similar to it.)

After the crown prince entered this seemingly gorgeous but actually full of crisis, a "private secretary" or "personal servant" who always gives him correct advice will naturally become the most important and trustworthy think tank around him. Even if the queen unfortunately goes to heaven at the call of our Lord, the glory of the Langbar family can continue with hard work. Mrs. Langbar believes that this is one of the best rewards the Queen can give to the faithful Langbar family.

Yes, what a precious gift of a king! But I only hope that I will not die before Her Majesty the Queen—there are not no ones who suddenly became kings in history, but they were at least a noble before, and Alexander Sallyery is just a civilian now—he has thought about how he needs to be alert, comprehensive, repetitive, nagging, even if this makes the crown prince feel that a word, a nod, and a smile may be wrong.

It was his duty, but it was undoubtedly disgusting, and as the private secretary of such a noble person, he had to remain silent about all of the above; the crown prince was born perfect, and any outstanding performance that was amazing and touching came from the blood and soul of the ancestors of the Sardinian royal family, and had nothing to do with him, and other teachers; but the crown prince's absurdity, irritability, recklessness or cowardice and incompetence was absolutely related to him - this kind of work was indeed easy to make people exhausted and could not produce a little sense of accomplishment.

But for various reasons that were so sad that he didn't want to repeat it, Lord Felid De Lambal still stood in the office of Shude Salieri.

The three brothers' desks were placed in a c-shaped shape, and Xude's was of course in the middle, with Vivi and Yalix on both sides, making it difficult to feel like an astronomer or biologist accused of being heretics in a medieval court.

He had already obtained photos of these three brothers. Xude was the eldest son, about the same age as Fei Li. He was a sophisticated criminal, but he looked like a competent judge. His second son was the same age as Alexander, wearing a dark purple three-piece suit, very thin, with long gray-white hair, and looked like a melancholy poet. However, he could be sure that his clothes were covered with bullets and folding knives (he guessed correctly); and the target person of his trip, Alex, was a completely gentle young scholar in appearance, and was no different from those graduate students who always strolled on the lawn of the Royal Academy.

The three of them had a large number of documents and laptops that were big 16 magazines on their desks. Moreover, the three of them had a slightly pointed Western Sardinian chin that was slightly raised upwards. People with such chins were easy to make people feel proud, and the truth was the case.

Just as the Eastern Sardinians always felt that the Western Sardinians were brutal and arrogant, the Western Sardinians always felt that the Eastern Sardinians were hypocritical and old-fashioned.

The first impression that Fellow gave the Sallie brothers was a standard tax officer who always dressed neatly and politely knocked on your door, and listened gently and patiently to give you all the reasons—they were enough to impress a devil or bewitch a saint and scare a king away, but could not shake a civil servant who decided to complete all accounts by midnight today, "You have to pay one dollar, seven cents," he would say, not one dollar, eight cents, nor one dollar, six cents. Such a person can depress a coldest thug because you can't throw him into a cement mixer for one dollar, eight cents or one dollar, six cents, and that will make you one of the most widely circulated jokes in Western Sardinia.

Of course, Feili is not here to collect taxes today, but to interview. Xude really wants to throw him into a cement mixer. Unfortunately, the Lord took a letter of recommendation written by the Secretary-General of the most honorable woman in this country. He recommended Mr. Feilide Lambal as the private secretary of Alex Sallieri. This shows the queen's wishes, because the queen cannot recommend someone in person. Xude smiled bitterly and flipped through his simple self-introduction and resume. If Alex was really just Salieri, the application of Leili would definitely be regarded as a joke or conspiracy. He could serve for a head of government - even his appearance was very suitable to be a government spokesperson.

Whether he sat straight or stood straight, he was about five inches shorter than the Salieri brothers, with strong skin, long and slender body, sharp and calm black eyes, and his narrow nose was very distinctive high cheekbones on both sides. It and his slightly concave cheeks supported a pair of silver-framed glasses with almost no shape, a moderately thick lips and a wide chin. This is a traditional feature of the Eastern Sardinian nobleman style. The brown hair combed from front to back looked like mahogany antique furniture that had been maintained with high-end beeswax in bright light.

Orthodox, serious, but gentle, a very convincing face.

Xude was in a dilemma. He understood that Alix really needed someone to guide him in the political and aristocratic circles, but Mr. Felix's work and residence were both headaches. Even a innocent and normal company would not let an outsider intervene in his core position. Moreover, most of the careers of the Salieri family have not yet escaped from the illegal quagmire. Most of the sensitive and urgent problems that need to be solved by Alix. If several documents are taken out, all the men of the Salieri family can be sent directly to prison, or directly to the execution ground - this is impossible for Felier to contact. Then Wilderge Xude can guarantee that the noble Lord will go out, and unfortunately die due to accidental car accidents, stray bullets, and falling objects from high altitudes. He? There is no need to imagine this.

Also, according to the Queen's request, Feli obviously wanted to live with Alex at Sallieri Manor... He could only hope that the gentleman's curiosity was not too heavy.

Xude sighed. It seems that he still needs Alex's help to be at ease.
Chapter completed!